Page 64 of Slay Me

“Mine,” he growls then runs his tongue over me. He pulls my clit into his mouth and I try to arch up but his grip on my thighs holds firm. “Who do you belong to?” he questions, hot breath fanning over the wet heat between my legs.

“You.”

“That’s fucking right.” Dante leans in and slips his tongue inside of me, plunging into my body as I’m helpless to do anything but take it. Not that I would do anything else. This is fucking magic. Power beyond our comprehension. My body comes to life when I’m with him, every nerve firing, magic blazing through my blood—he’s the gasoline and the match to the flames of my desire.

He releases one of my thighs and withdraws his tongue, only to slip a finger in while his lips close around my clit again. Power licks at my skin, a breeze toying with the ends of his dark hair.

“Yes, fuckyes,” I groan.

Dante chuckles and pulls back, finger leaving my body. “Not yet, Fury,” he says. “The only place you come is on my cock. Are we clear?” Swallowing hard, I nod. He gets to his knees and stares down at me. “What to do with you now?” he asks, trailing his fingers up my thighs.

“You’d damn well better get inside of me,” I snap. “Because I’ve been waiting way too fucking long for this.”

He laughs again, absolute joy reflected on his striking face. How such a hard man can look so damned beautiful when he smiles is beyond me. But he is. Those copper eyes are swirling with power.

With strength.

Dante climbs off of me, kneeling beside where I’m tied to the bed. Then, he grips my hips and flips me over onto my belly. My arms cross at the wrists, and adrenaline pulsates through my body, excitement jarring my nerves.

Massive hands knead my ass cheeks as he re-positions himself behind me. “I’ve dreamed of taking you this way,” he says. “Of burying myself into this tight fucking pussy from behind.”

I slide my knees up and arch my back. “Then do it already.” My core is on fire, my breathing ragged. My swollen clit is desperate for friction, so much so that I’m pretty damned sure I’ll die if he doesn’t fill me now. “Please,” I whisper. “I need you.”

Dante growls, a low, deep baritone that sends a delicious shiver of desire up my spine. He’s an animal. A primal beast. He runs a hand over my wet heat then slips a finger inside of me.

“Please,” I beg.

He removes his hand and flips me back over onto my back. “I want to see your eyes when I bury myself inside of you for the first time,” he says, tone deadly serious. Then, he climbs between my legs, and I stare up at him, unwilling to look away for even a moment. His hard length presses against my entrance.

And when he pushes inside of me, I see fucking stars.

He fills me, my body stretching to accommodate his massive length to the brink of pain. As soon as he fills me, he stills and drops his head down.

Dante sucks in a breath. “You’re so tight,” he groans. “Like a fucking vice.”

After a few heartbeats, he slides out and then back in again. “That feels so good,” I whisper, wrapping my legs up and around his waist so he can get deeper. I want every inch of him, every glorious fucking inch of his dick inside of me.

For the first time in my life, Iwantto be owned.

Possessed.

But only if it’s byhim.

He pulls out slowly, withdrawing near completely before slamming back into me. Then he reaches down and rubs my clit with his finger. I come undone, the orgasm tearing through me. I throw my head back and cry out, every muscle in my body uncoiling with the force of my release.

Power explodes out of me—a gust of wind that sends my hair flying.

Papers scatter from his dresser onto the floor.

The chair in the corner falls over as does everything that had been on his nightstands.

“Dante!” I cry out, yanking at the bindings holding me so I can feel his flesh beneath my fingertips.

"Fuck yes, Liv,” he groans. “Come all over me, baby.”

He moves faster now, thrusting into me while my body readies for another release. I can’t take it anymore, the way he makes me feel. Powerful, sexy, I never want to leave this damned room.

Can we spend all of our time screwing each other into utter oblivion?

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