Chapter 89 His name
Isabella POV
My lips ached to say his name, to connect with him on a whole new level and I wanted him to know how good he felt, how much I let him have me. I’d never said a lover’s name in bed, but I wanted to say his. But I refused to say “dante.”
The name was evil, tainted. “Tell me your real name, I asked again.” My hand slid up his corded neck and into the back of his short hair. His blond strands were soft, and they were the only soft part of his body other than his lips. He paused as his entire length was plunged deep inside me, my juices surrounding him and soaking him all the way through. His blue eyes burned into mine, not with hostility or anger, but with a slight hint of confusion. “Why?”
“Because I want to say your name as you fuck me.” Again, the shame had been stripped away. I didn’t care how wrong this was anymore. I decided to own my mistakes and be real with myself. No more lying. This was the only man I wanted in between my legs. No other man could do it the way he could. I craned my neck up and kissed him as I brought him closer to me. My ankles locked together at his back, and I rolled my hips, moving his fat dick inside me. His breathing picked up slightly. “Tell me.” I fisted his short hair as I spoke into his mouth. His cock was
so full inside me, stretching me until my entire body ached. He could hurt me so good. I loved it when he hurt me like this, made my body scream as it tried to accommodate him. He held his massive body on his arms with ease, and he breathed into my mouth while his cock twitched inside me. His cock became gently
reacquainted with my pussy, with the tightness and wetness. “Only in bed.”
My heart started to race when I realized I was getting what I wanted. He’d refused to share this information with me for the past few months. It was just a name, so I didn’t really understand why he made a fuss about it, but to him, being referred to as Dante Moretti was important but I would never say that name when we were like this, when we were lost in each other in bed. “Alright.” My nails gently dragged down his back as I waited to hear the name he’d carried since birth, the name he’d turned his back on once he became a man.
He kissed me softly as he started to rock inside me again, to push his big cock deep before he pulled it out again. In and out he went, pushing through my wet slit with a quiet groan. “Cassian.”
My ankles immediately pressed into his lower back, and my nails dug a little deeper. I stopped kissing him because all I could do was breathe. My eyes closed, and I treasured the sound of the name, turned on by the sound of his confession. He’d confided something so personal to me, and now I had a piece of him.
Just like he had a piece of me. He positioned himself closer to me, so he could hit me deep and hard, his balls tapping against my ass with every thrust. He didn’t thrust quickly, but he
gave it to me at a good pace, making sure I felt him from crown to hilt before he pulled out and rammed me once more. The muscles of his torso were flexed to full capacity, the blood and muscles working together to fuck me so good. His skin blushed red, and his muscles bulged like they might burst from the skin. Sweat collected on his perfect physique, the glistening forming on his neck and chest. The only thing that remained cold was the color of his eyes. They were focused on me, unblinking, like he didn’t want to miss a single moment of this. I dug my ankles into his body as I moved with him, my hands shifting to his powerful shoulders. I couldn’t control my breathing because this felt too good. I’d lain in a large bed all alone for the past week, and it wasn’t
comfortable at all. It was cold, absent of the beast of the man who kept me warm through the night. I missed his rhythmic breathing, missed the way he was at full alert even when he was unconscious.
He widened my legs farther so he could take all of me, bury that enormous dick inside me. His chest puffed up with every deep breath he took. His eyes were on me, scorching and intense, like he was the predator and I.was prey. I was swept away in the pleasure, lost in the one man who brought me to the sky. “cassian…” My nails cut through his skin, drawing a little blood so the salt from his sweat could sting him. He paused for less than a second, his eyes deepening in their gaze. He let out a moan so quiet I wasn’t sure if I’d really heard it. But it was just as deep
as always, like a bear growling before it killed its victim. “Fuck, baby, I.missed this.” He pressed his forehead to mine, his hips grinding as he rubbed my clit with his pelvic bone.
My arms wrapped around his shoulders, and I felt my body convulse.naturally, his movements so good. “Me too…”
He rubbed my clit a little harder before he pulled back and started to fuck me hard. He drove me into the mattress until I was practically swallowed by the pillows, sheets, and his enormous body. His thrusts were deep and hard, and his massive dick hit me in the right place every time. God, it was so good and he was so good. A man had never fucked me like this before. A man would never fuck me
like this again. Even if I found the man I wanted to marry, I knew the sex wouldn’t compare to what I had with this man. I would always think about him when my hand was pressed between my legs. I knew I would always want to say his name when I was with the men that came after him. He’d left his mark on me, and nothing I did could ever erase it. “cassian…I’m gonna come.” My palm cupped his cheek, my fingers feeling the chiseled bones in his jaw.
“I know, baby.” He kissed me, his soft lips moving with mine. “I can feel it.”