Page 59 of Obsession & Oath

Dante relaxes instantly, a small smile tugging at his lips as he presses his forehead into mine. “I’ll teach you.”

“I just…” my thoughts scatter as his hand caresses my face again, and I have to scramble to pull them together again. “I want to be good for you.”

There’s a sharp intake of breath before his lips push heavily into mine. Gone is the gentleness. This kiss is urgent, demanding. Breathtaking.

“You are good for me,” he whispers against my lips. “You are so good for me. There is nothing else I want. You have no idea how much you affect me just likethis.”

I let out a short gasp as his crotch pins me against the wall, revealing just how true his statement is.

“You are perfect.”

I should be embarrassed by how much the press of his hardened cock turns me on. Especially as I instinctively rut against the firmness, desperate for some friction of my own.

Dante hisses his protest, though the only heat is from his own echoing desire.

“Although, if you keep doing that, I won’t be able to hold myself back,” he breathes in my ear, maneuvering himself so that his thigh now presses between my legs. “And I have every intention of taking all the time in the world.”

His thigh presses in harder as if granting me permission to resume my previous activities.

This time, it’s my turn to hiss as I’m finally able to chase that glorious friction for myself.

“That’s it. You’re doing so well.”

His praise only makes me rut faster. Dante’s mouth reclaims mine with almost lazy endurance, a perfect compliment to my near-frantic chasing of my pleasure against his thigh. He’s humming his approval against my lips when a soft whine escapes me.

I barely notice when his hands deftly unfasten my corset—only gaining awareness as the air begins to fill my lungs without constraint. It’s greatly needed as I’m fairly certain breathing has become dangerously far down on my list of current needs.

“Look at you,” Dante whispers as his hands graze across my chest. “You’re so beautiful like this. I want to show you every possible pleasure your body is capable of.”

Lips suddenly trail down my exposed neck. Further and further until…

“Fuck!”

Dante takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking slightly as his tongue flicks over the sensitive peak, worshipping it to overstimulation. Nothing else registers, not even my frantic thrusting against him.

As I think I might have to push him away to save myself from the puretormentof his tongue, he pulls back, a smug grin on his face.

“I want to be your firsteverything.I want to claim every part of you. I want to draw every pleasure out myself.”

Never before have I truly understood the appeal of “purity” until this moment. Until my own body sings to this obscene, possessive statement.

Because fuck. I want that, too. I want Dante’s mouth on every part of my skin. I want him to brand me, to stake his ownership on every single part of me. I don’t want to think of anyone else but him.

“I want you,” the words escape my mouth with pathetic reverence. Not nearly as poetic as he had been, finding myself simplyincapableof more coherent thought.

Regardless, my words affect Dante instantly. One second, he’s pressing me into the wall, the next, he’s hoisting me up, and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist.

He carries me a few paces backward toward the bed, never once removing his lips from mine. Ravenous and starved, I match every lash of his tongue with my own.

He lowers me to the mattress, and I desperately try to cling to him, but he holds me there as he pulls away.

For an appalling moment, we’re separated. The noise I make is needy and loud, and I’m aware my hands are reaching out to grasp onto him.

Dante chuckles softly. “So impatient.”

Annoyed, I sit up on my forearms, only for my mouth to go dry at the sight of Dante removing his clothes.

It’s not like I haven’t seen partially bare before. Those arms of his have always been positivelylethal,and it took me a long time to recover from seeing the man in swim shorts.

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