Page 52 of The Sound of Us

His words caught me off guard, and I felt a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the physical heat of the room or what he was doing to my body.

“Open for me.” He nudged my legs apart, guiding me to lift my damaged leg to his shoulder before he spread me wide. His eyes heated as he studied me, his pleasure evident from his husky voice. “Good girl.”

A shockwave of arousal punched me in the gut, stealing my breath away. His praise washed over my body, the knowledge I’d pleased him sending a flush of heat through my veins. I tucked the curious reaction away to worry about later because the friction from the stubble on my inner thigh as he kissed his way to my center was about to unravel me on the spot.

His dark head moved closer until I could feel the heat of his breath on my clit. My hips tilted upward, my body seeking relief.

“Look at me, buttercup.”

He held my gaze as he licked over my clit, easing the sensationbefore opening his mouth around me. After only a few strokes of his tongue, my back arched and heat blossomed in my core. My knees buckled, but his hand shot out, pinning my thigh against his shoulder as he stroked me, his tongue doing wicked things that ripped a choked whimper from my throat.

He’d rocked my world in the storage room, but I’d never experienced anything as wild and intense as the way he took me in that moment. His heated gaze locked on mine as he spread me wider, filling me with two fingers and then three, building a fire inside me. In the background, over the speakers, his whiskey-smooth voice echoed around me while his real-life groans rumbled from his chest.

“Please.” I tugged on his hair, pulling him closer, letting him know with the rocking of my hips how close I was to release, how desperate I was to feel him where I ached the most. Finally, he closed his lips around my clit and sucked as he pulsed his fingers in a merciless rhythm.

My vision went white as every single nerve ending in my whole body fired at once. A massive tidal wave of pleasure crashed over me, battering my senses until the world dissolved around me.

After a second, I opened my eyes. Dante was on his feet, holding his fingers over my lips. “I want to watch you taste yourself.”

I managed a nod and he thrust his fingers into my mouth, humming in approval as I licked off my own salty-sweet desire. I’d never done anything that felt so decadent, dangerous, and filthy all at the same time.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” Dante leaned forward to kiss me, sweetly and slowly, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth until he had banked the fire inside me again.

“I need you inside me,” I murmured as I traced the curves and spirals of the ink on his shoulders. “If you don’t fuck me, I might have to slap you for real, and this time I won’t miss.”

He smiled down at me and ran a finger along my jawline. “Are you threatening me?”

The hint of warning in his eyes and the controlled power in hisvoice turned my body into liquid heat and a tremor of need shook my body.

“No. Yes. I just…” Words failed me as he shrugged off the rest of his clothes, his muscles rippling with power barely restrained.

I let my gaze roam boldly over his magnificent body as he retrieved a condom from his jeans and slid it over his thick, hard erection. He was perfectly built, all hard planes and angles, his skin slick with sweat and beautifully inked. I imagined licking my way down his body, over the rippling six-pack and along the V-shaped lines of his pelvis to the intimidating length below.

“Walk over to the bulletin board and turn to face it,” he said, his voice low and full of gravel.

Heart pounding with excitement, I did as he asked, resting my cheek against the cool cork surface. Dante came up behind me and drew my hands above my head.

“I want you like this,” he murmured in my ear. “I want to fuck you in exactly the same position you were in when we were down in the basement and you were reaching for the box. You looked so damn sexy. Your shirt had ridden up. I could see your back, the curve of your waist, and this beautiful ass, just begging to be touched.” He squeezed my rear, ripping a soft moan from my lips. “I wanted you so fucking bad…” He kicked my legs roughly apart. “I’ve fantasized about fucking you like this every night, buttercup. Every. Fucking. Night.”

He brushed my hair aside and kissed my nape, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. He followed that shiver with his lips, feathering kisses down my back until he reached the cleft of my ass. I tensed in wary anticipation of him going somewhere I wasn’t ready for him to go.

“Maybe another time.” He pressed a kiss to each cheek. “There’s too much I want to do with you tonight.”

He stroked between my legs with one hand while he pinched my nipples with the other, stoking my need again until I was writhing against him. His erection rubbed against my cleft and a frantic ache pulsed between my legs. Once wasn’t enough.

“Dante…”

“I got you.” He thrust into me in one hard, singular motion, digging his fingers into my hip with one hand, while he held me secure with the other.

I didn’t know what turned me on the most—the fact that he wanted me in that moment, or that he’d fantasized about me at night when I’d been fantasizing about him.

“Don’t stop…” I rocked against him, driving up on my toes and back again. I was desperate, aching to have him completely, hard and raw and wild.

With a shuddered breath, he pulled back and pushed fully inside. He was everywhere. His voice from the speakers surrounding me. His groans vibrating against my back. His hands on my skin, his breath hot on my neck, his cock filling me with every hard thrust.

He took me roughly, slamming into me, pushing me toward orgasm in a way I’d never felt before. My hands fisted against the corkboard as the pressure inside me grew and my lower half started to tighten. When I cried out, he pushed deeper, hitting the sensitive spot inside me while his fingers brushed over my clit in a move perfectly timed to send me straight over the edge.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” I let out a guttural groan as everything spun out of control. Pleasure exploded inside me, a firestorm of sheer sensation that streamed through my body electrifying every nerve ending until I came apart at the seams.

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