Page 38 of Obsession & Oath

I barely notice him getting closer, barely registering the tug on my underwear before it falls to my ankles.

Until his nose nudges my hand to one side and…

“Ah!” It’s a strangled, desperate, keening sound that I make as his lips envelope the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of my now throbbing core.

“Merda!”It’s an unholy kind of worship the way his tongue encircles me entirely.

“FUCK!”

As the sucking pressure registers, something within me simplysnaps.

An overflow of heat and pressure charges through me at breakneck speeds as my vision entirely dissipates.

There is nothing but this sensation. Nothing but his lips, his tongue. Nothing but his fingers digging into my hips. I barely feel my own on my breast, in myself.

It’s just simple, unfilteredpleasure.

Like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

Vaguely, I’m aware of movement. That I’m being dressed maybe, that I’m being lifted.

The high of it, the adrenaline slowly dripping out of my spent body, makes things feel infinitely slow. I feel my face nestled against a firm chest, the unmistakable scent of amber. My sleepy eyes register the firm jaw, the dark beard, the tattoos peaking out of his t-shirt.

How long has he been carrying me now?

“Dante?” My voice doesn’t even sound like my own.

His jaw tics, and then suddenly, I’m being deposited.

I’m embraced by an entirely new sensation, sinking into a softness I’ve not experienced in months. Warm sheets, cloud-like pillows, a thick, unused comforter at my feet.

I feel my senses scrambling to return as I gaze up at the figure looming over me.

“As promised, princess,” his expression is unreadable as he steps away. “Get some rest.”

As if he has now conditioned me to obey his every command, I feel my eyelids become heavier.

The last thing I register before sleep consumes me is the fading evening light through the south-facing window.

Chapter11

Dante

“Your guest no longer resides in the dungeon.”

My mother doesn’t bother looking up from the newspaper, yet somehow, her words tear through to the heart of my own silent ruminations.

“Seemed a little like overkill.” I try for nonchalance but am rewarded with a stern look over her reading glasses. “It’s not like she could get past the guards.”

The morning sunlight trickles through the large windows, casting the breakfast table in warm tones that promise yet another beautiful day.

“Does this change in accommodations have anything to do with your dismissal of Miss Roma last night?”

Carmen’s breathless gasps, the tightness of her body coiled like a spring as I licked along her neck.

I shake my head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Evelina narrows her eyes at me. “I will speak plainly, then.”

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