Page 116 of A Dagger in the Ivy

He chuckles lowly before he moves down my body, leaving a trail of kisses before he reaches my pussy. His mouth dips forward, and his tongue laps along my opening, still soaked with pleasure. His breath on my clit relights the fire inside me.

“Tell me, Highness. Have you dreamed about me fucking you?”

Before I can answer, his thumb pushes in a lazy circle around myclit. His tongue glides along my opening once more before asking again.

“Did you dream of this? Did you imagine it when you were touching yourself on your balcony? I know you knew I was watching.”

His breath is hot and inviting on my core. I don’t know if I can wait any longer.

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“Yes, Dante. I dreamed it.”

“Tell me exactly.”

“I dreamed of you fucking me. I wanted you. I want you now.”

His growl against my pussy is enough to send me over the edge again. His tongue dives into my wetness, relentlessly exploring, in and out and around, each throb of my core matching the hammering of my heart. My back arches, and Dante’s hands wrap around my thighs, bringing me closer to his mouth. His tongue pushes in deeper as his thumb increases its dance on my clit, and I cry out, my fingers trapped in his hair. When his tongue slides up and he sucks on my clit, I break. My second orgasm comes in waves, leaving me buckling. Every part of my body is tingling, and part of me wonders if this isn’t the result of another power sirens possess.

My eyes are closed, and I can’t find the strength yet to open them, but I feel the bed dip, and Dante’s weight presses into me. When my lids finally cooperate, I find him staring at me.

“Gods.” His eyes dart over my face. “I can’t get enough of you.”

His lips crash into mine, and I can taste myself on his tongue. He trails his fingers over my body, drawing feather-light patterns along my stomach, my breasts, my neck. It isn’t until I feel the pulse of hard flesh against my thigh that I realize he’s completely undressed. The thought of him lying naked beside me, with his cock hard and seeking me out, sparks the flame once again.

How is it possible?

How have I become so insatiable?

I want him.

I need him.

Iwouldbegjust to feel him inside me.

“Dante.” I reach between us, my hand finding his cock and my fingers curling around it. My eyes widen at the feel of his size. He lets out a low sigh at my touch, and his body moves against me. His eyes flutter closed momentarily, but when they open again, there is an unmistakable hunger burning inside them.

“I feel like I’ll die if I can’t have you.” He shifts so he’s above me.

“Have me.” I place my hands on his hips, positioning him. “Have me hard.”

His eyes darken, and he slips a hand around my thigh to bring my leg up to meet his hip. I arch my back, releasing a moan when the stiffened tips of my breasts find the warmth of his chest. He shifts, and I can feel the hard length of his cock just below my stomach.

Gods, I want him.

He hesitates, searching my face as a question looms behind his gaze.

“What is it?” My voice is breathy, urgent.

“There’s no turning back after this. I don’t want you to despise me tomorrow.”

I reach between us and glide my hand around his cock. “I’ll only despise you if you stop.”

The vibration of his moan caresses my skin, and desire floods me, slickening my core. He rocks back, and his length slides along my clit as he positions himself at my entrance. I gasp as he slowly pushes himself into me. Every inch makes my head spin, and it isn’t until he is completely filling me that I’m able to catch my breath.

The veins in his neck pulse as he looks down at me. He hasn’t moved yet, as if relishing the first meeting of our pleasure points, as if committing this moment to memory. I trace my nails along his ribs, and his eyes flutter shut.

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