Page 25 of The Fated and the Damned
Fuck. What was this magical bliss? This heady torture? I felt myself coming apart, panting as I writhed against his mouth, moaning as his tongue flicked over the most sensitive spot. Pain shot up my ass and back from the desk jutting into me, and I grunted.
Dante stopped, eyeing me from between my thighs, and I whimpered, shoving myself into his face. He smiled, his mouth slick from me. “My good girl. You taste so fucking good. I want to taste your release.”
I shivered, trying to squeeze my legs together to ease the mounting ache, but he lowered my legs and spread them even wider, kneeling before me. His finger pushed inside me quickly and then withdrew, his hands flying up to cup my cheeks, squeezing momentarily before he began licking again.
A groan escaped me, loud and desperate, and that wet finger of his slid between my ass, circling. I cried out, bucking into him, feeling so much pleasure riding that wave that my legs began quivering, the pleasure so deep I burned the table where I gripped it.
Dante laughed and, before I could take a minute to recover, he grabbed me, spinning me around and shoving me over the desk. He lined himself up behind me, thrusting in so hard, so deep, I cried out, panting. He kicked my legs apart so I was spread eagled and bared, unable to move as he pounded.
His cock filled me up, every sensitive nerve set on fire as he took me savagely, desperately, as though the world might end tomorrow and he needed every inch of me. I moaned, pressing back into him, my eyes nearly rolling back into my head. That finger of his found my ass once more, and I writhed so much he fisted my hair at the back of my scalp. He pulled me so taut my back arched, allowing him to hit a new angle in my body that had me screaming.
“You are mine, Kitarni Bárány,” he growled from above me. “Say that you’re mine.”
I licked my lips, feeling the wave of pleasure readying to crash out of me. “Yes. I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”
A deep rumble escaped his lips, and he sucked in a breath. “Finish with me, Freckles.”
Gods, yes. He didn’t have to tell me twice. I moaned as he quickened, thrusting harder, faster, so brutal that my release flooded my body as I clenched around him. We came together until I dropped, panting over the table, Dante resting his temple against my back.
We stayed that way for a minute until our breathing harmonised and my heart stopped racing like a beating drum. He scooped up my tattered nightdress from the ground and knelt before me, using it to clean me up with the gentlest of touches.
Honestly, I was still finding it hard to fathom what had just happened and where this sex demon had sprung from. We’d been intimate before but this? If this was the real Dante unleashed, then I was all fucking for it. I knew the charming lord before me was without mercy on the battlefield, and I more than liked the dark side of him in the bedroom too.
Or the temple antechamber, so it happened.
When Dante finished tidying me up, I finally looked around the room, wincing at the mess we’d made. It looked like a storm had roared through the chamber, breaking numerous items and overturning just about everything we’d touched.
I raised a brow. “Next time we decide to have angry sex, let’s try not to destroy everything we touch, okay?”
“And ruin all the fun?” He snorted, tugging me to the ground and into his arms. Beads of sweat ran down his neck and chest and I stared at them, mesmerised with the paths they tracked over every plane and ridge of muscle.
A small smile crept over my lips as I admitted, “I suppose there’s something exciting about being so reckless.”
“Naughty little hellcat,” he reprimanded, shifting me so we could lie down beside each other.
He traced idle circles over my hips, then up my stomach, landing over the scar on my chest. My skin tingled as he pressed his lips to it, then took me by the back of my neck and kissed me deeply. Slow, sensuous, and without the urgency of before.
When he pulled back, he stared into my eyes seriously. “I know it will take time to restore what we had, but I meant what I said, Freckles. From today until my last, I will earn back your trust. I will earn my place by your side and, together, we will stop Sylvie.”
I sighed. He was right, of course. Our history wouldn’t just go away, but it felt so good being with him again and finding this small peace. I wanted to stay in the moment forever. Forget our problems, forget the war and the rest of the world. But such dreams were not to be. “It won’t be long until she attacks. There’s so much to do here, so much to prepare. I fear for my people.”
“Our people,” he corrected, tucking my hair back from my face. “Your problems are my own, as are those of the witches here. We’ll get through this Kitarni. I have connections too. The táltosok are few and far between, but there are more clans across the Kingdom. I have already asked for aid.”
I nodded. “We’ll need all the help we can get, but at least with Caitlin gone, we can restore order to the village. Any willing witch will resume training tomorrow, under Erika and Lukasz’s guidance, and with Mama and Eszter’s assistance in leading, I’ll be able to focus on the next task.”
“The crown. Your bargain with Death.” He frowned, pinning me under his scrutinising gaze. “Tell me you aren’t planning something that’s going to set a demon on our asses?”
I bit my lip. “I might have decided to use the crown’s power before giving it back to him.”
He straightened. “Kitarni, it isn’t wise to anger the horseman, nor any other being from the Under World for that matter. When Death finds out you kept it from him, he’ll have your neck.”
“I’m not afraid of him,” I scoffed. “We have a mutual respect. Besides, he’s busy playing house with Fate. Now that his prized pony is back in the stable, I’m sure he’ll be otherwise occupied for a while.”
“I wouldn’t count on it,” Dante grumbled. “Just what do you mean to do with the crown anyway?”
I frowned. “I’m not certain yet. Death said his ring gives him the power to rule, but I’m betting the crown is even stronger, given its significance. I suspect he’d intended it for Fate, to rule by his side.”
“And Sylvie stole it before she was executed, knowing whoever held it would have magic strong enough to conquer a kingdom—to conquer the world.”
