Catrina pulled the sheets higher over her body. "Can we talk about this in the morning?"

"We can talk but we won't argue," Dante said.

"I didn't say I would argue, but the more arrogant you get about the entire thing, the more annoyed I become."

"Point taken. I'll shut up about it until tomorrow."

An annoyed Catrina was not a good Catrina. Her claws tended to come out sharper than ever before. He was pretty damn sure she got off on it, too. Particularly where he was concerned. Tonight had been far too easy.

Turning on her side, Catrina's hand found the middle of Date's chest under the sheets. "What's wrong? You're tense."

"I thought I set myself up for failure. I told you this wasn't what I was expecting."

"My rejection would have been easier?"

"No, but I was prepared for it."

"That's terribly sad, Dante."

"Tell me about it. My head is a fucking hurricane."

Catrina grinned as she moved closer in the bed, holding Dante's stare. Her red lips pressed to his softly, almost like a whisper of a touch. Even being as light as it was, he still felt the kiss find every single nerve in his body.

"Let me slow your crazy mind down, hmm?" Catrina hummed, her grin turning sly. Her teeth nipped to Dante's bottom lip, making pain ricochet off his building desire. Yeah, he was so fucking in love with this woman it was sickening. He didn't even care. "Then, we can sleep."

Dante choked on absolutely nothing but his unspoken agreement catching in his throat when Catrina's hand dipped under his boxer-briefs and squeezed around his semi-hard shaft. His back arched off the bed, a hiss slipping from his lips, as her grip tightened, waking him up. Catrina's palm was warm silk wrapping him snug, and when her hand slid up to the head of his cock, her fingernail scratched gently along his slit.

A jolt of pleasure shot through Dante like adrenaline had been injected straight to his racing heart. All the air in his lungs left with a whoosh as his jaw clenched and he groaned. She held his cock tight enough for the sensations to boarder a thin line between pain and bliss. An ache-one that felt so fucking good-coursed down his length into his balls.

Catrina always had liked her sex with him a little rough and wild. She didn't want soft and slow or pretty words and lies whispered in her ear. No, she just wanted him. As hard as he could give it, she would take.

God, Dante needed that right now. To get him out of his fucking head and back into reality, he needed her.

"Is that a yes?" Catrina murmured along the line of his jaw, her fingernail rolling over the slit at the head of his cock once more.

"Cristo," Dante cursed. "Yes, bella ... so many times yes."

Catrina wasted no time pushing the sheets away. Dante tried to grab his wife and bring her closer but she was too fast. Before he knew what happened, Catrina freed his erection from the confines of his boxer-briefs and she was straddling his thighs. Dante couldn't see Catrina's face because as she leaned down to take the tip of his dick into the velvet cavern of her mouth, the red veil of her hair created a barrier blocking his vision.

Dante couldn't have that. While her lips encompassed his shaft, saliva wetting his sensitive skin as her tongue struck against his slit, Dante fisted Catrina's hair, moving it out of the way. Beautiful, coy hazel eyes met his instantly. Her mouth curved into a wicked smirk as she took his length deeper into her throat. Dante felt his weight sink into the mattress, stress leaving his body with every harsh pant of breath. He grasped at the bed sheet, twisting it in his fist to give him some sense of solid ground.

Catrina's teeth scraped along the pulsing vein on the underside of his shaft, taking with it his control. A shudder worked its way down Dante's spine at the sensation. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing, and she kept his stare as her fingers wrapped his base. The feeling of her blowing him while she jerked him off was indescribable.

Flicks of her tongue hit against his cock. A hum built in the back of her throat, vibrating the base of his dick in the best way. His grip on her hair tightened, his fist shaking. When her teeth grazed down his length again and her free hand palmed his sac, he knew he was going to lose it.

Dante loved her mouth, no doubt about it. What he wanted more was to be buried so deep inside Catrina when he came that she would feel him there for days.

