Make me yours all over again.

Make me yours all over again.
Liana’s POV

We made love slowly this time, savoring each touch like a fine wine uncorked after years of aging. Dante's mouth descended on my breasts, his tongue swirling around one nipple with deliberate, teasing strokes that sent electric jolts straight to my core, hardening it to a sensitive peak before he moved to the other, sucking gently at first and then with more intensity, drawing out soft gasps from my lips. My hands roamed over him, stroking his length until he groaned my name, his cock hardening further in my grip, veined and throbbing with raw need, the velvety skin hot under my fingers as I pumped him slowly, feeling him pulse in response.

Dante peeled off my sweater with deliberate slowness, his eyes dark with that storm-blue intensity that had captivated me from our first forbidden encounter. He traced kisses down my exposed skin, nipping at the curve of my collarbone where a faint love bite from this morning still lingered like a secret badge, a reminder of our earlier passion. "Liana, god, you're beautiful," he murmured, his voice husky and reverent, hands cupping my breasts gently at first, thumbs circling the hardened tips with lazy precision that made me arch toward him, a soft moan escaping my lips. "Every curve, every inch still drives me wild after all this time. Remember that first snow we saw together? In the Alps, hiding out, fucking by the fire to stay warm?"

I nodded, my breath hitching as his fingers hooked under the waistband of my pants, tugging them down along with my panties in one fluid motion, leaving me bare and aching under his gaze. The cool air of the room kissed my exposed skin, heightening the heat building between my thighs. "How could I forget? You claimed me then, deep and desperate, like the world might end before dawn." My hands fumbled with his belt, freeing him at last, wrapping around his length with a teasing stroke, my thumb swiping over the slick tip where pre-cum beaded like a promise. "Do it again, Dante. Claim me now, in our home, with no shadows chasing us. Make me yours all over again."

He growled low in his throat, a sound that vibrated through me like thunder rolling over Tuscan hills, pushing me back onto the bed with gentle force. The mattress dipped under his weight as he settled between my legs, spreading them wide with his knees, his cock brushing against my slick folds in a teasing glide that made me whimper, my hips bucking instinctively toward him. "Wet already, always so ready for me, Liana. Tell me what you want. Slow? Or should I wreck you like in that Douro vineyard, vines watching our sin? Say it, love. I want to hear you beg for it."

"Slow first. Let me feel you stretch me, fill me completely," I begged, my hips lifting to meet him, my nails digging into his shoulders, leaving crescent marks on his tanned skin. He obliged, positioning himself at my entrance, thrusting in with agonizing deliberation, one inch at a time, the fullness bordering on exquisite overload, making us both gasp in unison. The stretch was delicious, a burn that quickly turned to pleasure as my walls accommodated him, clenching around his thickness. "Oh fuck, yes, deeper, Dante. Just like that. You feel so good inside me, so big."

"Tight, perfect, like you were made for this," he rasped, bottoming out with a groan, pausing to let me adjust, his forehead pressing against mine, breaths mingling hot and ragged. His hands roamed my sides, tracing the curves of my hips, squeezing my ass to pull me closer. He started a slow grind, hips rolling in deep circles that ground his base against my clit, building friction like a gathering storm, each movement sending sparks through my body. "Feel that? Every thrust a promise. We're home, Liana. No more running. Just us, like this, forever."

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer, rocking to match his rhythm, the bed creaking softly beneath us like an old quinta floor under midnight footsteps. The sensation built layer by layer, his cock dragging against my inner walls with each deliberate push, hitting spots that made stars dance behind my eyelids. "Faster now, wreck me, D. Make me come screaming your name, like in Santorini, waves crashing below while you fucked me on that clifftop. I need it rough, need to feel you lose control." My words spurred him on, pace quickening to snapping thrusts that filled the room with the erotic slap of skin, his hand slipping between us to rub my clit in frantic, slick circles, pinching it lightly to send jolts of pleasure-pain through me.

"Yes, like this? Clench around me, milk my cock, Liana," he commanded, bending to capture my mouth in a bruising kiss, tongue delving deep in mimicry of his thrusts, exploring every corner as if tasting me for the first time. His free hand pinned my hip to the mattress for leverage, allowing him to drive deeper, harder, the angle perfect for hitting that sweet spot inside me over and over. "You're so fucking wet, dripping for me. Tell me how it feels, love. Tell me you love my cock buried inside you."

"It feels amazing, Dante. You're stretching me so wide, filling me up completely. Don't stop, please, harder," I moaned, my voice breaking as the pleasure mounted, my nails raking down his back, urging him on. He responded by shifting slightly, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder to open me wider, thrusting with renewed vigor, the new angle allowing him to go even deeper, his balls slapping against my ass with each powerful snap. Sweat slicked our bodies, making every slide smoother, more intense.

"God, Liana, you're gripping me like a vice. Come for me, think of Aria downstairs, our family whole, while I claim you eternal. Imagine us like this in every home we've built, from Bali huts to this bed," he whispered filthily against my ear, his breath hot, his fingers on my clit speeding up, circling faster, applying just the right pressure to push me toward the edge.