Page 49 of Thorns of Silence
I reached around my body to unhook my bra, but he stopped me. “That’s my job.”
A shuddering breath escaped my lungs as my heavy breasts bounced free. He inhaled sharply, his eyes darkening to deep ocean pools. I brought my palms to his chest, feeling his strong and steady heartbeat.
His fingers hooked on the hem of my panties but he paused, and I lifted my eyes to meet his. Something flickered in them, maybe hesitation.
I swallowed. “Is everything okay?”
He watched me for a breath or two. “It’s my first time too.”
My mouth parted in confusion. It couldn’t be; I must have misunderstood him. The way he touched me with expert hands and brought me pleasure when we fooled around spoke of experience.
“I didn’t understand,” I mouthed slowly. “Can you repeat?”
“It’s my first time too,” he repeated.
“Oh.” He waited, seeming to struggle with what to do. “Should we watch a video on how to do it?”
His chest vibrated with laughter and that familiar wolfish look was back in his eyes. “I didn’t say I don’t know what it takes. I’ve had plenty of coaching. I just didn’t want to do it with the women who worked for my father.”
I nodded. From everything I’d heard, his father was a cruel bastard. Maybe it was good that my own papà was an absent one.
“Well, as long as you know where to put that,” I mouthed pointedly, staring at his bulging erection.
He hoisted me up, his stomach pressed between my legs. I whimpered against his mouth as his hands gripped my ass. I dug my fingers into the back of his neck, aching with need and groaning under my breath.
My stomach tightened as he laid me onto the mattress. I stared up at him, gaze heavy, as he grabbed hold of my panties and ripped them away, the fabric stretching and tearing off my body.
I was left bare and naked, the subject of his full attention.
Dante was such an enigma, always leaving me to wonder what he was thinking. If there was one thing I could clearly see on his face though, it was his obsession, his fixation on me.
“What are you thinking about?” he mouthed slowly. “If you want me to stop, just tell me.”
Him stopping was the last thing I wanted. “I need you to touch me.”
He caught my ankle and pulled me closer, then he opened my legs and bent his head. Heat rose to my neck, cheeks, and ears as he took a long, savoring lick, tasting me. My hips bucked at the sensation while his eyes peered up at me, watching me with gleaming eyes.
My stomach somersaulted as he flipped me over, knocking the air out of me as he hauled me up on my knees. My chest pumped with shallow breaths as he caught me from behind, wrapping an arm around my waist and picking me up.
My head fell back against his shoulder, his muscled chest hot against my back. His rough hands were all over my skin, leaving marks as he touched every inch of me. Everything about him turned me on and he knew it.
This was our little world where only the two of us existed and nobody else mattered. The cool air brushed against my nipples, his hands kneading my breasts.
I gasped, my eyes fluttering shut at the pleasure zipping through me. Then his teeth sunk into my neck and I cried out, pain and pleasure mixing as my hips rolled, wanting him inside me. The heat of his mouth and his touch made my skin buzz with anticipation. He left my skin hypersensitive, desperate for more, my heart speeding out of my body like a roller coaster.
I reached behind me and touched his face, turning mine so I could offer him my mouth. He gripped my hair, yanking my head back and capturing my mouth for a passionate kiss. He bit my bottom lip, then brushed his tongue along where it stung. He moved it against mine, testing, exploring, and licking. His breaths came out harsh, like he was holding back.
I couldn’t breathe. Every cell in my body sang to his tune. He pushed my knees wider, gripped my hips, and yanked me back to him, the hard flesh of his cock pressing into me. A moan escaped me, and my inner thighs dripped with my arousal.
I watched him grab his hard, thick length, pushing the crown of it at my entrance.
A moan escaped me, and before he did anything, his eyes locked with mine. At my nod, he buried himself deep inside me, sending pain and pleasure through me, so strong that my knees quaked.
I whimpered, going rigid at the intrusion for a moment while a wave of pleasure zipped through the rest of my body, making everything tingle and buzz.
I felt his labored breaths against my back. He waited, letting me adjust to his size. I wiggled my ass against him, signaling I was ready, and he gave in to it. His fingers dug into my hips as he started pumping, hard and fast.
My hands clutched the white sheets, trying to remain on my knees, my body pushing forward as he thrust into me hard and fast, hitting my G-spot. This man didn’t do gentle, but his sheer brutality and ruthlessness was what I craved.
