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But I can’t.
I’m too drawn to him. Too intoxicated by the way he’s looking at me with something in his eyes I’ve never seen before, not even the night we fucked.
But he still hasn’t kissed me. He’s waiting for me to say yes, looking at me likenoman ever has before, and even knowing what he really is and the kind of darkness that lives inside him, I want him anyway.
If I’m honest, I think I want himbecauseof all that.
For once, it’s not recklessness or the need to escape my shitty reality and find a momentary release that drives me. It’s that I do know who Dante is, at least in part, and it calls to something inside me that I can barely admit exists.
So I lean forward, closing the gap he’s left between us, and press our lips together.
Dante groans, low and hungry. Then he takes control and deepens the kiss, his free hand tangling in the back of my hair as he sweeps his tongue through my mouth like he means it.I gasp as the simmering heat inside me blooms into something all-consuming and urgent.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he mutters, hauling me onto his lap.
I go eagerly, throwing my knee over his thighs when he grabs my ass and urges me to straddle him. He’s big in all the right places, and even with the heat of his hands bringing the welts on my ass back to life, there’s nowhere else I want to be.
“Kiss me,” I repeat, delving my hands into his hair and attacking his mouth again when the bossy order makes him smile.
His hands slowly run up and down the backs of my thighs, and I feel it in every nerve ending as he settles them back on my ass and pulls me against him.
“Fuck,” I gasp, ripping my mouth away from his as the heat of his clothed cock presses against me.
He groans, rocking his hips, and it’salmosteverything I need. His shaft is thick and hard and throbbing in time with my own heartbeat, rubbing back and forth with an insistent pressure right where I need it, but with too fucking many layers of fabric in the way.
“Dante,” I start again, panting as I clutch his wide shoulders. “I need…”
“I’ve got you,” he promises, fisting my hair.
The sharp sting in my scalp is electric, and when he tilts my head to the side and drags his tongue up the side of my neck, the lethal combination sends a full-body shiver through me, pleasure tightening like a corkscrew in my core. He grabs my ass again and starts dragging me up and down his cock, and the hot pressure of his cock against my clit makes me moan.
“Fuck, princess,” he groans, pulsing against me through the barrier of our clothes. “You feel so fucking good. Like this hot little pussy was made just for me.”
“Then take it,” I pant shamelessly, rocking against him.
He chuckles, low and throaty, his fingers digging into me to control the pace. “I plan to, but damn, you’re so gorgeous like this. Look at you. Hungry for it, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
I’m fucking starving for it. Not just the sex, but all of it. The way his hands are controlling but his voice is light and easy. The laughter that mixes with the heat in his eyes.Everything.
“Thought so,” Dante murmurs, tilting me forward as he starts to move my body against his a little faster. A little harder. “Come apart for me now.”
I gasp, the tingling heat of an impending orgasm spreading from my pussy outward as I writhe against him, desperate for more friction. For everything he can give me.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he grunts, thrusting hard against my clit and holding me there, grinding against me as he eggs me on. “Let me see what my cock does to you. Let me hear it. I want you nice and wet so I can take you hard. Been dreaming of your sweet pussy ever since you gave me that first taste at the club. Now scream for me again, just like you did before. Come on now.”
He pumps against me once, twice, pushing his hips up in short, shallow, rapid-fire thrusts that set me on fire. The friction is almost too much with our clothes in the way, but it’s also fucking perfect.
Almost as perfect as the way he watches me as I start to come apart for him, his face flushed with arousal and eyes heavy-lidded with lust, as if he’s getting off on gettingmeoff.
It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen, and between one breath and the next, I shatter. I come so hard it feels like my head spins.
The room tilts around me, and it takes me a second to realize that it’s not just in my mind. Dante curses under his breath as he shoots to his feet, one hand still supporting my ass as I shudder through my climax and the other splayed across my back to hold me against him.
He turns around and tosses me back down on the couch, pushing me flat as he shoves my clothes out of the way. A low sound almost like a growl spills from his lips as he trails hot, open-mouthed kisses up my stomach, laving my breasts with his tongue before sucking a trail of possessive marks along my throat. I gasp, the heat from his mouth shooting straight down to my clit.
“So fucking sweet,” he murmurs, kissing my collarbone as he nips at my earlobe. “You taste like the kind of thing I could get addicted to, wild thing.”
He pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it aside, then he’s kissing me again. His mouth is ravenous on mine as he covers my body with his, his teeth grazing down my neck to my chest. Bracing himself with one hand on the back of the couch, he shoves the other down my pants, burying his fingers in my still-throbbing pussy.
