Page 44 of Throne of Sin

“I’m going to kiss you.” Our chests continue to fall rapidly.

My tongue dips out and wets my lips in anticipation. The noise of the fight drifts away, leaving us in our own world. It feels like the air in the room has been sucked out and Dante has filled all the space the room had to offer.

He slants me an adoring look like he used to a decade ago. “You wanted to hangout with me, because…”

His brown eyes shine with gold specks and his other hand slips up the side of my torso.

“I missed you.” I haven’t been able to get Dante out of my head lately and the smile he’s giving me is devastating. It causes my heart to stall.

His lips kiss me, possessive and hungry, teasing me as his tongue brushes over mine, coaxing me to open for him. The kiss is slow as we test each other. My mouth opens, our tongues twirl around each other in a seductive dance. This kiss is new. It’s tender and has me hoping for things I should never wish for. This is the first real kiss we have ever shared and it is mind blowing. I’ve never been kissed like I’m the most important person in the world.

The world jolts back to normal speed when his hand cups my ass, and my legs wrap around his hips, locking together at the ankle. His hand slips up my shirt, pulling down the cups of my bra to feel my skin in his palm. Those perfect lips move from my mouth to my neck and I moan, feeling like I’m on cloud nine. He sucks on my collar bone, the sensation sending a shock of pleasure straight to the pit of my stomach, before he lets me down gently to free his hands, and then uses them to rip my shirt in half.

“Much better.” He smirks before continuing to plaster kisses all over my skin. His fingers quickly unlatch my bra and his hands roam all over my body.

My hands thread through his hair, sliding to his shoulders, feeling the power in his muscles before they round to his back. My skirt slides up my thighs as he lifts one of my legs and wraps it around his waist. He presses closer to me, the only barrier remaining between us my panties and his pants.

“God, I’ve missed you,” I purr with my head leaned back against the shelving unit.

“I need to feel you around my cock.” He groans as my hand cups him over his pants.

“Then what are you waiting for?” My voice is husky with need and desire. I drop my leg back down and my fingers try to remove his belt, but he bats them away to do it himself. His pants fall to his knees as he lifts me once again, slides my panties to the side and enters me.

“Dante!” I cry. I forgot how big he is, how much he fills me.

He pumps into me, capturing my lips again. This kissing thing is new. He’s never kissed me like this while we fucked before. He might have given me a peck, but that’s it. This new side of him makes me feel cherished and protected in his arms.

My hips grind up and down, meeting each of his thrusts. “God, you feel fantastic,” I pant. I look down and watch with fascination as his cock slides in and out of me.

“Tell me you want me,” he demands. His face looks so vulnerable right now, even with his eyes hooded with lust.

“I’ve always wanted you.”

He bends his head down and latches on to my nipple, sending me over the edge. I cry out with pleasure as my orgasm hits and stars shoot behind my eyes. I ride it out, grinding harder against him.

My body feels limp from the over stimulation as the end of the orgasm floats away. Dante pulls out and my legs shake as I lower myself to my knees and he releases his warm cum onto my tits.

He leans over me, cupping my jaw, and kisses me again. “Fuck, you are a sight to behold with my cum on you.”

I realize, in that moment, that I hadn’t even considered a condom. I know better, I’m an adult now, but something about no barrier between us has me not saying a word. We never used one before, why start now? He pulled out, we’re safe. Dante doesn’t look overly concerned as he uses my ripped shirt to clean me up.

“Did you want to see the place now?”

“My new office?” I grin.

“Yeah.” He tosses my shirt into the trash bin.

“Don’t you have a party to entertain?”

“I’ve hosted a hundred of them before. Savio won’t even be there because he wants to spend time with his wife.” He holds up his phone, typing into it, before smiling at me. “There, it’s all canceled.”

He kisses each breast before slipping his shirt off and onto me.

Chapter 23

Demi

Ican’tstopnoticingthe waitress’ eyes on me as Dante leads me out of the fight club with his hand on my lower back.

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