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I clench my jaw, my chest rising and falling too fast.“I haven’t—”

“Yes, you have,” she hisses.“You hold me close when people are watching, but the second we’re alone, you shut me out.You act like I’m nothing, and then you act like I’m yours.Which is it, Dexter?”

My pulse pounds.My vision tunnels.A charged silence fills the air between us.“You think I don’t want you?”My voice is hoarse, uneven.

She stills, her breath catching.“I think you don’t know what you want,” she fires back.

My last thread of restraint snaps.It’s been hell, trying to not think of her.Days and nights of tensions, unspoken words, pushing and pulling until neither of us knows what’s right and what’s wrong.What we can do and what we mustn’t.

I can’t take it anymore.I grab her face, my fingers tangling in her hair, backing her up against the nearest wall.She meets me with fire, her hands shoving at my chest before fisting my shirt, dragging me closer instead of pushing me away.Her nails dig into my arm, as my body presses flush against hers.

She pants, mouth open, tilting her chin up, I can’t help but crush my mouth to hers.She gasps, but I don’t give her a chance to argue, to resist, to do anything but feel this the way I do.

This is everything.Heat colliding with frustration, possession taking over.I’m on her, kissing and ravaging, taking what’s already mine, and she matches my fervor.Her hands work my jacket off my shoulders.She can’t quite pull it down, so I do it for her.Then she works the buttons of my shirt, and I try to figure out how to get her out of her dress.I need her naked, I need to feel her, because this is all I’ve dreamed about.Touching her, tasting her, fucking her.

My hunger unleashes in a torrent of heat and I drop fevered kisses along her jaw and neck, along her shoulders.I kiss and nip, and drag my mouth across her skin.She moans, low and gentle, and when my hand palms her breast, a guttural groan falls from her lips.

I can’t be gentle.Not tonight.I’ve been starving for her.I’m a desperate man, who needs urgent release.

“You want to know what I want?”I murmur lifting my face, dragging my hands down the curves of her body.“I want you … all of you.”I frantically search for the zipper, grow frustrated when I can’t find it.

“It’s at the back,” she murmurs.I turn her around, and see the hidden culprit at base of her neck.I try to drag it down, but the fucker is stuck, and my patience has gone.

“Jeez,” I mutter, then I just bunch up her dress.It’s easy to bunch up because of the huge slit on one side.I lift it as high as I can, just above her lower back.

“Better,” I rasp, pulling her back against me, needing to feel her naked against me.My hands run over her body.She’s wearing the tiniest thong, and the sight of her beautifully rounded bottom, naked save for a wisp of string, elicits a grunt from me.

I need to fuck her.Now.

My hands run all over, then in front, like a horny dimpled teenager who’s never seen a half-naked woman before.I touch and explore whatever I can of her.Her nipples are peaked and perfect, but still covered by the dress.

Fuck.I try something else.Dipping my hands to her front, I claim her pussy and discover her swollen, wet lips.My fingers sink in and she arches against me, sighing with contentment.I dip in a finger, then another, my cock hardening even more.She’s drenched, and ready.And I want her.

My tongue moistens in preparation, and I almost drop to my knees, wanting to taste her, to push her legs wide apart and feast on her.But she arches against me again, her back to my chest, pushing her soft, silky buttocks against my cock.

I lose it.

“Face down on the bed, Daniela.I need to fuck you.”

There’s no hesitation.She climbs on the bed eagerly gets on all fours, face down, bottom up.A beautiful sight that makes me salivate.Makes my cock strain against my pants.Her silk dress falls over one side, and I stare temptation in the face, barely able to hold back.

Chapter 31

DANI

I need Dexter inside me.

So when he orders me to get on the bed, face down, I obey.Then I wait with bated breath, a hot, aching pull between my thighs.

“Ready for me, Gatinha?”His gravelly voice reaches deep inside me.I brace myself, face down on the bed, goosebumps prickling all over my skin as he massages the small of my back.I lean down on my elbows, quiver with shock when he runs his hand over my behind, his fingers slowly lingering over my flesh.

Then I feel it.The hot, wet tip of his cock against my silkiness.

“Meu Deus,” I gasp.

His face is close to my ear.

“May I?”His lips brush my ear, his hot breath kissing my cheek.I pant with want.“May you, what?”I whisper, trying to hold it together.As desperate as I am for him, I’m not sure if this is one of his little tricks.To test me.To see if I’ll give in first.

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