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Sweat rolled down his face, his neck, his back. His heart was pumping wild and hot.
Dante rutted frantically, listening to Sage’s increasing moans as her body tightened under his. She was close to coming but he felt her total submission to him. She wasn’t trying to get herself off, she was handing herself over to him. And her giving him that trust, Dante felt like he was on top of the world, like he could fucking fly.
It was exhilarating and scary as fuck.
Sage submitted to him, but she held her own power. She had his cold heart in her fucking hands, even if she didn’t know it yet.
Sage
Sage had never had sex like this. It was raw, desperate, addictive.
Never in a million years did she think that acquiescing her power in the bedroom would result in the best sex of her life, but Dante surprised her. Sage surprised herself.
Again.
And the way he was looking at her as they fucked?
She’d never been with a man who looked at her like he did. Like she was beautiful. Special.
But that was crazy right?
It’s just sex. Really intense, very hot sex. But still. He probably looks at every woman this way.
Then she didn’t have room to think at all. Her climax kept building with every stroke, every touch. When his cock piercing hit that pleasure point deep inside her, her eyes rolled back in her head. It was so good, too good.
And even though she was the one tied up, she felt freer than she ever had in her life. Like her heart was going to fly right out of her body. It wasn’t just physical pleasure. Despite their animosity, she trusted him, and Sage trusted very few people.
Something inside her told her that Dante was worth the risk.
He thumbed her clit again and Sage bit down on her lip. There were so many things she wanted to say and moaning ‘yes’ was the least of them.
And then, there was no need for words.
Her climax came roaring to the surface.
“That’s it, baby, come for me,” Dante demanded.
Sage let go of the last tether on her control as white-hot pleasure spiralled through her. She screamed Dante’s name as the orgasm swept over her. It kept going on and on, and suddenly, she felt Dante’s body tense.
His black hair was sweat-soaked, his chest heaving. She wanted to run her hands and her lips all over his tightly muscled body. She wanted to trace every tattoo and piercing with her tongue.
She also didn’t want the condom, the barrier between them. She wanted to feel his cum on her skin.
As if sensing her thoughts, Dante pulled out, rolled off the condom and began to jerk himself off. His body shook as he moaned her name. Then he released jets of hot cum, lashing her belly, her pussy, her thighs.
Why was Dante marking her skin so fucking hot? She was never into that sort of primal play and yet, with Dante, she loved it.
Alarm bells started to go off in her mind.
What was happening between them felt like much more than sex.
And wouldn’t that be the most dangerous thing of all?
Never mind conspiring with a biker and being tied up to his bed.
She was at risk of making a fool of herself. Over a man who didn’t want anything other than what they were doing.
She glanced down her well-used body to watch him, watching her.
