“You taste incredible.” I circle her clit. Slow. “I could do this for hours.”
“I’d die.”
“But what a way to go.”
She laughs. Startled. The tension in her body eases.
I eat her like I’m savoring her. Long pulls. Short flicks. Curved inside, finding the spot that makes her thighs shake.
“Dante.” She’s panting now. “I can’t.”
“Tell me.”
“I need you inside me.”
I crawl back up her body. She’s flushed. Panting.
“Look at me.”
Her gaze finds mine.
I settle between her legs. Notch myself at her entrance.
“Don’t look away. Let me see your face when I take you.”
I sink into her. Slow. Inch by inch until I’m buried and we’re both shaking.
“Fuck.” The word rips out of me.
She’s so tight. So warm. I have to hold still or this ends before it starts.
She shudders. But she doesn’t look away. Doesn’t hide.
Neither do I.
She touches my face. Traces my jaw.
“You’re trembling.”
I am. I hadn’t noticed.
Everything stops.
Not the pause of catching a moment. Something deeper. We’re suspended, holding each other, and I’m more exposed than I’ve ever been.
“It’s okay.” Her voice is soft. Certain. “I’ve got you.”
Cristo.
No one’s said that to me since Mama died.
Warmth floods my chest. Terrifying and sweet.
“Cassia.” Her name comes out broken.
She cradles the back of my head, anchoring me. “I’ve got you. Stay with me.”
I start to move.
