The Mafia Prince's obsession (MM)

Elijah

The sunlight filters softly through the sheer curtains, wrapping the bedroom in a quiet, golden haze. I blink awake, the warmth of the sub kissing my skin before the weight of the empty space in the bed
me registers. Dante is gone.

For a moment, I just lay there, listening to the silence of the new house, the house I now share with Dante. My heart feels heavy and light all at once, a confusing mix of uncertainty and longing.

Eventually, I slip out from beneath the covers and make my way across the cool marble floor towards the bathroom. The mirror greets me with my own tired reflection. Eyes rimmed with emotion, lips slightly parted as if caught between a sigh and a memory.

I turn on the tap, splash cold water on my face, and brush my teeth.

I step into the shower.

Warm water pours over me like a slow curtain, slowly soaking my curls, washing away the haze of sleep. I tilt my head back, let my eyes fall shut, hands braced against the cool tile.

And then I feel it.

Arms. Firm, familiar. Wrapping around my middle.

I freeze.

A breath–deep,slow-press against the nape of my neck.

Dante.

"I couldn't sleep," He murmurs, voice thick and low. "It's hard to sleep next to you and not touch you. It's driving me insane."

I swallow, not turning. "You left the bed..."

"I went for a walk," he says, lips brushing the wet skin of my shoulder. "Because if I stayed another second longer,I would have jumped you in your sleep."

A shiver runs down my spine.

Dante's hands slide slowly along my waist, pulling me closer. "I've missed this," he whispers, pressing his forehead to my damp neck. "You. The way you feel.....the way you smell."

"Dante.." I whisper, my voice trembling with something I can't name.

Dante kisses the curve of my neck. Gentle. Starved.

And I have to admit I also did miss this. Being in his arms is always intoxicating. My stomach is full of horrible butterflies.

He turns me around and pushes me until my back is on the tiled bathroom wall. I close my eyes as he buries his face in my neck, breathing me in as if I'm a drug and he has to get his dose.

He starts kissing my neck brutally, and I can feel that it's gonna leave marks. His hands travel on my body, at last landing on my ass and kneading it.

"Aaah," I let out a heavy breath as I  feel his cock rubbing against me.

"Hurry up and d-do it," I say, barely a whisper. Rubbing myself on him.

He chuckles and pulls back a little, staring into my eyes. A hand comes up and rubs my cheek. "Is this you letting me know how much you missed me?" He says with a smile.

"You're ruining the moment,"I say with a sigh.

He chuckles again before he starts devouring me with his mouth. Sucking on my tongue and pulling on my lower lip.

"I missed you too, Fiammetta," he says in a whisper, and before I say anything, he's on me again, kissing me like a madman.

He stretches his hand and grabs a shower gel without removing his mouth from mine. I hear it open a d close, but I can't see anything because his hands are behind my back.

He spreads my cheeks and starts rubbing the gel against my hole. My grip on him hardens with how sensitive I am doing there.

He starts fingering me, and I have to pull back from his kiss because I can't breathe. He starts kissing my jaw and biting it, making his way to my neck.

"Oh god..." My breathing has quickened, and I'm practically clawing him now.

He removes his fingers inside me and lifts me up, and I immediately wrap my legs around him. He taps his cock against my hole and I start whimpering. I wanna scream at him to put it in.

"D-dante..." I say in his ear. Rubbing myself on him.

"Tell me that you missed me, Fiammetta,"

"I.."

"Say it, Elijah," he says in a growly and demanding voice.

"I-I missed you," I say in a whisper.

And that was it, Dante thrust inside me in one go, trying to get as deep as possible, squeezing my ass with all his might in the process.

I'm not proud of the screams let out. "Oh fuck...God.. Yes"

Dante goes feral on me and starts pounding on me in frantic thrusts. Like he is desperate for me, or he needs me like he needs air to breathe.

I'm moaning with every thrust, my hole clenching around his cock. I tighten my grip on him. If there was a way I'd merge myself to him. No feeling in the whole world compared to what I feel when I am with him. It's all ridiculous.

With every grunt and thrust, I come closer to my release. "I'm gonna come...."

"Come for me, my little flame," he says in grunt, and it was all I needed to hear to shoot my load and come in a stupid, embarrassing scream.

Not long after, Dante comes with a grunt, squeezing my ass. "Fuuuuck!"

We stay like that for a while, only our breathing audible. Once we both calmed down, he opened the shower and washed the both of us before getting me dressed and taking me to the kitchen to feed me.