“Don’t,” I gently dissuade her, lowering to my knees. Her eyes widen again, but this time it’s with an innocent wonder. This woman has truly never been cherished. Never been spoiled or treasured. It makes my heart ache the way she looks at me sometimes. One minute she’s as cold and deadly as her moniker, but in others, in split-second instances, she’s as vulnerable as a child. She’s one of the most complex women I have ever met, and ever since that first night I have felt a strange, strong connection to her. One I will never be able to understand or explain. I just know Dove was made for me. And me for her. How far that will take us is yet to be seen. I try not to dwell on our inevitable end. But I’m devising a plan. A way to lessen the blow. I’ll figure it out. Because after all this is through, the only thing that will matter, the only thing I will care about, is being with Dove. My main focus will be protecting her at all costs and convincing her I’m who she’s meant to be with. I’m her fate, not Stefania, not a life of crime, or a drug cartel. Just me.
I continue to ravish Dove with kisses as I kneel between her legs. Trailing my mouth and my tongue over her lips, down her neck, and then back up again. I want her to feel worshipped. I want her to know that every kiss and caress is deliberate and filled with affection. Done with an awareness she’ll never find with anyone else.
“I like you on your knees.” Dove runs her hands down my face as we share steaming hot kisses.
“Oh yeah?” I jerk her closer to me, grinding my erection between her legs. “You deserve a man who is strong enough to kneel for you.”
“And you’re that man?”
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
“For now.” Dove smothers me with a kiss, but her words ring with a sharp sense of reality. A sharp sense of truth I don’t want to face.
“Until you send me away.” I make quick work of her shoelaces and pull off her boots before bringing my attention to where it really wants to be, the button of her leather pants. I flick it open and slowly draw down the zipper. Dove watches with carnal fascination.
I slide her pants off, exposing the warm, fair skin of her thighs. I run my nose up the soft surface, inhaling the clean perfume of soap and Dove’s signature scent. I want to indulge in her as much as I want to devour her. My want and need at war with each other. I anticipate what’s to come, knowing how much I am going to revel in it. The thought makes my skin prickle as I kiss my way along the inside of one of Dove’s thighs. She sighs ever so softly, driving me farther to the paradise found between her legs.
I bite at the black, stretchy material concealing her from me, pulling it away with my teeth. I yank so hard, the strings across her hips rip. Still locked in my jaw, I drop the tattered panties to the floor.
Dove’s eyes flash with an exhilarated desire, and my hunger for her becomes gluttonous. A rancorous famishment that can only be satisfied by the sweet taste of Dove’s honey.
And that’s exactly what she tastes like, too; honey straight from the source, sweet and sticky and . . . supremely satisfying.
“Oh God,” she mewls when I put my mouth on her, flattening my tongue right against her slit. I moan as she spreads her legs, granting me full access to the candied center of her pussy.
I swirl my tongue and lick her clit like it’s a confectionery treat. She grabs my hair, moaning and groaning in the most excruciating kind of ecstasy.
I indulge in every buttery inch of her, her slit quickly becoming slick and sweet with arousal. Sucking her hot flesh, she shivers with tremors of excitement, her body tensing every so often as the waves of pleasure periodically pull her under.
“Tate . . . fuck . . . God.” She squirms, tightening her thighs around my head. She’s getting close, so close from the centripetal force that will bring her to her peak.
Sliding a finger inside her as she pants, her whole body shudders. “Fuck, yes,” she cries, and I know I have her. I finger her with a purposeful speed, lavishing her hot, swollen clit, edging her to the fringe of her orgasm.
“Mmmm,” I moan with rapture, sharing how much I love my face buried between her legs. Then, it happens. Those clipped little breaths that tells me she’s there. That she’s about to come, that she’s about to release a hedonistic sexual decadence that will paralyze her completely, while at the same time bring me to animated life.
“Ah!” She grips the armrests of the chair and explodes, the juice of her orgasm saturating my fingers and my mouth. I continue to pump my hand, sucking her clit until she can’t take another second of it. Her elevated voice and heaving sighs a symphony to my arousal.
When she slumps in the chair, I relinquish my control, kissing her drenched, swollen lips. I stare up at Dove as I wipe my mouth against the inside of her thigh, my sexual cravings now a creature hell-bound on feeding.
“Touch me.” I rise on my knees so I can kiss her.
Dove doesn’t hesitate. She slides her hands into my pants and palms the nuclear reactor my cock has become. I groan painfully — so needy, so ready to sink inside her and lose my fucking mind. “You don’t understand what you do to me.” I pump my pelvis as she jerks me off.
“Show me,” Dove challenges.
There isn’t an ounce of restraint in my body. I climb to my feet and rip open my jeans. “Put your mouth on me.”
Dove pushes my pants down just low enough to free my cock. It’s straining and hard, thrumming with arousal.
When she wraps her lips around me, my insides splinter in two. I grip her hair, worrying for a split second it's a little too hard. Dove doesn’t seem to be bothered as she swirls her tongue around the head of my erection, lavishing it like it's her favorite lollipop. I arch my back, my tendons tightening from the euphoric feel of her mouth. I want to come. I want to unleash right down her throat, but the call of her pussy has me hesitating. I want all of Dove, in every single way. My brain feels like it’s malfunctioning, too much stimulation all at once.
“Fuck, stand up.” I withdraw from her mouth, heaving like an animal. Pulling her to her feet, I bend her over the desk. “Can I have you?” I nudge the head of my cock against her slick entrance.
Dove glances back at me, her smoky eyes hazy with lust. “Only if you make me come.”
I rise to the challenge, reaching around and rubbing her clit. She purrs like an alley cat. Anchoring my hand on her collarbone, I thrust into her, the connection spiritual.
We both expel an anguished sound of pleasure before I pump into her body, pillaging from it everything I need.
