Page 39 of Christmas Vows with the Devil

Towering over me, with a foot on each side of my torso, she slips her dripping fingers between her thighs and moans. The visual is so visceral that I need to stop touching myself, gripping her ankles instead.

“Show me, Gia.” I move her ankles apart more, giving me a clear view of her perfect, wet pussy. Her fingers make slow circles around her clit as she throws her head back, moaning softly.

God, how I ache to touch her. To taste her. I want that pussy to make a mess of my face, to suffocate me.

Without warning, I yank her down on top of me, and she squeals in shock. Her hands fly to the headboard to steady herself. I slip my hands under her ass and guide her sweet core to my mouth.

I should take my time, enjoy the nirvana I’m about to enter, but nothing can stop me now.

The first lick is heaven, and she gasps, moaning my name. My control breaks and I’m lapping up her sweetness like it’s the juiciest peach at the market. My name sounds like a prayer on her lips.

“Dante. Dante. Dante. Don’t stop. Dante, please.” She’s begging now, grinding against my mouth, greedy and determined to get her release.

In that moment, I need her more than anything in the world. More than air. More than water.

I grip her waist, sliding her away from my lips, toward my hips. She huffs impatiently, so close to her orgasm.

“Not yet,” I growl, the pain of needing her taking control. “I need to feel you. To be inside you.”

Our eyes connect for a brief second as she reaches for me, solid and pulsing for her. I know that look in her eyes.

Once we cross this line, everything changes.

She leans down, capturing my lips in a tender kiss. Despite our history, I feel love in that kiss.

As soon as the thought enters, it’s replaced by the sensation of Gia’s slick pussy sliding onto me. She’s taking me excruciatingly slowly, and it takes all my power not to grab her hips and slam her down.

Her eyes are half-closed, head thrown back in ecstasy. A drawn-out low moan escapes her lips, and the air rushes out of my lungs.She’s so fucking beautiful.

Then she’s riding me, taking control of her pleasure, swirling her hips, grinding on me, as she slides up and down my length.

“That’s my good girl.”

She moans, increasing her speed. Vanilla and jasmine cloud my nostrils as her soft hair brushes my chest with every movement. Her heady moans are driving me closer and closer. Her pussy, so hot and wet, clutches me, pulling me deeper and deeper.

I’m a goner for Gia Vitale.

“Don’t hold back, baby,” I growl, holding back myself. “Show me how beautiful you look when you cum.”

“Dante, please.”

“That’s right, Gia. Let go. Let me see.”

She reaches the peak, my name on her lips like a chant. I feel her let go, soaking me, slowly riding out her climax. She collapses on my chest, exhausted, satisfied, spent.

I let her take control. To make herself feel comfortable in an uncomfortable situation.

Now, it’s my turn.

She leans up to kiss me, panting, already giving in to the sweetness of sleep. But there won’t be any sleep tonight, not with Gia’s warm, glistening body in my bed.

I tilt her chin up, grinning like the devil I am.Il Diavolo, still.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

Chapter Thirteen

Gia

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