Page 7 of Stealing Iris

Seeing him between my thighs, his arms wrapped around my legs, sends shock waves through me. He’s relentless, centering on my most sensitive spot, the one making me squirm and has him holding onto me so tight. There’s so much pressure inside me, and every stroke adds more. What he’s doing to me is more than I can take and, within a few more passes of his talented tongue, I splinter. “Dante!” My legs tighten around him, my hips moving toward him then away with a loss of control I can’t fathom. I swear he’s torn me open, letting everything inside me escape in a vibrant rush.

My arms give out, dropping me back to the firm mattress. I need a bit to catch my breath. I’m boneless, every limb melting into the bed.My first real orgasm. God. I’m in a million little pieces that will never come together again.

Dante reaches for the box and rips open a foil package. He’s huge, beautiful in the way only a man can be. The condom goes on, unrolling over and over until it covers the length of him. He stretches an arm, shifting his weight to move up my body. I push up on an elbow, turning away while preparing myself mentally to take his size.

“You like it from behind?” He palms the curve of my ass, moving across in what can only be called a caress.

“Conny does,” I reply, focusing on the skin he’s covering. I have my knee up, trying to concentrate on where to plant it when his hands wrap around me. He pulls my leg over to straddle him then brings me down hard, tearing through my cherry in a single thrust.

I cry out before I can cut it off, clutching at his back and shoulder as pain shoots through me like a sharp knife against my skin. After what I’ve gone through with Conny, I brace for a punch or a slap. Instead, Dante freezes.

Turning away, I bite my lip as realization washes through me. In one quick second, he’s taken what’s left of my innocence, and my only chance at getting my freedom back from Conrado.

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DANTE

She digs her nails into my shoulders and, in the back of my mind, I know she’s drawing blood. I more than deserve the paltry wounds, after what I did to her. The rage that burned in me like a flash fire when she mentioned him fizzles out.

“Iris.” Her name comes out in part question and part accusation. How could she not tell me? How was I supposed to guess, after what we were doing?

I hold her tight, afraid to move, afraid to shatter this moment and cause her more pain. I’m lodged deep, as deep as my hardened cock can go, and it’s all I can do to keep my control. “It’ll pass,” I assure her. Not that I know how much it hurts, or how long the pain will last, but surely it’ll pass because otherwise, women wouldn’t have been fucking for generations.

She loses the stiffness in her spine and loosens her hold on my shoulders. I bring my hands up, rubbing her back, trying to offer comfort, though I’m completely out of my element.Virgin. She’d been a freaking virgin, and I took that away from her.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she answers in a tiny voice that makes me want to hold her tighter.

Her face is turned away from me, making my chest tighten. I lean back, trying to see if her expression matches her words. Another time I may pick up on cues and stressors, but right now I’m waging an internal war. It’s all I can do to keep my body from following a natural reaction to a woman’s tight grip on my cock.Fuck. I’ve never wanted something so badly and yet denied myself pleasure.

She moves, and I clamp her waist. “I don’t want to hurt you…”Again,more,anymore? So, I let the words hang there. Whatever happens from here on is up to her because the one thing I’m sure of, is I’m not letting her go.

Her gaze meets mine, wariness swimming in the pool of unshed tears. She studies me, swallowing hard as her gaze roams my face. A tear spills, rolling down her cheek until I lean in and brush it away with my lips, taking the salty bit of her pain. We both freeze, and I’m surprised at what I’ve done. I never imagined myself doing something so intimate, despite what happened on the bed earlier. Right this minute, I’m completely out of my element.

Her inner muscles hug me, sending a shock through my entire body. “Aw, fuck, baby.” Her eyes widen at my words, and she searches my face. Another subtle squeeze makes my fingers curl into her skin involuntarily. I narrow my eyes, but she remains the picture of innocence. We’ll see about that.

I take her mouth, pulling her bottom lip between my teeth. Her hand comes up to cup my jaw, disarming me. I didn’t bite, the way I planned to. Instead, I let her take the lead and join in one kiss after another. They’re gentle, my mouth moving with hers, enjoying fullness until she opens to me. Now I can finally gain my footing.

My first taste of her lips is a new experience for me. Her innocent sensuality is hypnotic, as is the tentative eagerness of her kisses. Her nipples pucker against my chest, the dainty tightening buds begging for my hands to cover them, to help them along, providing the pleasure she seems to be seeking.

I cup the sides of her breasts, working my thumbs under each, curling my fingers over the top, and refusing to pull away. She shifts, gasping against my mouth, her back arching with the sensations she creates. I press my eyes shut to keep my balls from emptying. This woman kisses with her whole body.

I push up from a seated position, taking her with me to stretch out on the bed. Still kissing her, I press our bodies together, drawing out another gasp. I pull out, stopping with the protest coming from deep in her throat. Concern holds me still. “Did I—”

“Dante, please…” Her fingers dig into my back as her hips try to follow. Relief flows through me, along with a healthy dose of self-satisfaction.

“I’m right here,” I murmur, sliding back into her welcoming embrace. As much as I enjoy this, I have to move, my body’s demanding it. “Don’t follow,” I mutter. “Meet me halfway.” She’s quick to understand, enjoying the long, measured strokes, if her heavy-lidded eyes are to be believed.

My temple is against hers, my pulse echoing against her profile. I’m fighting my instincts to quicken my pace, to take her with the hard edge I enjoy. In the next second, she brings up her legs to hug me, nearly destroying me. My hold on myself slips, just for a second or two. No. Next time, next time we can fuck to the farthest extent of the word.

Her lips are parted. I can hear every breath she drags in, every tiny noise in the back of her throat. I’m reveling in it, knowing I’m the only one to make her feel that. “Oh yeah,” she says in a breathy voice then a quick sound of protest before she clutches at my back. Her legs tighten, barely giving me a warning before she arches against me. Her cry fills my head, flowing into my senses, but her pussy tightens, rippling along my cock, blasting me into a fierce, muscle-straining orgasm that nearly drags the life out of me.

Holy fuck. It’s the only thing going through my head as I come down from one of the most intense experiences I’ve ever known.

Iris is wrapped around me, breathing as hard as I am. My face is buried in her hair and my arms feel like they’re made of gel. It’s the reason I haven’t moved…at least that’s what I’ll tell myself. I should be cleaning up so I—we can get going, yet I don’t want to move. Instead, I’m curious to find out if I kiss the spot by her belly button, will her skin smell like me.

Aw fuck. I’m so damn screwed.

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