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Was this really happening? I thought. His kisses made me feel like he’d set fireworks off inside of me. The walk back to the cabin had been quick, almost frantic. And then he’d kissed me again once we’d gotten back in the cabin. Hard.
My god, it had sent ripples of delight through me, his mouth searching mine so deeply it took my breath away. And then, just like that - poof! he was gone again.
I didn’t know what to think.
I walked to the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of whiskey he’d left on the counter, not bothering to pour it into a glass. I brought the bottle to my lips, pouring the warm amber liquid into my mouth as I tried to imagine it was courage I was pouring in.
For fuck’s sake, I needed it. Dante was intense. He might even be dangerous. And here I was, about to let him fuck me.
I was a little terrified, but I knew I also needed to remember why I came here. I was full of bravado earlier, the fearless woman on a mission. And here I was. I’d done it. Found myself a biker to bed, even if it came with a small side of lingering fear. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe that would make it even better, add a little thrill to the whole thing.
I lifted my chin, threw my shoulders back and smiled to myself. Yes, I’d done it alright.
Mission accomplished.
Almost. If only he’d come out of that bathroom and fuck me already…
I put the bottle down after a few more swigs and turned around to walk back into the living room.
He was standing there, watching me from the kitchen door.
For how long, I don’t know, but I replayed the last few seconds back through my head to make sure I hadn’t said anything stupid out loud. From the way he was looking at me, though, it apparently didn’t matter if I had or not.
The look on his face said one thing and one thing only.
“Now,” he whispered, his voice full of authority - demanding, confident, steely.
If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d have been more afraid.
Instead, I walked right into his arms, right into the storm brewing in his eyes - our mouths, our bodies, our souls, clashing together in a passionate frenzy of kisses, caresses, gropes…pushing and pulling against one another, trying to get as close as possible through our clothes.
I moaned into his mouth as his python-like biceps wrapped around me, pulling me closer, his kiss deepening, his tongue dancing with mine deliciously. He tasted like whiskey. He tasted like heaven. He tasted like pure, unleashed lust. I couldn’t get enough of his mouth.
Torturously, he pulled his mouth away and I heard myself whimper in protest. All sense of restraint had left me. At this point, I would have done anything he’d asked. Begged him, if necessary.
I was on fire for him, his touch awakening something deep within me that I never knew existed. Raw desire…pure, unleashed passion…savage, animalistic yearning…it all overwhelmed me and all my inhibitions fell away in the face of this one undeniable, pulsing need that ripped through me.
He reached down before the pleas escaped from my lips, lifting me easily into his arms and carrying me down the hallway. He kicked open a door and we entered a small, dark, cavelike room. Before my eyes could adjust to the darkness, he slammed the door shut behind him, throwing us into almost pitch blackness before he placed my quivering body on the bed.
His frame was barely a silhouette, the moonlight shining through the open window providing the only light.
Silent as an empty church, only one sound broke through the darkness - our combined breathing - thick and heavy in the air between us.
I watched him begin to undress with barely contained excitement. I’d been waiting for this moment, to finally see the taught muscles I’d felt earlier. His barely lit limbs shimmered in the shadows, making me wish I was the moonlight so I could kiss every inch of his smooth, tan skin as it came into view.
He was magnificent. A masterpiece of masculine flesh, he looked as if he was carved from the finest marble. Every muscle rippled as he moved, his wide chest sprinkled with dark curly hair that I longed to run my fingers through. As his hands moved to the buttons of his jeans, I swallowed hard, the thrill of anticipation swelling inside of me.
Pop.
Pop. Pop. Pop.
Pop. Pop.
The fly of his button-fly Levis parted, revealing a thin black trail of hair running into his jeans. A treasure trail, Bella always called it.
Bella, I thought. If she could only see me now.
But no. This treasure was mine and mine alone. I had never felt luckier.
Dante’s hands pushed the jeans over his hips, his thick, heavy cock springing into view. It was dark, but I didn’t need more light to see its beauty, its sheer perfection, just as I knew a man like him was sure to possess. It was perfect. Pulsing, hard, full of strength and life and heat. I had no doubt he knew how to use it, too.
