Page 53 of Hearts Of Darkness

I dig my fingers into his silky black hair as he sets to work on my body, sliding a rough hand up my thigh and pushing two fingers back inside me as his mouth devours the tip of my sex, his tongue encircling that bundle of nerves with an ever-increasing pressure.

I can’t contain my cries. My back is arched away from the wall in ecstasy. He keeps me right on the brink for ages, knowing exactly when to ease off and when to bring me back to the edge, like the fucking sadist that he is. I keep holding my breath to intensify the pleasure more quickly, but like always he’s in total control.

“Let me come!” I scream, feeling the vibrations of his laughter against my pussy. The tops of my thighs are slick with my arousal. I grind myself into his face to find some relief, and just when I think I can’t stand it any longer, he curves his fingers and presses the detonation button inside of me.

“Dante!”

Fire and flame consume me. I cry out his name again as I fall apart right in front of him. My knees buckle. My mind goes blank. Only his firm grip on my hip keeps me from collapsing to the floor.

I shut my eyes tight to get a handle on the madness. All I can hear is the rush of blood in my ears. And just like that, I’m flat on my back on the straw, yanked down by the man who has caused this sensory explosion in me.

“You made me come just from watching you,” he snarls, grabbing my hand and pressing it against his erection. “Feel for yourself.”

There’s a warm stickiness beneath my fingertips. He answers my look of disbelief with a violent kiss, tearing my lip with his teeth in his haste to banish it. His dark stubble is like a razor blade slicing my skin, and I can’t get enough of the pain.

“You want me,” I gasp out, craving his confirmation suddenly.

“Always.” His voice is hoarse with lust. “No one will ever take you away from me, Eve. I’ll kill any bastard that tries.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his mouth back down to mine. Our future is a slashed portrait…a fractured image. It’s something I can’t even comprehend. All I know is the present, and right now, the only thing I see is him.

18

EVE

“Tell me something about yourself and I’ll stop asking, I swear it.”

“Be truthful, Eve. You’re far too inquisitive to stop at a single question.”

“Try me.”

He smirks and eases out of me, rolling onto his back and folding his arm between his head and the pillow. I feel his loss immediately. I should have kept my mouth shut. He’s too glorious to surrender when he’s relaxed like this. Every tan, muscular inch of him is dominating this bed, his stubble has darkened, and his hair is a damp, disheveled mess.

We’ve been naked like this since yesterday morning, for over twenty-four hours now. It’s like we’ve cocooned ourselves against the world, our warring realities, and my conscience. Nothing can break us, so long as we never leave this bed.

“Just your surname then,” I prompt. “I can’t keep calling you Dante ‘The Enigma’ forever.”

“Oh, I don’t know. It’s an improvement.”

“Give me something, anything…please.” My frustration is spilling over the brim. “I feel like I’m constantly stumbling around in the dark with you.”

“Calm yourself. Why must you be so persistent?”

He’s laughing at me. I can tell. I’ve never once seen this man smile, but I’ve learned to read the inflections in his tone.

“It’s not fair. You know everything about me, and I know next to nothing about you.”

“Don’t pout. It doesn’t suit you.”

“Along with sarcasm, swearing, and whatever else doesn’t meet Mr. Dante ‘The Enigma’s’ tick box criteria for women.” I’m feeling mad as hell as I sit up and wrap the white sheet around my body. If he’s denying me his full name, I’ll deny him the pleasure of my body again.

“What else is on this list?” he says, reaching over to push a lock of my hair away from my face. It’s a conciliatory gesture, and I’m momentarily sidetracked by the tenderness in his touch.

“What list?”

“This criteria for women you speak of.”

“It’s a figure of speech,” I say in exasperation. “Didn’t they teach you stuff like that at your fancy American college?”

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