The Informant

Chapter Twenty-Three

Mia's POV

He was home, and safe a little beaten for the wear but safe and in our bed. As soon as he had walked through that door that his mother and I had been staring at for the last five hours, he had collapsed to one knee, "Marry me, amore. I couldn't bare to spend another day without you. All I could think about was how you deserved someone better, but I'm a selfish man, Mia. Selfish enough to steal you from what you really deserve. If you'll have me, marry me neonata." It hadn't even been a question, but I said yes and fell into his waiting arms anyways. I loved this man, this man that I had only just met, and it seemed so damn childish to fall so fast and so hard, in such a short amount of time; but damn, I knew without a shadow of a doubt he was meant for me, and I him.

He had held onto me in that moment as if his life had depended on it, I had sobbed into his warm embrace. I wasn't a hundred percent certain he was in his right mind after the traumatic night he had to have had, i thought I'd question him in the morning if he were sure, when his mind was right. But something deep in my gut had told me that he was perfectly sane, and just as in love with me as I were him.

He softly groaned in his sleep, pulling me from the thoughts of his proposal. I slid his hair from his forehead, I hadn't been able to sleep and ounce once he got home, hadn't been able to take my eyes off him, like a newborn I checked his breathing throughout the morning and into the afternoon, touched him repeatedly to make sure he was really there, that I wasn't just dreaming he were back in my arms. The sun signing through the window and surly disturbing his sleep. I rose form beside him and closed the curtains further, it didn't completely blocked out the sunlight but it'd have to do.

When I took my station back at his side he awoke, lifting his head slightly with a wince. "No, no lay back down, baby. Do you need anything? Some water? Are you hungry?"

He just smiled that smile that I loved, the one he kept just for me. "Did you really say yes, or was I dreaming?"

I gently lowered my head and kissed his bruised and swollen yet somehow still soft lips. "I love you." I whispered. "Are you sure you want to marry me, Dante. I'd understand if you weren't thinking clearly?" I ask tentatively

He caressed the side of my face, "I've never been more sure about anything in my entire life, la mia bella donna. My beautiful woman." A tear slipped down my cheek, he caught it. Pushing it away, "We need to bring little man back soon, bella. I find myself missing him... But first, I need to ravish my soon to be bride."

My breath caught in my throat, instantly my core burned, "But your injuries-" I breathed.

"I'm fine, baby girl." He went to get up, tried to hold back the wince from me, but I saw it and couldn't imagine the amount of pain he must be in.

I softly pushed his shoulders back against the mattress, fluffed the pillow under his head and added a second one. "Stay." I commanded, wagging a finger at him as I took a step back.

His lips twitched into a sexy smirk, "Yes ma'am."

I stood and began to slowly drop his pajama bottoms I had been wearing to the floor beneath my feet. Running my hands along my thighs on the way up. His smirk dropped, pupils dilating and a fire bloomed inside. His tongue darting out to wet his full bottom lip. I continued on, gliding my hands up my stomach, and taking his oversized t-shirt up and over my head, throwing it to the abyss at my side. His reaction thrilled me, making me feel as if I were the sexiest woman alive.

I pulled the tie from my hair, and let my dark brown locks fall to my shoulders. I shook them out seductively and then once again skated my hands down my front, skimming over my lace clad breast to hook my fingers in the hem of my panties. His eyes burned into me, he shook his head, stopping me in my tracks "Bra first, amore." My heart slammed into my chest, the normal panic kicking in. He rose from the bed, and tenderly grabbed my wrists, pulling me toward him. "You know I love.." he brought his hands around my back, unclasped my bra and slid it off my shoulders to the floor, his tongue darting out to flick a nipple, "every.." he switched breasts, and wrapped his lips around the tight bud, "part of you."

My head fell back on my shoulders, as I gasped, the panic forgotten. He hooked his fingers into my panties and slid them down my thighs, his fingers found the wetness pooling between my legs and delicately traced my slit. His appreciative hum brought my gaze back to his as he slipped his two fingers into his mouth. Tasting me.

No matter how many times I saw him do that it still rocked me to the core. I crushed my lips to his, never minding his wince of pain, "God, I love it when you do that!" I exclaimed.

He smirked, "Ride me, gattina."

Without missing a beat I sunk down on his massive manhood, moaning loudly and for a split moment I prayed his parents hadn't heard. He reached behind me and spread my cheeks, pushing himself deeper into my heat. I rose and fell on him as his mouth devoured my nipples. Tweaking them between his teeth.

My fingers dug into his hair, and clawed at his back, his taut muscles flexing and releasing beneath my hand. His body truly was a work of art, even covered in scars and bruises he was magnificent. The man of my dreams, and soon to be husband.

I had swore once before that I'd never remarry, never take the chance of ever letting myself be broken so badly, but Dantè felt like the only exception. I knew he'd hurt me sooner or later, as would I because that was just life, but I also knew that with Dantè my heart would be safe. He'd never hurt me purposely.

My moans escalated, my breath coming out in pants as I bounced up and down on him. Rocking my hips back and forth, "Look at me." He ordered softly.

I did without hesitation, his eyes hosting such intensity, "Cum for me." He whispered.

And I did, I crashed around him like waves on a shore. Totally and completely lost for this beautiful man.

But he wasn't done with me, he flipped me over onto the bed and ground his tongue into my wet, pulsing folds. I clutched at his hair, pushing him deeper into me, my orgasm coming back mere seconds later, more severe.

I writhed under him, trying to push him away, the orgasm becoming too fierce for me to handle, but he held strong, clutching my thighs that were wrapped too tightly -I'm sure- around his head. Squeezing, until I collided again, screaming my release. His hand found my mouth and covered it, pulling back to watch me and flick his tongue against my throbbing clit, causing me to jerk violently every time.

When he was done torturing me with that devilish mouth of his, he came up for a heated kiss, slipping back into my warm sheath, making love to me as if it were the last time he'd ever be inside me. He licked, kissed and suckled at my neck, every so often bringing his attention back to my lips, and then whispering into my ear sweet nothings. He eventually reached his own climax, jutting inside me over and over again until spent.

Dantè collapsed on top of me, his weight squeezing the breath from my lungs, but I couldn't care less, he was right where I wanted him to be. His hand stroking my hair as he panted into my ear. "I love you, Mia." Those words would never get old, I thought.

And my, how I was right.

*** Finito***

THE FREAKING END, BABY!! I thought about writing an epilogue, buuuuut I think I'll just end it here. Maybe later on, once I've gone through and made this book less bad I'll add one. Anyways, thanks to everyone who kept reading thus far you all ROCK! I'm proud to finally say The Informant is finally finished. 😁

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