Chapter Nineteen: Fuck... I Want You

He tastes like mint and spice. His tongue swirls with mine, teasing me.

“You taste so fucking good.”

“Dante,” I whimper.

His hands grip the straps of the nightgown and a second later he rolls it down.

“Show me, Bella Bare yourself to me. Your husband.” The fabric slides down my body, and when...

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