Page 98 of The Devil's Pawn

“I’m not against you objectifying me,” he growls hoarsely, the desire evident in his tone as he repeats the same words from the night we met.

My hand tangles with the soft, wet strands of his hair.

“Dante,” I rasp with a desperate cry, needing him, missing him.

I’m craving that connection between us, wanting it to ground me, to make me forget everything else but us.

The water falls from the tips of his hair, seeping in between my breasts, and the chill hardens my nipples.

“We shouldn’t,” he mutters gruffly.

But his hands don’t accept the denial spilling from his mouth as they find my ass, squeezing and massaging, while the fingers of his other hand grip my hip possessively.

“We should,” I retort, arching myself further into his touch. “I’m fine. Stop denying what we both want.”

He lets out a deep-chested growl as his lips run up my throat, his teeth nipping and raking over my jaw like he wants inside everywhere.

His heavy-lidded gaze flashes to mine. “What did the doctor say yesterday?”

I suck in a breath as he glides the hand on my hip lower, his fingers gathering up my dress and teasing the edge of my panties.

“Sorry,” I gasp. “But I didn’t ask him whether I was allowed to fuck my husband.”

“You should’ve.” His index finger hooks into the lace, sliding it left. “Your husbandreallyneeds to know these things.”

“Tell him it doesn’t matter what the doctor says,” I moan, grasping his hand and pressing it into my wet center. “It only matters what I want. And I want you, Dante. Now. Right here.”

I push his touch further into my core, and he swears through gritted teeth.

“We can be careful,” I breathe.

His finger finally dips in between the lips of my pussy while his eyes look up to mine as he reaches my achy clit, rubbing it with slow, agonizing circles.

“I’ve missed you,” I confess on a gasping sigh. “I need this.”

He steels his jaw while his other hand rides up my spine until his palm is around the base of my neck, gripping it like a tight vise. “So do I, baby. I need you bad.”

Then his lips slam to mine, his hungry groans pervading through the silence and latching on to my ravenous moans.

His hands go to my hips, and our mouths refuse to part as he walks us up against the wall. My nails claw up and down his back as he lifts the dress up with a fist, all the way to my stomach, the towel still somehow covering him. He’s careful to avoid where I’ve been hurt as he buries his hand in my hair while he kisses me roughly, urgently, like he never wants this to end.

My core tightens, needing him to fill the emptiness. I’m hollow everywhere, wanting his love and the passion between us to quench my dying thirst.

He places a hand right where I’m aching for him, moving my panties to the side again. Two fingers slowly slip into my most intimate place. Inch by inch, he enters me, stealing my gasps with his lips. His fingers curl into my G-spot, his thrusts matching the tempo of his tongue in my mouth as he slams into me harshly. My orgasm builds as my whimpers tremble out, and he sucks my lower lip, groaning in the most delicious way while curving his fingers deeper.

This feels too good. It’s all I want. This undying desire when we’re together, reaching the point of madness.

“Fuck, you’re so damn tight,” he growls, biting and sucking along my jaw before falling back to my lips, his tongue fighting its way inside.

He fingers me with a barbaric tempo as I cry out unashamedly. His teeth nip my lower lip before his mouth is back on mine. The savagery of his kiss has me delirious.

I’m close, teetering on a tightrope, ready to fall. To surrender.

His thumb brushes harder over me, and before I can come, he stops. He kneels, those eyes looking up at me as I cry in protest from being denied…until his tongue finds my core and two fingers slide back inside me. And when the tip of his tongue flicks around my clit this time, I crash wildly into the eye of the storm, and I welcome its fury.

“Yes! Oh, God, Dante.” His name is a stammered breath.

My hand buries in his hair as I pull while the release hits me with its full force.

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