Page 161 of Modern Romance Collection December 2024 Books 5-8

He stroked back the way he came. Back up to her knee with a gentle drag of his fingers, up her thigh, until he stroked her. There.

‘Do you want my mouth here?’ he asked, his voice a dark thing. A hot thing that spoke directly to her sex. And it pulsed. Clenched in places she couldn’t name. Couldn’t decipher. But she wanted that. His intimate kiss.

‘Please...’ she breathed. ‘Kiss me. Kiss me now.’

A guttural noise from deep in his chest vibrated in her ears. On her skin. And then his mouth was there again. Kissing her on top of the fabric. His tongue slowly sliding against her intimate folds.

Emma reached for his head and pushed her fingers into the raven silk of his hair and pulled his mouth closer to her core. The faster he moved his tongue, the deeper he licked, the ache inside her sharpened, tightened.

‘Oh... Oh.Oh!’ she gasped, again, and again, as he speared his tongue between her sex, until his lips claimed the pulsing nub at the apex of her sex and sucked.

Faster and faster, until she couldn’t catch her breath. Couldn’t breathe for the sensations rippling through her body. Sensations of unlimited pleasure and relentless passion that he was gifting her.

And the need for more was overwhelming. And it was demanding. Demanding that she chase it. This feeling. This rush.

Her hands moved everywhere. Over his scalp. His shoulders. Pulling him nearer to her.

With his hands on her hips, he held her steady against his mouth. Let her body rock against his mouth.

And then he released her and his hand went between her thighs, pulled aside her panties and claimed her oversensitive nub without the hindrance of the lace. The pleasure was almost unbearable.

She threw her neck back involuntarily.

Two fingers entered her. Stretched her. Until they slipped in to the hilt, and pumped.

‘Oh, my God!’ Tightly, she held on to him, relying on the support of his shoulders. His hand on her hip. She was going to fall. She was—

‘Coming,’ she breathed. ‘I’m—’

A third finger pushed inside her.

‘Oh!’She was full, so full of him. But her body wanted more. It wanted the thick length of him where she ached the most.

‘I want you inside me,’ she admitted.

‘Soon,’ he breathed. ‘I want to pleasure you first.’

Her thoughts became disjointed, disoriented.

‘I want you wet,’ he rasped. ‘I want you ready to take me. All of me inside you,’ he rasped, and his words fired her blood into a hot, raging, needy thing that needed more. More oxygen. More water. More of something that she couldn’t identify. But most of all it needed him.

His fingers curled inside her. Found a place she didn’t know lived inside her and pushed against it. Stroked it. Until all she could feel was pleasure.

Emma fought her release. It felt too big, both in this moment and the journey that she had been on to chase it. She knew that what was coming, what was building inside her, had the ability to break her, to shatter her, to change her completely.

And it was everything he’d promised it would be. A rush. A high she’d never found with anyone but him.

‘Come for me,’ he roared against her skin, her flesh singing for him.

He wanted this.Her. Undone in ways she could never have imagined in her wildest dreams. And she wanted it too. To strip herself of the chains she’d shackled herself with and surrender to it. To what they were. To whoshewas with him. Bold. Sensual. Fearless in his arms.

She truly understood now why she had chosen Dante. For the first time since her accident she was confident that this was where she was meant to be. Where she was always meant to be. In Dante’s arms. In his bed. In this marriage they’d created to suit each other. She was safe to expose all her needs. All her physical wants. Without consequence.

Only then did she let go.

Without fear.

Without inhibition.

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