Page 115 of A Dagger in the Ivy

He is still kissing me when one of his hands travels down my back, and the other wraps around my throat, lingering there. I don’t expect itto excite me as much as it does. He pulls back enough to look at me with heavily lidded eyes. The shock of grey in the dimly lit room is hypnotic.

“If you want me to stop, you need to tell me now.”

I can barely control my breathing. “If you stop now, I’ll fucking drive my dagger through your heart.”

He smirks, his eyes set on my lips. “That mouth.”

He kisses me again, this time more frantically, and I almost stumble as he drags us toward his bedroom, his hand still tight on my throat.

My head spins as we move, and all I can think is that I want more, need more. My hands run over his shoulders, his chest, grasping and pulling at his clothes. The backs of my legs collide with a solid object, which I quickly realize is the frame of his bed.

He releases my neck to grab the hem of my blouse. In one quick move, he pulls it over my head and discards it. Exposed to the sudden air, my nipples harden against the silk of my chemise, and I swear I hear a low growl deep in Dante’s throat.

In the next second, he rids himself of his tunic, and I can’t stop myself from touching his chest. My fingers brush over his wound, now merely a scar. I trail my hand between his pecs. The muscle there is firm and supple. A patch of hair at the center tickles my fingers.

His palms glide from my shoulders, down to the peaks of my breasts, and when his thumbs graze my stiffened nipples, I arch my back, immediately needing more.

But his touch abandons my breasts to slide down to my trousers and underwear. He worms his fingers into the waistband and pulls them down my legs. I step out of them and stand before him in nothing but my chemise, which is barely long enough to reach my hips. Though I have to look up at him, we’re face to face. And the moment I feel his hand on my thigh, I shiver. He moves slowly, following the line of lace at the hem of the material. His knuckles brush against the sensitive spot between my legs, and I let out a soft gasp. He captures the sound with a kiss.

My pulse quickens, and I lean into his hand. This brings a grin to Dante’s face.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to touch you?”

My head swims, and my knees are weak. “Do it, then.”

His hand turns, and he slips a finger between my thighs, gliding upward until it slithers along my opening, causing me to let out a small moan.

I place my hands on his biceps to steady myself; otherwise, I fear I might melt. His finger moves up and down between my folds in a teasing motion, until slipping up to my clit and circling it.

I whimper. I swear I’m melting. I’ve caught fire, the most delicious fire imaginable, and I’m melting.

“Gods, you’re so wet.” He dips his head and drinks in my kisses.

I roll my hips, hungry for more. He circles my clit three more times before gliding lower, and then he slides his finger inside me. My hands clench his arms, my nails digging into his flesh, and he pulls his mouth away from mine.

“Dante,” I beg.

He glides his finger almost all the way out, only to push it in deeper.

“You’re so beautiful.” His thumb rubs my clit, the pressure electrifying. “I need to see you cum.”

I pull at him in desperation as he slides his finger in and out of my throbbing pussy. Another finger joins in the rhythm, and my body is no longer under my control. The sound of my slick wetness makes me even hungrier for his touch. My hips thrust to match his tempo, and Dante growls again.

My lids threaten to fall closed, but I fight to keep them open, to hold his gaze as he watches me ride his fingers.

My hands move upward, my fingers getting tangled in his hair as his digits curl and he picks up the pace.

“Let go, Celeste,” he whispers as my heart beats out of control. “Cum for me.”

My moans fill the room, and Dante’s free hand holds my ass, pulling me closer. My head falls back as this dance reaches a crescendo, and then I snap and fall over the edge, my body vibrating with the hum of euphoria.

“Even more beautiful than I imagined,” he says.

I open my eyes to watch Dante as he slips his fingers out of me and brings them to his mouth. They are slick with my cum, and he doesn’t hesitate to wrap his lips around them and suck on them.

“You taste like honey.” He smiles. “And I’m starving for honey.”

I’m still pulsating from my orgasm as he eases me back on the bed. Hovering over me, his face is etched with desire as he pulls my chemise up and off, exposing my naked body. He pauses, taking in my form, and then gently cups one of my breasts. His head lowers to the other, where he swirls my nipple with his tongue. I feel it tugged by his teeth and release a gasp.

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