*Second Chance Romance*
Veterinarian Dante, and receptionist, Ellie's past is far from perfect. The tragedy, bad memories and misunderstandings are what ripped them apart. Back in each others lives again, they have two choices; work through the pain...
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Vilamoura, Portugal.
2015.
Dante's arms are my favourite place. We're both still naked from our early morning activities and I feel him when he moves us on our sides so he can cuddle me from behind.
"Congratulations on surviving another year, baby," he whispers into my neck, referring to vet school and I turn my head so he can kiss me.
Our lips brush a few times. "We did it."
"Yeah," he says all breathily, putting purpose into the kiss now when he rearranges me on the bed to push my leg back and slide inside. "I love you so much."
I cry out and cling to him. "I love you, Dante. I love you so much."
"I know you do." He kisses my mouth hard, shifting back and forth until he starts moving with purpose.
I hear a deep groan from him and the sound alone is enough to almost send me over the edge. The thrusts grow harder and he pants in my ear. God, it's always so good with him.
I tip my head back and cry out when he licks down my neck. "Yes!"
"Hmm," he moans in my ear and laces his fingers with mine to bring my arms over my head. "My beautiful girl."
My legs wrap around his back and my hips meet his movements when the bed starts making a noise. The raw noises tearing from his mouth are marvellous, knowing I'm the one to put them there.
It's almost better than the sex itself.
Our breathing rate increases as we chase the incredible feeling. Our fingers squeezing together just as the tight ball in my stomach begins to release.
"Oh, damn, Ellie, you feel so good," he says, air coming out of his nose the closer he gets to his end.
I'm already over the edge and thrashing underneath him when he shouts my name and clings to me. I stroke his back, enjoying his weight on top of me.
"I want you forever," he pants, lips tickling the skin on my shoulder.
My nails start scratching through his hair. It's so thick and soft. Little curls forming where he's perspiring. "You have me forever."
Grabbing my hand, he kisses it a few times before placing it back into his hair for me to keep grooming him.
"It's warm in here," he says, eyes shut when he nuzzles my chest.
