Page 38 of In the Cover of Darkness

“Please,” I moan breathlessly.

His hand moves from my ass as he finds the elastic waist of my leggings, one finger sliding underneath.

There's a degree of hesitancy where I can feel him contemplating if he should stop now or keep going. Not wanting to break the moment, I place my hand on his wrist and urge him forward. His whole hand sliding down, quickly finding my panties and pushing them to the side so he's cupping me. Slowly, he drags a finger through my folds, taking my wetness and gently rubbing my clit.

“Fuck sunshine, is all this for me?” he groans, as he moves one thick finger to my entrance, pushing inside. Still keeping light pressure on my clit, my wetness covering his hand, I can't help but rock against him, his finger finding that spot deep inside me, as he adds another thick finger, filling me even more.

Reaching up, I pull his face down, desperate for him, kissing him hard. Our tongues exploring each other as I continue to rock against him.

“Look at me,” he growls, taking his other hand and holding my chin so I'm locked in his gaze.

“I can feel you clenching around my fingers, desperate for me to fuck you harder. The sweet sound your pussy makes, telling me how wet you are … Fuck, baby,” he groans, “you're dripping all over me.”

Grabbing onto him, I can feel my orgasm growing but not quite able to peak.

“Please Dante … harder,” I moan.

“Only good girls get to come, baby. Are you going to be my good girl and do what I say?”

I'm so close, all I can do is nod my head, moaning as I try to get that little bit extra that I need.

“Words, baby. I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” I gasp.

“Good girl.”

He presses harder on my clit, his fingers firmly fucking me now and it almost instantly takes me over the edge. My whole body shakes as he works me through my orgasm, never once breaking my gaze.

“You look so fucking beautiful when you come.”

Easing his fingers from inside me, I can feel the loss of him as he takes them up to his mouth, sucking my wetness from them.

“I knew you'd taste perfect. Like fucking honey,” as he licks a drop rolling down his thumb.

“You okay, baby?” he asks, as a brief flash of concern flicks across his face.

Panting still, I pull him to me, kissing him firmly once more, tasting myself on his tongue.

“I’m perfect, that was … perfect.”

A wide grin forms on his face as I catch my breath. Reaching out, I place my hand on his belt buckle, wanting to return the favour, wanting to taste him.

“That’s not what this was about. This was about you and what you needed.”

“Do you not want me to—”

“Fuck, baby, I want you too. I want it real fucking bad. But this,” he waves his hand between us, before moving them back to my ass, pulling me firmly against him once more, “right here, is not that time.”

“DANTE, GET HERE NOW!” Ace shouts from the office, it's so loud it startles me, shattering the connection Dante and I were having.

Immediately I'm thrown over his shoulder and he races us toward the office. “Attila, Ragnar. Come,” he yells at the dogs. Within seconds I'm taken into our ensuite, as he quickly places me down, the dogs standing next to me.

“You have your switchblade?”

“Yes,” I puff, still trying to catch my breath from coming only moments ago.

“You need to stay here, lock the door when I go and don't open it for anyone but me, okay.”

---