He tugged on Catrina's hair, forcing her to release his cock. Her quiet gasp at his harshness was mixed with excitement and shock. Lust darkened her eyes as her teeth cut into her bottom lip. The building pressure in his spine began to subside, but bliss still ravaged his blood.

Dante released the bed sheet and grabbed her jaw with his other hand, his fingers digging into her creamy skin just hard enough to make it pink under the pressure. He forced her head back, keeping her stare locked in his. Catrina sighed at his roughness.

For a moment, Dante simply gazed at his wife, taking her in like she was. Lips reddened from her teeth and still wet from sucking his cock. Hair a mess from his hands. Her silk negligee slipping over her shoulder and wrinkled. There was a tremor in her thighs straddling him, like she was a coil ready to come undone. He knew she was waiting on him.

Catrina watched him, too, silent and still. Those wide eyes made her appear innocent and sweet. It was all lies. Dante knew better-knew her.

She was hellish.

From afar, Cat looked tame. As if any man could make her compliant. That was her trick. It was exactly how she caught her prey.

She was a goddamn fiend.

If someone made the mistake of getting too close, she didn't hesitate to sink her fucking claws straight into their jugular and bleed them dry.

He loved it.

"Fuck, I love you," Dante growled.

Catrina's smile bloomed into a promising grin. "Sempre?"

"Yeah, il mia amore, always."

Dante yanked on her hair once more, making Catrina move up his torso. She stretched over him with a feline's grace, her fingernails scoring across the eagle wings tattooed on his pecs. The action guaranteed her wild side was about to show. His muscles jumped under her touch. He pulled her down for a searing kiss, grabbing her waist to hold her still against his throbbing cock.

"I'm going to fuck you so damned good," Dante murmured against the seam of her mouth.

Catrina bared her teeth playfully. "I hope so."

"You're not a quiet woman."

"I'm not," she agreed.

Dante didn't have to say it for Catrina to catch on. Their nephew was still sleeping in the next room, the walls weren't particularly thick, and Catrina was a screamer. Dante loved hearing what he did to her like nothing else when fucked her raw, but he did not want to start something only to be interrupted.

"How do you plan to keep me quiet?" Catrina asked.

"I'll figure something out."

Dante's hand skimmed down to where her negligee had ridden up around her thighs. He fisted the fabric, released his grip on her hair, and flipped them over so he was on top and between her thighs. Catrina didn't have time to react to their new position before Dante started removing her nighty.

He tossed the fabric up above Catrina's head and started a new trek of exploration over her neck, across her collarbones, and down to her breasts. Dante took her pink nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the taut bud. When he released her breast, he moved further down her toned stomach. Her skin tasted sweet with a hint of saltiness beneath his tongue. Over and over he stuck out to lap at her flesh, taking in her essence. That organic scented lotion she obsessed over made her smell like honeyed strawberries.

Dante's fingers skimmed under Catrina's pale yellow lace panties. Just as he knew she would be, her sex was drenched with her arousal. He used his thumbs to spread the lips of her pussy before sinking the digits knuckle deep into her clenching channel. Catrina gasped sharply, her back lifting from the bed.

"Shhh," Dante shushed warningly. "Cristo, you're so fucking wet for me, Cat. What is it that does this for you, hmm?"

Catrina whined softly as Dante stroked her inner walls with his thumbs.

"I think I know." Dante bent his head down and covered her sex with his mouth, letting his tongue lap at the soft material. Her body jerked at the contact. Kissing down to where his thumbs were slowly working her sex to the opposite beat of one another, he murmured, "Sucking my cock gets you off, doesn't it, bella? You love being on your knees and blowing me. It makes you so fucking hot, yeah?"

"Yes," he heard her hiss.

Dante chuckled, lapping at the tart fluids soaking his thumbs and her panties. "Dio, you taste like heaven. Do you want my mouth first or would you rather we get right down to business with my cock?"

