Page 63 of Slay Me

Everything I’ve ever wanted.

Everything I’ve ever needed.

Has been right here all along.

And I no longer care if taking it kills me.

The kiss is fire. Torment. Delicious fucking poison that seeps into my bones and alters the way I see the world.

I grip his arms, my fingers kneading the muscles of his biceps as he pulls me toward the edge of the counter and presses me against his hard dick. I moan and wrap both legs around his ass to pull him closer.

Dante lifts me, and I wrap both arms around his neck. The mattress is plush beneath me as Dante positions himself between my legs, never breaking the kiss. His mouth continues to claim mine. Bruising, feverish, his tongue plunges into my mouth, possessing me as his hands slip up my thigh and beneath his shirt.

And it’s still not enough.

Gripping his biceps, I roll him over onto his back and climb on top of him. I move my hands up, gripping his hair as his hands slide back up and grip my hips. I grind against him, the barrier of my panties too damn much.

Dante flips me over and onto my back and presses up between my legs. I moan, friction burning me from the inside. I want more. All of it. All of him. And if it’s wrong? I don’t fucking care.

His large hand encases both of my wrists, and he yanks them up, pinning them above my head as he trails his lips down my neck. He presses kisses to my collarbone, shoves the shirt up with his spare hand, and captures my nipple in his mouth.

I hiss, arching up into the warm, wet heat. “More,” I whisper. “Please, more.”

He gently nips the bud then uses his free hand to tease the other one. Waves of pleasure shoot through my body until I’m sure I can’t take anymore. Then, he’s gone. And I’m cold.

I sit up, breathing ragged, as I track his movements. He crosses the room and withdraws a silk tie before turning back. My heart stumbles within my chest, my stomach churning with excitement.

His broad chest on full display in the dim light cast from the bathroom. He’s a damned sight to behold. Eye candy at its finest. And I’m ready to have my fill.

“Seems only fair since you tied me up,” he says as he crosses back toward the bed.

“We should even the playing field,” I reply. Letting him tie me up isnotsmart. That much I know, and yet I’m offering him both of my wrists as he kneels on the bed. He wraps the soft silk around them and tightens it. Then he stretches my arms up over my head and secures them to the bedframe.

I’m completely helpless.

At his mercy.

My heart hammers, my blood pumping. And when his hands grip the neck of the shirt I wear and he shreds the fabric, revealing my body, the danger I’m in no longer matters.

Because he’s looking at me like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever seen. And I ambeyond readyto be devoured.

“So fucking gorgeous,” Dante growls as his lips go to the flesh between my breasts. He trails kisses down, traveling farther and farther down my body until he reaches where I ache for him.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been thinking about your sweet pussy?” he questions as he runs his tongue over the inside of my thigh. “How many nights I pumped my cock while I imagined the taste of you?”

“How many?” I ask, already breathless.

“Too fucking many to count,” he replies. “And when you let me taste you—” He closes his eyes and growls low and deep. “It undid me. You undo me, Liv.” He slides his large hands up my body and covers my breasts, his thumbs scraping deliciously over my hardened nipples. Pleasure shoots through my body.

Then he smiles.

I swallow hard, holding his gaze as he slowly sticks his tongue out and runs it over my clit. “Oh, shit!” I arch up, pulling at the tie so I can reach him and feel his hair between my fingers. So I can pin him against me. So I can keep him from ever stopping.

But, like the man who tied it, the knot too strong for me to escape.

“I’m going to fucking own your body after this,” he whispers against me as he gently pinches both of my nipples. “So the only one you’ll ever think of when you come is me.”

I don’t bother telling him it’s that way now. That, ever since we met, it’s been him who has brought me release. His massive hands leave my breasts and grip my thighs. He spreads me apart. Baring me like I’m a buffet and he’s a man starved.

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