Page 82 of Slay Me

She watches me, gaze hungry, as I stand. A light breeze washes over us, but the heat on this balcony is like a fucking sauna.

Liv’s still spread out before me, every inch of her body on display.

How I kept my hands off of her this long, I’ll never fucking understand. I unbutton my pants and shove them down before stepping out and closing the distance.

“Turn around and get to your knees on the chair.”

Liv swallows hard but does as I ask. I grip her ass, squeezing gently, then slide my hands up over her back and push her over so she’s bent over the top of the chair. I’ve never been so fucking glad I went with low-backed patio furniture as I am right now.

I step forward and position myself at her entrance though I continue to torment us both by remaining still. Sliding my hands over her ass, I run my finger through her perfect fucking cheeks, slipping it over the top of an area I’ve yet to claim but am desperate for. She gasps. “I told you before that I want to fuck you here,” I say. “Will you let me, Liv? Will you let me possess every inch of you?”

“I’ll let you do anything you want,” she replies, voice hoarse. “Just please get inside of me.”

I let out a dark chuckle as I grip my cock and rub it against her clit.

She cries out, “Dante, please.”

“Please what?”

“Get inside of me.”

A gust of wind presses against my back, shoving me in just a bit. “Impatient much?”

“If you don’t want it to knock us over, you’d better do as I ask,” she threatens.

I push inside of her. Tight, wet heat surrounds my cock, and I groan, the delicious fucking friction too much to bear. Stilling inside of her, I run my finger over her clit then bring it back and press it against her ass. As much as I want to fill her tight hole with my cock, I know it has to be taken in stages in order to be pleasurable for her.

But fuck, I want to feel her.

“Do it,” she orders. “I want to know what it feels like.”

She just handed me the entire fucking world and doesn’t even know it. Slowly, I slide my finger into her ass then pause and slowly pull my cock out before pushing back into her.

“Oh my—shit, Dante. That feels good,” she whispers. “Don’t stop.”

I pull back and then thrust into her, all while slowly moving my finger in and out of her ass. She comes—hard—crying out as her pussy tightens around my cock. Withdrawing my finger, I grip her hips and slam into her, thrusting as hard as the chair will allow.

“I want to come inside of you,” I growl. “I want to fucking claim you.”

“Then do it,” she tells me.

“I—” My release overtakes all senses, and I come, dick throbbing inside as I pour myself into her. I’venevermarked a woman this way. Always using protection or pulling out, but with Liv, the desire to own every part of her…

To be her last everything is so overwhelming it’s nearly impossible to deny.

I pull out slowly, and she climbs off the chair. I lift her into my arms and carry her inside before depositing her in my bathroom and turning on the water. After washing my hands, I turn and cup her face then slam my mouth down onto hers.

Chapter27

Liv

Dante and I have fallen into such a routine over the past couple of weeks that it’s hard to recall a time when I wasn’t in his arms.

His bed.

Our lives consist of breakfast in bed, practice, performance, then nights spent wrapped up in each other. Honestly, I haven’t stepped foot in my apartment since the night it was tossed. The only thing that mattered to me was stolen, and I’m not stupid enough to go to Ernesto to get it back.

Which is precisely what he’s expecting. It’s honestly what I would have done had Dante and I not gotten together. But now, I have a reason to survive aside from my own life. I have him. My lover. My mate. I smile to myself, enjoying the way that word feels.

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