He slid his thumbs out and replaced them with three fingers from only his right hand, scissoring the digits wide on the withdrawal to stretch her open for him. Catrina cried out loudly when he sunk them back in a curled to find the fleshy spot inside her walls to make her shake.

"Dante!"

"Be quieter, Amore, or I'll shove your mouth so full you can't speak. Answer me. My cock or mouth? Hurry, or I'll make the choice for you."

"Mouth," Catrina whispered. "Please, sweet Christ, your mouth first. Please."

"How can I deny you when you ask like that? God knows it's the only time I can get you to beg me for anything, you stubborn woman." Dante was only half joking. Catrina could be that tenacious anywhere else but in bed she was all his. Keeping the deep, fast rhythm of his fingers fucking her, he used his teeth to scrape along the lace covering the hood of Catrina's clit. "How fond are you of these panties, kitten?"

"They're-"

Dante didn't bothering waiting for her to finish. He withdrew his fingers, snatched the top line of the panties, and ripped the lace right down the middle. He tore the lace until he could pull the ruined fabric from her body. Dante ghosted his fingers down Catrina's bare sex, feeling the softness of her naked, sensitive skin and the glistening wetness on the folds.

He preferred her totally bare. That way, there was nothing between them when they fucked. The musky scent of her juices wafted upward, making Dante turn harder than steel. His mouth watered at the thought of her arousal drenching his tongue as she came.

Catrina sucked in a sharp breath, giving her husband a displeased look. "I was going to say I liked those panties very much, Dante. You bought them for me."

Dante shrugged, hooking one of Catrina's legs over his shoulder as he kissed her public bone. "Too late. I'll buy you new ones. You ruined those anyway, soaking them like that. I did you a favor. Quit your bitching, Cat, or you won't get what you want from me. It'd be a terribly bad thing if I couldn't give it to you. I'm awfully fucking hungry and your pussy looks delicious."

Catrina promptly clamped her mouth shut.

"There's my smart girl," he murmured darkly. "Ready?"

"Dio, you know I'm never ready when you do this to me, bello," Catrina whispered. "Makes me go crazy."

Oh, he knew. Dante chuckled. "And you love it all the same. Remember, quiet, kitten."

Dante didn't wait for Catrina's response. He dipped his gaze from her sight, slid a hand under the crack of her backside, letting his palm rest at the bottom of her sex, and covered her slick pussy with his mouth. Instantly, his wife shouted when he sucked her hard little clit between his teeth. Her juices trickled down to his hand.

Dante released his hold on her clit immediately, glancing up with a cocked brow as his silent warning for her noise. Catrina slammed her balled hands into the bed, attempting to roll her hips closer to his mouth again.

"Quiet, I said."

"I'm sorry."

"No, you're not."

"Okay, I'm not. Please, Dante. I want to come. Please."

Dante smirked and went back to the heaven between his wife's thighs. The deliberate strokes of his tongue swept between the lips of her pussy, opening her for him. His nose nuzzled along the hood of her clit, stimulating the swollen, throbbing bud as he tunneled into her clenching entrance. The tartly hot essence of Catrina's fluids washed over his taste buds like it was the finest wine he ever had the pleasure of drinking. Dante took in every drop he could with a groan that only seemed to grow in intensity the more he ate her out.

Back and forth he went from her slit to her clit, the swift, hard flicks of his tongue making Catrina's body shake and her pussy leak arousal for him to sweep away. The more of her he took in, the deeper the groan in his chest became.

"Oh my God," Catrina moaned.

Dante knew the closer she came to her orgasm, the louder her pretty cries would turn. He used his free hand, the one he had fucked her with earlier, to find her mouth while keeping his attention down where he wanted it the most. Three of his fingers disappeared between her plump, red lips. Catrina sucked what remained of her juices from his fingers, her cries of bliss muted as her tongue swirled tantalizingly around his digits.