As if he was eager to prove that very fact to me, as soon as his jeans hit the floor, he closed the distance between us, and this time, he felt ten times hotter than he had before. Heat exuded from his naked skin, from his lips, his tongue, his hands.
He kissed me again, even harder than before, my lips bruising under his touch. His fingers found the edge of my tank top, pulling it quickly over my head, revealing my red lacy bra. Quickly and expertly, he released the front clasp, and my breasts came spilling out into his hands. A low groan preceded his warm wet lips engulfing my nipple and I arched my back, my fingers sinking into his silky hair, pulling his head in closer as his tongue twirled around it.
“Dante…” I whispered into the darkness, his mouth moving to engulf my other nipple as his fingers began unzipping my jeans.
“Off!” he commanded. I lifted my hips as he pulled them down, his feathery kisses landing on my stomach as he did so. Throwing the jeans to the side, he brought his mouth to my sex, inhaling with a smile. His fingers dipped into the side of my panties, the red lace a stark contrast to the tan skin of fingers.
I smiled to myself, remembering that I had purchased this set of underwear specifically for this night. I never in a million years thought it would end up this amazing.
His mouth engulfed my mound, his lips sucking my clit hungrily, pulling the pleasure from my body with every caress. I pushed my hips up, wanting more, more, more of him, wanting all of him. My fingers tangled in his long dark hair, pulling his head into me as I squirmed beneath him, my body on fire, my juices flowing over his hand as he slipped a finger into me, his name escaping from my lips once more, my body crashing over the edge, leaving me wet and panting and gasping for air.
Dante slid up my body, his lips capturing my quivering lips again, his cock throbbing hard against me as his kisses grew more urgent.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire.
“Don’t,” I said, wrapping my thighs around his hips, his cock sinking into me with a piercing deliciousness.
“Yes!” I cried out, tightening my grip on his hips, pulling him deeper and deeper as waves of pleasure washed over me. “Oh, yes, Dante!”
My arms wrapped around him, needing him closer. I couldn’t get enough of him. I couldn’t get him close enough, deep enough. Blissfully, his cock filled me, his hardness sliding into me, throbbing against me, our bodies dancing together with one shared purpose on our one shared nigh
t.
He pounded into me, my hands finding his tight ass, delighting in the way his muscles flexed under my palms, the way his hair fell onto my face as he rode me, harder and rougher, my pussy pulsing around him, tightening, releasing, and tightening again.
He growled, a deep, guttural moan echoing in my ears, his hammering speeding up - unhinged, raw, savage, animalistic - powerfully he slammed into me, until I felt him swell and throb, his cock exploding with the lust that shone across his face, my body writhing with pleasure, sliding over the edge of bliss with him, our bodies tangled up together as tight as we could get.
“I never want to let you go,” he murmured into my hair. I sighed with pleasure, wrapping myself around him, feeling exactly the same way, ignoring my promise I’d made to myself about this just lasting for one night. How could I only have one taste of this heavenly bliss?
“Don’t…” I whispered, “don’t.”
Dante
Groaning, I pushed Bear’s mountain-sized head away, his tongue leaving traces of drool on my pillow, waking me up like he did every damned morning.
Reluctantly, I untangled myself from Gabby and left her sleeping peacefully. I hated leaving her side, but I didn’t want to wake her just yet.
I’d made the mistake of getting up in the middle of the night to pee, and left the bedroom door open, which allowed Bear the opportunity to give me his usual rude awakening. I looked over at Gabby, her long limbs curled up in my sheets, her black hair strewn all over my pillow, looking even more beautiful in the morning light than she had last night.
If that was even possible.
My body was buzzing to take her once again, my morning wood pulsing hotly. Bear whimpered at the door, not giving one fuck about my predicament.
“Fine, goddammit,” I whispered, throwing my jeans on, leaving the fly unbuttoned to avoid the task of trying to leash the monster that Gabby had awakened and headed toward the front door, Bear trotting along beside me.
He whined again as I pulled on my boots and jacket, patting my pocket to make sure my gun was still there. I’d been reckless last night by letting it out of my sight. I should have had it next to the bed, but I’d been distracted by getting into Gabby’s pants.
