Page 13 of The Hitman's Forbidden Obsession

A thrill shoots through me. Then his mouth is on mine again, kissing me like I’m his lifeline. Like he needs me. Like he’s just as addicted as he claims.

His tongue is still flavored with me, and that realization has heat coiling in my stomach.

I’m the one who deepens the kiss. My legs part, wrapping around his waist, and the motion makes me gasp, because his erection is hard and thick and pressed right against the most sensitive part of me.

But he’s still wearing far too many clothes. So I begin unbuttoning his shirt. I fumble a little, and his hand comes up to cover mine, helping me. He shrugs the shirt off, and then it’s just skin and muscle and heat and strength.

He’s all smooth lines and hard planes, the cut of his muscles clearly defined, and I can’t help staring. My hand runs down his chest, exploring. His breath hitches, and I glance up. He’s watching me, jaw clenched, eyes dark with hunger.

The bulge in his pants is impossible to miss, and suddenly, I can’t focus on anything but that. I’m nervous and excited and scared and desperate all at once.

“Can I...” I bite my lip, glancing up at him. “Can I touch you, Dante?”

His nostrils flare, his jaw ticking. But he nods.

My hand drifts lower, fingers shaking a little as I undo the button on his pants. When the zipper is down, he shifts a little, helping me pull the pants down his hips and over his thighs. He kicks them away, and then his cock is jutting up, thick and heavy and bigger than I expected.

I’m frozen for a second, just staring at it, wondering how that is supposed to fit.

Dante must read the nervousness on my face, because his lips quirk, and then his hand is threading through my hair, cradling the back of my head.

“Relax,” he murmurs, dipping his head to kiss the side of my neck. “I’m going to take good care of you, angel. I promise it will feel so good.”

And somehow, the tension does drain away. Because I trust him.

I reach out, wrapping my hand around his length. He lets out a low groan, and the sound is like fuel to the fire in my belly. I run my palm over him, feeling the soft skin and the throbbing heat, and it makes me ache between my thighs.

He kisses a path over my collarbone, down to my breast, taking my nipple into his mouth. I let out a startled moan, and he bites down, making a bolt of heat shoot straight between my legs. His tongue soothes the sting, and then his teeth are scraping over the sensitive peak, and I can’t stop touching him.

I stroke him up and down, my thumb running over the swollen head, spreading the drops of liquid that have gathered there.

“Fuck, Avery,” he groans against my skin, thrusting into my hand. “You keep that up and this is going to be over before it starts.”

Then his hand is wrapped around my wrist, gently tugging my hand away.

I’m not disappointed for long. He positions himself between my thighs, the head of his cock nudging gently against my soaked pussy lips.

“I’m going to make you mine now, angel. I’m going to pop your sweet cherry and then I’m going to flood your womb with my cum. Because once I’ve had you, I’m never, ever letting you go. I can’t.”

A shiver rolls down my spine. His eyes are dark and intense, his expression fierce, and I know he means every word.

His words should scare me. It’s too much, too soon. But it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

“Please,” I whisper. “Please, Dante.”

And then he’s kissing me again, slow and deep and so tender it makes my chest ache. His hips move, and the head of his cock is right there, pushing slowly inside. I tense automatically, and he kisses me harder, deeper, until I relax.

“I’ll never hurt you, Avery,” he says against my lips.

“I know,” I tell him.

He groans and his hips move forward, pushing the thick, blunt head inside. It’s tight and a little uncomfortable, and then there’s a sharp pinch.

“Relax,” he growls.

And I do, sinking back into the pillows, giving myself over to him completely.

He slides in another inch, his breath coming harder.

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