Page 115 of Vow Of Fire

But what did it mean? I asked myself as I lay there.

This was not your usual relationship. His family was using my gallery shamelessly, and now their turf war meant I was in danger of losing it all. I had no choice but to join forces with them to defeat the opposition.

It wasn’t even my darn fight, and here I was fighting it. I’d already lied to Mikhail, which would feed back to Sergei. If he ever found out, I was a dead woman.

I shuddered, involuntarily clutching Dante. His cock prodded me in the thigh, while the knuckles on his free hand brushed my breast.

Traitorous nipples, I grumbled silently as they puckered as if electrocuted by his touch. That time I did thrust against his leg. I couldn’t help it.

I felt him shift and then still as he woke up.

A beat passed, then he let out a rough groan and pulled me fully on top of him.

“Now this is how I want to wake up every morning,” he said, as his erection nestled between my legs.

I was needy as hell, and my body was already hot for him in a way that was impossible to hide, so I didn’t even try.

“Damn, you’re so ready for me,” he murmured, as the tip of his cock slid between my slick lips.

“Must be from last night,” I lied.

He chuckled and my cheeks burned. Thank goodness the curtains were drawn and the light was dim. He wouldn’t see my blushes.

I was lying on top of him though, and every part of his hard, muscular body was pushing into mine. I ran my fingers up the inside of his forearm, over the fine script I’d noticed the very first night.

“What does it say?” I murmured.

I felt him tense beneath me.

“It’s Latin,” he said, after a beat.

“I can see that.” I traced the first word again. “But what does it mean?”

There was another long silence and then his hand came up and closed gently around mine.

“Not yet,” he murmured, pressing his lips to my neck. His hands traveled down my back and squeezed my butt, locking me in place. One more upward thrust and he’d be inside me. Already, he was poised at my opening. My breasts were squished against his chest, and the friction was driving me crazy.

“Open for me, Ophelia,” he demanded, angling his hips upward.

I gave a soft moan and did as he asked.

I was so wet, he slid inside with no effort. Like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Dante,” I moaned, biting my lip as I accepted all of him.

“I know, baby,” he growled, as a hand snaked into my hair and he pulled my head down toward him. He kissed me—a long, searing kiss that left me reeling.

Slowly, we moved together. It was languid and unrushed, as if we wanted to savor every moment. The rhythm built and our lips locked as we moved as one.

When we came this time, it was wrapped in each other’s arms, and I’d never felt anything so perfect.

It was just a pity it couldn’t last.

Chloe: I’m taking your silence as a yes

Chloe: I want a full debrief. Monday. With visual aids.

Chloe: Fine, abandon me. But be safe, and do NOT fall for him. (You’re not falling for him, are you?)