Page 8 of Pain and Pleasure

"We can't keep denying this, Esmeralda. We can't keep putting off the inevitable."

"And what's the inevitable, Dante? Another night of fucking and then days of silence? I'm done with that. There's too much at stake to be immature like that."

His hands grip the rim of the tub, his knuckles whitening. He's so frustrated that his anger is coming off him in waves. Now he finally knows how I've felt.

"You're in my protection, Emmie. Nothing is at stake while you're here under-"

"My life is on the line! I've had a fucking gun held to my head today, Dante! By my own father."

He's silent as I lean back in the tub, the water and suds covering my bare breasts. His eyes are still dark, but they hold concern and another emotion I can't pinpoint.

Is that...empathy?

"I promise you, I will do everything in my power to destroy that monster. I will protect you from him in every way that I can. You have my word, Esmeralda."

I sigh, my eyes holding his.

"And who will protect me from you?"

He doesn't answer, just stares at me wildly, as if he's at war. I get lost in his gaze, not even flinching when he suddenly jerks forward, hands out, and grabs my face as he pulls my mouth against his.

He kisses me wildly, his kisses are unhinged. They are desperate and stinging and everything I've missed, everything I pine for. He kisses me like he's starving, like he's obsessed. He kisses me like he missed me.

I moan into his mouth, my hands grabbing at his neck. My nails scratch his skin and he growls in response, lifting and pulling me from the tub. He sets my naked and soaked body down on his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist. I feel his erection press into my pussy and the contact makes us both moan, the sound is beautiful.

I begin to ride him, my hips and sex greedy for his flesh. This moment right here, is the moment that makes me forget about today's troubles. It wipes every dark thought from my mind and propels me to pleasure, freezing me in time, locking me in this moment with him.

My desire is so strong that my hands go to his chest, ripping his shirt apart as buttons scatter across the floor. His face is both shocked and amused, but lust laces his every feature. He stares at me with dark eyes as I push him down to the floor, undo his belt and fly and sit on top of him.

I free his cock and pump it slowly. He bites his lip and it unleashes the monster inside of me. I lift up slightly, angling his cock at my entrance before sliding down his entire length. I begin to fuck him like a women possessed, the sounds of our flesh meeting and slapping echoes through the bathroom.

"Finalmente."Finally,he groans as I let out a loud moan.

I begin to bounce on him, his thickness filling every empty crook inside of me. It's so overwhelming and full that I grow wetter around him, making him growl darkly in response. My breasts are shaking so much from my movements that his rough hands cup them, his thumbs circling my nipples.

I let out a wild moan and grind my hips against his, crying out when my orgasm rushes to the surface. It is blinding and long, so long that Dante comes inside me at the tail end of it, his shout mixing with mine.

His hands rub up and down my sides as I come down from my high and back to reality. I allow myself to look into his eyes and realize that it was a mistake. Usually, he is already withdrawing at this point, but now he stares back at me with wondrous eyes. His hands are still rubbing up and down my sides, kneading my sore flesh.

It feels so good and right that I immediately get off of him, grabbing a towel from the rack and wrapping it around my exposed flesh. Suddenly, I feel exposed and too intimate with the way he's looking at me. He gets up and reaches for me, but I back away.

He zips his pants and straightens his belt before standing, his hands trying to pull me to him once again. I can't handle it. He's so off and on that I can't keep up. I can't keep playing this game of cat and mouse with him.

"Just let me fucking touch you, Emmie."

He sounds desperate and it makes me wonder what the hell has happened in the last twenty-four hours to make him behave this way. To make him actually...care. It's a fucking facade and not only do I know it, but I refuse to fall for it.

"I need space, Dante. Please. Please, just go."

His eyes go back and forth between mine, searching for something. I can't read this man anymore. He's an enigma.

"We can't keep denying this, Esmeralda. Quit denying us what we want. Quit torturing yourself."

I close my eyes, trying to shut him out. Really, I'd love for him to hold me more than anything, but I won't give in. Not this fast.

"We may want it, but I don't deserve it. I don't deserve the hot and cold, the back and forth with your emotions. The only thing torturing me is you, Dante.You."

He's silent for a while, watching my every move as I leave the bathroom to put on a silk nightgown. I brush my hair in the vanity mirror and he appears behind me in the reflection, his eyes wandering over my body and darkening slightly.

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