Page 60 of Unspoken Obsession

I sink to my knees in front of him and wrap my lips over his shaft. His groan turns into a low growl of pleasure as I slide my mouth up and down his cock, letting him fuck my mouth slowly.

I can feel the veins of his cock against my tongue. It's driving me crazy because I want him to slide it into me, craving that sensation. I lick him and suck him until his moans are too much. I can't resist my need. I stand and press my hand against his chest, pushing him to sit back on the bed.

I climb onto his lap, straddling him. I lower myself onto his cock. The way it fills me and stretches me open, makes me moan. My vocal sounds undo him, and he holds me, sliding into my pussy, pressing against me, and filling me up.

He takes hold of my hips, pressing me harder against his cock, then he rocks me back and forth on his lap.

I grip his shoulders and rock with him. He slides inside me and sends shock waves of pleasure through my body. Dante grabs my jaw and pulls my mouth against his while I ride him. His tongue dips between my lips and plays inside my mouth, teasing my senses.

I move faster, the intensity of our connection making me desperate. He lifts me slightly, holding me up so that he can thrust up into me.

He fucks me hard, slamming into me and making me cry out, not worrying about who might hear us. Profanities spill from my lips between kisses. I can't get enough of him. The man from that gala, The Shadow in the mask. The man who has haunted my thoughts and dreams for such a long time.

He grabs a handful of my hair and yanks my head backward, running his other hand over my throat. He clamps his fingers over my neck, choking me as he fucks me so hard I am struggling to hold on to him.

The pleasure and pressure are building up too much and I can't take it for another second.

I gasp and cry out, but his fingers clamp tighter over my throat as my orgasm claims me, pulsing through me, shudders of desire and need.

He goes rigid inside me as he presses harder into me, exploding and growling low and deep against my body.

We lie on the bed, tangled in each other, breathing heavily.

For a long time, neither of us says anything, but his hands are stroking over my back as I rest my head on his chest. My body is still buzzing from the pleasure of being with him. Sensitive to his touch, it is so easy for him to turn me on with just his hands or a kiss.

I know who he is now—but what does that change?

It makes my heart happier—but it doesn't give away his true intentions, or whether I can trust him with my deepest secrets.

I want to tell him. I want to share everything. But I'm afraid secrets can be used against me.

After a while, Dante sighs, lifting his face to look down at me.

"Little fox, it's getting late. What time does the train return to the station? I don't want you to be late getting home."

I shake my head, too comfortable to look up at him.

"The train will only return to the station tomorrow morning. We are having dinner and breakfast here."

"We're staying the night?" He asks in surprise.

"We are. But, I'm not ready for bed yet. I think I have worked up enough of an appetite to try that salted caramel cheesecake." I grin at him, and he shakes his head.

"I guess I can order the decadent chocolate cake, and we can share again."

"Excellent plan," I say, pushing off the bed to grab my dress. He pulls me back towards him, kissing me again.

"I knew it was you in my gut - but to be sure - I am thrilled I found you."

I smile and trace my fingers over his jaw. "Me too."

We order dessert and I boldly have another glass of wine. The entire mood of the night has shifted since we found out who we are to each other. We are far more relaxed, and he has not pushed for more answers.

I have dreamed of this night so many times. I have recreated it in my mind over the years. I was always afraid that I was reading too much into that one meeting - that he would have just forgotten me. But everything I had secretly hoped for was real.

He was thinking about me as well. He was wondering about where I had been - wishing to see me again and even looking for me in the crowds.

My heart is happy, and I am so pleased that tonight was the night that I asked Clarissa to stay with Damion until the morning.

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