Page 10 of Amethyst Queen
Chapter 9
He pulled her against his chest as he tangled his hands through her hair. Amalee closed her eyes and leaned into his hard body, inhaling his scent. Every fiber in her body was lit with an electrical current. Her mind was screaming at her to turn and run away – but her heart held her rooted to the spot.
Dante’s fingers trailed down her face and pressed her chin up to look at him. For a moment, all he did was stare into her eyes, before finally leaning down and pressing his lips to hers.
Amalee couldn’t fight any longer. Her lips parted, beckoning him inside. He obliged by swiping his tongue into the moist cavern of her mouth. It was like a dance of desire between them as their tongues tangled with passion. His hands moved from her face down her arms, finally landing on her backside. He pressed her hips against his growing need. Lifting her, he carried them to the bench and sat down. Amalee’s body molded against him as she straddled his legs, the sound of her shoes hitting the pavement echoed through the garden.
Her pussy was needy, burning up and dripping. The sundress she was wearing had risen to her waist, bearing her panties and backside to the air.
She couldn’t stop kissing him, her hand exploring the chiseled muscles hiding beneath his shirt. Flicking the buttons, she pushed the offending fabric open. Her palms grazed his nipples as she moved across the plains of his stomach. Dante’s hands held her ass, grinding her center against his erection.
Amalee somehow got his belt undone and his pants open. Her petite fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his boxers and closed around his girth. Dante groaned, bucking his hips into her hand. He grabbed the edge of his pants and shifted, allowing him to push them down. Amalee continued stroking him as he licked and nibbled at her neck. Dante shoved her panties aside and buried his fingers in her wet core. She was dripping wet with desire, causing his cock to swell even more in her hand.
“I need you,” Amalee whispered against his lips as she lifted on her knees. Gripping the base of his cock, she lowered herself onto his shaft. Dante hissed, the feel of her soft lips sheathing him nearly made him lose his load before they even began.
Pushing the flimsy fabric of her dress over her head, Dante grinned when he saw she wore nothing underneath. Amalee had perfect tits that filled his enormous hands perfectly. Leaning forward, he sucked her erect nipple into his mouth.
She cried out, her moans driving him mad with need. Amalee leaned her head back, her eyes closed lost in passion. Dante watched as she bobbed up and down, riding his dick with fury. His finger found its way to her swollen nub. It was red and needy, begging for his touch. As she rocked against him, driving his dick deeper, Dante pressed against her hot spot. He was close, and he wanted her to come with him. Gripping his shoulders, he felt her spine stiffen. Her cunt sucked him hard, fusing their bodies together. His cock swelled and then erupted as she cried out in pleasure. Breathing hard, she stilled, realizing what they’d just shared.
“Fuck,” He could see the confusion in her eyes as she leaped off his lap, leaving his dick limp and bare.
“Amalee,” He pulled his pants up, leaving them unfastened as he reached out to her, “why are you pulling away from me? What we did just now, proves we have unfinished business. I love you…”
He watched as her face fell and her eyes filled with tears, “This was a mistake.” She pulled her discarded dress on, “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t say that. Jesus Christ, Amalee – talk to me. What are you afraid of?”
“I…” she slipped her shoes on, “Your right, Dante. I do love you… but once you know the truth, you’ll hate me. I’m not ready for that, so please…” she held out her hand, halting him as he stood, “I’ve got to go.”
Dante watched as she ran up the path leading to the castle. His body still tingled from her touch, but his heart was reeling from the pain of seeing her run. He needed to figure out why she was running. Whatever it was made her think he would hate her – and that scared him because hating her would be the death of his soul.
