Page 75 of Hearts Of Darkness

I let my forehead fall forward until it’s resting against his. At the same time, I cradle his strong jaw in my hands, taking care not to brush against his bruises.

“Make love to me, Eve. Leave me that one treasure.”

I smile down at him and circle my hips slowly, satisfying my aching sex, riding him gently so as not to jar his injured shoulder, making every single moment count. He groans again and buries his face into the side of my neck, circling my clitoris with his thumb until my rhythm starts to falter, and I’m trembling from the inside out.

Growling impatiently, he whips his hand away and brings his palm down hard on my ass cheek. The stinging slap makes my eyes fly open in surprise, and the walls of my sex convulse around his cock.

“Too slow. I want you screaming my name, not panting it.”

“You told me to make love to you!”

“I’ve changed my mind.”

“You don’t get to dictate this.”

“I always dictate this.” Pivoting sideways onto his good arm, he flips me onto my back and drags me to the edge of the bed by my hips.

“Dante, your shoulder!”

“Fuck my shoulder. We’re not cut out for making love. I want to devour you, not treat you like a pet.” He grabs the insides of my thighs and opens my legs wide, baring my most intimate part to him. He pauses, his gaze fixated on my glistening sex. “Christ, Eve,” he mutters. “You bring me to myknees every goddamn time.”

His words spike my body with lust. “Fuck me,” I say desperately. “Do it, Dante!” I ball my fists around the bedsheet and arch my back, opening myself wider, urging him to take me any way he desires.

“Quiet. Let me look at you. I will never see a sight more exquisite than this.”

“Damn you!” I’m hurtling closer and closer to the abyss. I never knew a woman could orgasm from words alone. “Give me something, hurry! Your cock, your fingers, your lips, your tongue…”

“I need to mark you first,” he snarls, his expression both singular and primitive. “Keep your legs open. You’remine,Eve Miller.”

“Always.”

He grasps his cock and starts to stroke the shaft right there in front of me, pumping his fist up and down in a brutal fashion. I watch his expression switch to hunger and determination, and suddenly his intention is clear.

I glance down. The smooth head of his cock is so close to my outer lips. His body is straining to reach his release, his pumping almost violent in its intensity. I can’t stop staring at him—this savage picture of virility and desire.

His olive skin is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his head is thrown back, his eyes are shut tight. He’s so damn close…

He comes with a low hiss of my name, directing his spurting cum all over me, coating my sex and thighs in his sticky warmth and then using his fingers to spread himself into every crease and crevice. “Mine,” he repeats, enthralling me with the roughness in his voice before he’s plunging twofingers inside of me.

The crude nature of his act seals my fate. With a harsh rasping cry, I come too, the walls of my sex throbbing and burning as I’m pushed to the brink by his need to claim me like this.

There’s a moment of clarity as the lights spin above my head like fireworks on the Fourth Of July, and it’s one that both frightens and exhilarates me. He’s the blood pumping through my veins, the last gasp of breath in my lungs, my dreams, my nightmares, and everything in between.

No matter the distance, no matter the circumstance, no matter who dares to try and tear us apart, I will always be his.

Forever.

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DANTE

My shoulder is screaming like a bitch, but I can’t stop fucking her. I can’t bring myself to break the connection, not when I can feel her clenching around my dick again. Is that her fourth orgasm, her fifth? After I branded her, I climbed inside her, and we’ve been bound together like this ever since.

My lust will never be satisfied with gentle lovemaking. We fuck hard and fast to quench that need in both of us. I have to feel those tight muscles pulling me under, drowning me in her essence. I can’t let her go, but I must. It’s too dangerous for her by my side.

“Dante!”

Her quiet sobs draw me back to her again. Her voice is weak with fatigue. I’ve been rough with my touch, taking her deep for at least an hour, but she hasn’t resisted until now. It’s like she can’t bring herself to break our connection, either. Icontemplate pushing her legs back and taking her ass, but my angel is faltering. The time has come.

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