Page 93 of Pretty Dark Vows

“Dante!” I cry out, almost jackknifing upright at the overload of sensation.

But I can’t. His weight holds me down, and he doesn’t let up.

He feels too good. It’s too much, my clit so sensitive that it’s throbbing already. I can’t stop squirming beneath him, and he groans, backing off the minute I start to clutch at him and arch into his touch.

“Easy, princess,” he grits out, palming himself through his jeans with his other hand as he goes up onto his knees. “You don’t want this to be over too soon, do you? I’m gonna take care of you, give you every fuckin’ thing you need. But not yet.”

He’s staring down at me like I’m a meal he’s been starving for, and it looks like his cock is going to rip its way right out of his pants. I half expect him to straddle my face and shove it down my throat. Hell, Iwanthim to. But when I reach for his zipper, he gives me a heated smile and pins my wrists together.

“I said not yet.”

I think about fighting him on that, but then he lowers himself over me again and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking hard, and I quit thinking about anything at all. He works his way down my body, tormenting me as he goes.

“Goddamn. I need to taste you,” he mutters against my skin, his voice muffled as he keeps feasting on me as he speaks. With deft fingers, he drags my pants off, then sits back and gazes down at me, looking his fill.

My stomach flutters as I lie still under his scrutiny, which makes no damn sense. I’m a stripper. I’m used to being ogled.

But not like this.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he murmurs, finally touching me again. He lifts one leg and kisses my ankle, nipping at the skin and making me squirm and laugh at the tickling sensation.

He smiles at me, then grips my legs tight and spreads them wide. “Be still.”

“Bossy fucker,” I say, biting my lip to hold back my smile. I squirm a little more, and he pins me down, still holding me open for him.

“You’ll know when I’m being bossy,” he shoots back. “And you’ll fucking love it.”

It’s the last thing he says before he drops his head between my legs, and the snarky comment I was about to make turns into a low moan.

His mouth is hot, hungry, and relentless. His jaw is rough with end of day stubble, and the contrast between that against my inner thighs and the smooth heat of his tongue, the powerful suction on my clit as he licks and sucks at me, has me writhing beneath him as I race hard toward another release.

“Fuck, Dante, fuck,” I gasp, and he pins me down and looks up at me with wicked fire in his gaze, switching to slow, languid licks that have me shuddering.

He smiles when he feels the tremors in my muscles. “You’re gonna come for me again.”

“Please,” I whisper, trying to lift my hips to grind against his tongue.

He holds me firmly in place, because he really is a bossy fucker. Then he dives back in like he’s trying to consume me whole.

When my second orgasm hits, it’s so much more intense than the first. He sucks hard on my clit, drawing out and heightening the sensations until it almost hurts. My hips buck up toward his face, somehow hungry formoreeven as the pleasure of it threatens to overwhelm me. His fingers dig in tighter as he holds my hips, moving with me so that the contact between us never breaks.

“That’s it, princess,” he growls, his voice pure sex. He drags his tongue back and forth over my sensitive flesh as I slowly start to come down, breathing me in with a shudder of his own. “Fuck, you really are addictive. Now give me one more.”

“More?” I repeat, still floating on the afterglow as he raises his head to look at me. My brain feels like mush, and I don’t even try to figure out what he means. I feel too good.

Then he dips down again, big hands pinning my thighs apart, and puts that skillful mouth back on my clit.

My eyes fly wide as I gasp. “Fuck!”

“You taste so incredible when you’re coming all over my face,” he murmurs, nipping at my flesh between words. “Do it again.”

“I can’t.”

“You will,” he says with a cocky grin. “For me.”

As if determined to prove that he knows my body better than I do, he feasts on me, pushing me past the point of oversensitivity, driving me higher and higher. I’m clutching at his head, practically crying from the intensity of his single-minded focus on forcing another orgasm out of me.

When it hits, it comes from somewhere so deep and powerful that for a second, I’m sure he really has wrecked me. I’m still trembling from the force of it when he surges up and crushes his lips to mine again.

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