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I brace my arms behind me as the rough denim of his jeans rubs against my inner thighs, and Dante tips my chin up and smiles down at me, then cups my pussy with his other hand and pushes two fingers inside. “You promised me a taste of this.”
“I never… promised you that.” I start to pant, tremors of pleasure rippling through me. “You just…you’rethe one who said you wanted…”
I give up talking and he grins down at me, a look both wolfish and tender that does really fucking confusing things to my heart.
“Fuck yeah, I did. I still do, princess,” he says, distracting me perfectly from my confusion with the wicked things he’s doing with those fingers of his.
I give up on trying to talk and give in to what I wanted in the first place, just letting myself feel.
My head falls back as I writhe on his fingers and let my eyes drift closed, and Dante swoops right in with a groan, sucking the side of my throat hard enough to leave a mark.
It stings, and I love it. Almost as much as I love the way he keeps grinding the heel of his hand against my clit, slowly moving his fingers inside me like he’s on a single-minded mission to drive me crazy.
It’s working. Before I can stop myself, I’m begging again. Promising him anything he wants. The fucker still doesn’t go any harder, though. Doesn’t speed up the pace or fuck me with his thick digits the way I crave. Instead, he just keeps repeating a slow, sensual beckoning motion, over and over and fuckingover, deep inside me. Stroking my G-spot so damn well that my knees start to shake and my bones all but liquify, until I know—I just fuckingknow—that if I let him make me come this way, it’s going to completely wreck me.
It’s too much. It makes things too unequal. With him only giving, totally focused on me, watching as I fall apart… I can’t. I just can’t.
I force my eyes open and clutch his shirt. “Just fuck me already. Give me your cock.”
Any tenderness I thought I saw on his face burns away in a flash of heat so intense I almost do come, right then and there. Then he smiles at me.
“Can’t fucking deny you, princess,” he growls, sliding his fingers out and straightening up, keeping his eyes on me the whole time as he licks them clean and uses his free hand to pop the button on his jeans. He slides his zipper down and frees his cock. “This what you’re asking for?”
Hell yeah, it is.
I knock his hand away and wrap my own around his thick length. “Less talking, more fucking.”
That wolfish smile is back. “I do like it when you sweet talk me.”
Then, taking me at my word, he slams his mouth over mine and hitches my leg up over his hip, lining himself up and driving straight into me. He goes balls deep in one thrust, filling me so completely that it blocks out everything but this moment.
I lose myself in it, overwhelmed by the dirty things he promises as he finally starts fucking me hard. His fingers dig into my hips to hold me steady, making it clear that he’s just as needy and hungry for this as I am. That he doesn’t just want the release of sex, but that hefeelsthings between us too.
All the things that made the Reapers’ betrayal over Chloe hurt me so badly in the first place.
The thought is like fucking ice water on my brain. It doesn’t do a damn thing to cool off the inferno inside me—because Dante’s cock is like magic, and he’s got me so close that I really do want to scream—but at least it brings me to my senses.
Gritting my teeth, I force myself to put my hands on his chest and shove him away.Hard.
Dante’s cock slides out of me as he stumbles backward, just a step before he catches his balance.
“Princess?” His thick brows draw together as he gives me a confused look. His hand wraps around his length, which is shiny with the evidence of my arousal. “What’s wrong?”
“Fuck you,” I grit out as he watches me with hooded eyes.
“Pretty sure I was just doing that,” he says, his lips quirking up in a smirk.
I scramble off the counter, pressing my back against the wall opposite the sink to help fight the addiction. I just need a little space between us to get myself under control, but dammit, there isn’t any. Not when I’m suddenly bereft of his closeness and still reeling from what I just did. Not when the bathroom is too small and Dante is too large.
Even though he doesn’t make a move toward me, I still feel crowded by the sheer overwhelming presence of him. All too aware that he’s stillright fucking there, close enough that I can still feel the heat of his body as the slick-sounding thwap of his hand echoes around us.
I can’t escape the awareness of just how close he’s standing, how fucking hot he looks as he jerks himself off, how much my body still craves everything I just shoved away.
I squeeze my eyes closed, fisting my hands at my sides. “I hate you.”
He leans in, and I feel his breath ghost across my cheek. Sense the motion of his hand, speeding up just like his breath does.
“Nah, that’s not what this is,” he whispers. “Don’t hide from it, wild thing.”