Heat bloomed in Dante's groin as he went back down to her slit. Licking teasingly at her entrance, he could feel the tight hole clamp down around his tongue with every strike.

Backing off as he felt her telling tremors start to rock her thighs, Dante glanced up to find his wife's hazel gaze on him and his fingers still wrapped in her hot mouth. Fuck, the sight of that turned him on like nothing else.

"Once you come all over my mouth, I'm going to bend you over, gag you, and fuck you until you see stars, Cat. Sound good?"

Dante felt Catrina swallow around his fingers as she nodded.

"Good. Don't hold back, kitten."

Dante went back to worshipping Catrina with his mouth, keeping a firm grasp on her ass and his fingers in her mouth all the while. The rhythm of his tongue against her clit turned relentless, making her rise to her peak all over again. Catrina bit into his fingers when she came, her leg tightening around his shoulder and her lips muffling her scream. Dante licked away every bit of her come before rising up and covering her body with his.

His weight pressed a breathless Catrina into the mattress beneath him.

Catrina grinned up at Dante, her eyes gleaming with lust and excitement. "How do I taste?"

"Just the way you always do."

"Oh?"

"Like a filthy sugared sin right down to your core."

Dante braced his hands to the bed and held his frame above Catrina's. She leaned up just enough to catch his mouth with her own in a searing kiss. His lips were still wet with her come, but his wife didn't seem to mind a bit. When she finally pulled away, Dante's cock was so hard it ached. He needed to be buried inside her-he craved her.

"Turn over so I can fuck you the way you love, dolce ragazza."

Catrina did, taking her sweet fucking time to roll over onto her stomach. All the while, she stretched like a little kitten beneath him, making sure to rub her beautiful ass against the line of Dante's erection straining through his boxer-briefs. When she ground her backside along his length again, his hand cracked down to her right cheek with a swift swat.

The snap of his palm meeting her ass echoed. Catrina buried her moan of enjoyment into the bed sheets. "The more games you play, the longer you will wait, Cat."

"Liar, liar. You want me too badly to wait. Sono la tua puttanella, Dante. Use me. Fuck me."

"Oh, those are mighty dirty words for such a pretty mouth, kitten."

"You know you love my dirty mouth, bello. Especially when it's wrapped around your co-"

Dante's palm stuck down harder to the same spot on her backside as before. Catrina's milk toned flesh pinked under his smack the second time. She sighed, backing her ass into his palm as she buried her upper half into the bed. He knew what she was doing. Teasing him. Testing his restraint. Working him up so she would get the rawest side of him when he took her.

Using one arm to wrap around her thighs, Dante pulled Catrina's ass into his groin. She pushed up from the bed, letting her back press to his chest. The pressure of her body relieved his throbbing dick, but barely. He shoved the waist band of his boxer-briefs down around his hips and freed his erection to his palm. A single bead of pre-cum gathered at the tip, and he smeared the sticky fluid down the crack of Catrina's ass as he slid his dick down to her slit.

Catrina wasn't able to brace for Dante when he slammed his cock inside her hot, contracting pussy. She hadn't even taken a breath before he pulled out and plunged right back in again. The force of the thrusts sent his wife falling back to the bed with a shout of his name.

Dante didn't allow Catrina to make another noise. He quickly reached above her head and grabbed the silk negligee he tossed away earlier. With his cock still buried deep, he twisted the fabric into a makeshift rope, slipped it around her mouth so she was gagged silent, and fisted the silk and her hair into his grip at the nape of her neck.

His move had been a surprise, so Dante needed to be sure his wife was fine. Leaning down over her back and stroking the base of her spine with his fingers, he asked softly, "You good, kitten?"

Catrina nodded and he could see her crimson smirk trying to form behind the gag. Fuck, she looked good like this. Under his mercy and control. Wanting him and so goddamn willing. The pulsing ache in his shaft increased. Dante felt burned all over with a fever that only seemed to get hotter the longer he waited. He needed to move-had to fuck his wife.