Page 29 of Beneath the Sapphire Sky

“You were right,” she managed.

“About?”

She opened her eyes to see him watching her carefully. Her heart wanted to explode at the care and concern on his face. She knew how difficult this would have to be, holding back, keeping still. That he forced compliance on his own body, when it must be screaming at him to go for it, flooded her in a warmth so complete that she didn’t want to move, ever.

“You don’t feel anything like a vibrator.”

Dante’s face fell apart in a massive laugh. His shoulders shook and he hung his head, his face to her shoulder. “Bloody hell, B. You’re gonna kill me, I’m sure of it.”

She needed to move. She loved how he felt on top of her, but something in her demanded movement. She shifted her legs to get more comfortable, the odd feeling making her twitchy.

Dante gasped. “You’re making it hard to keep still, brat.”

Belle slid her hands down his back, watching changing expressions ripple over his face as her hands moved lower. She gripped his ass and pulled.

“Stop talking already.”

Dante bucked and groaned, then started to rock, so very slow, so slightly. Extreme concentration furrowed his brow. “Yes, ma’am.”

He dropped his mouth to her neck. Shivers ricocheted from the contact. The pressure of fullness started to ease a little with his small movements. She skimmed her hands lightly over his skin and up his back to his shoulders. He moaned into her shoulder and nipped, then licked the spot.

Belle ran her mouth over his jaw. “I’m not going to break. Make love to me like you would anyone else.”

He licked up to her ear and tugged on the lobe. “Youaren’tanyone else, and I refuse to treat you like you are.” Open-mouthed kisses moved their way down her neck to her shoulder.

She needed…something. She needed him moving, not worrying about hurting her. She bent her knee to rub his hip and thigh. His gentle rocking strengthened. Just a little, but noticeably.

Yes.

“Kiss me.”

He lifted his head from the sensitive skin above her breast and brushed his mouth over hers. She opened hers to him. He cupped her head and leaned more of his weight into her, seeming to forget his earlier words to take it easy.

The initial, slight sting when he’d entered her had already faded to a dull throb, one that was fast turning into a demanding ache.

“More,” she murmured against his lips. She arched under him, the ache becoming unbearable. He faltered and jerked in his rhythm.

She grinned against his mouth.Thatwas how she would get him doing what she wanted.

She grabbed his ass and did it again and bucked beneath him. Her breath caught at the odd sensation. Dante gasped and his weight shifted. His tongue dipped into her mouth, his kiss demanding and deep. Belle slid one hand into his hair and held him there, the other plastered to his ass, pulling as he rocked harder.

Time stalled. Belle brought her knees up, wrapped her legs around his hips, and pressed her heels into his ass.

“Fuck, yes!” he growled.

Dante rolled her. She squeaked and laughed as she landed on her back again near the edge of the bed. He leaned all his weight onto one arm, the other grabbing her ass and pulling hard. His head dropped to her shoulder as his body took over any good intentions.

“Belle.”

His moan rumbled into her skin. He let go of her leg and slid his hand between them, finding that sweet nub of nerves.

She cried out and moved with him as his strokes deepened, matching his rhythm. It was almost too much. Heat flooded her. She gasped in air, trying to get enough.

She grabbed at his shoulders, desperate for an anchor. Muscles stretched and contracted beneath her hands. He slammed into her, owning her. His fingers were relentless, knowing exactly what to do to her.

Heat flooded her veins from beneath his hand, spreading like liquid fire through every nerve and synapse, drowning her.

She bucked beneath him, unable to control her body as indescribable ecstasy swamped her.

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