Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 127249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Heat gathers between my legs. My nipples pebble behind the silk.
“Dante,” I say again, not sure if I’m protesting or begging.
He cups my waist and lifts me with a swift movement onto the counter.
“What are you doing?” I catch my weight on my arms. “Someone can walk in on us.”
He continues as if he hasn’t heard me, watching me with that penetrating, hungry stare as he slides his hands over my knees. He smooths those broad hands up over my thighs, curling his strong fingers around my flesh and raking his calloused palms over my sensitive skin.
Taking the nightgown with him, he bares my legs inch by inch until he’s exposed my silk panties. I can’t help the shiver that runs through me, leaving goosebumps in its wake. When he hooks his fingers into the elastic on the sides of my panties, I lift my ass.
A smile flirts with his lips as he moves the underwear down my legs before freeing my feet. “Good girl.”
His deep voice penetrates flesh and bone to reverberate in my core. I shouldn’t like his praise so much, but I have an inexplicable desire to please him. My heart skips a beat when he pockets the panties. He’s always been keen on taking trophies. I have no idea what he does with those keepsakes. I’ve never asked.
Pushing my legs apart, he steps between them. I’m spread open, vulnerable with the night streaming through the uncovered window at my back and a powerful and dangerous man in front of me, a man who wants me… and I find that I like it.
Holding my gaze, he goes down on his haunches. The path he kisses up the inside of my thigh is torturously light. Teasing. The roughness of his stubble scrapes my skin. By the time he reaches his target, I’m soaking wet.
He dips his tongue inside, all the while watching me and reading my reaction. A moan slips from my lips. When he sucks my clit into his mouth, I throw my head back and give myself over to the sensations. He doesn’t spare me. He takes his time in bringing me to the edge. I’m delirious with need before he lets me go over. I’m still riding out the aftershocks when he straightens and unbuckles his belt.
He unzips before taking a foil packet from his pocket and tearing it open with his teeth. He frees his cock and pumps a couple of times into his fist. I’m leaning back on my arms, his hips wedged between my knees, unable to look away from how erotic he makes the act of rolling on a condom appear.
Gripping the base, he presses the crest against my opening. As if he knows what’s going to happen, that the savage punch of his hips is going to shatter me, he braces me with one big hand at the back of my head. And then he thrusts.
A scream pushes up in my throat, but before it can escape, he slams his free hand over my mouth. He traps the sounds tearing from my chest as he beats out a harsh rhythm, finding a pace that works for him.
The pleasure is searing. Every nerve-ending in my body combusts into flames. I bite down on the hand he offers, muffling my sounds as I drown in him. He took his time in making me come, but he’s impatient with his own need, chasing his release quickly and efficiently. I should be concerned about Emily or Jazz walking in on us, but I’m so lost in Dante that I can’t bring myself to care.
He climaxes after a few long, hard strokes, but he doesn’t pull out immediately. He removes his hand from my mouth and tangles our tongues in a slow, passionate kiss.
When he finally breaks the kiss, my lips feel swollen. I don’t have to look in a mirror to know I have stubble burn on my chin.
He presses a last chaste kiss on my lips before pulling out. I miss the feeling of his cum on my thighs. There’s something deeply intimate about him coming inside me.
His actions are as meticulous and efficient as always when he gets rid of the condom and cleans himself with a paper towel. He discards everything in the trash before washing his hands and adjusting his clothes. Then he presses a kiss between my thighs and gently closes my legs. The look in his eyes is no less heated when he pulls the nightdress down to cover me.
I hold on to his shoulders when he lifts me to my feet.
His mouth tilts in one corner. “I think your tea is cold.”
“That’s all right.” Interlinking my fingers at his nape, I rest my cheek on his chest and breathe in his manly scent. “I’m feeling sleepy now.”
“Good.” He kisses the top of my head and scoops me up in his arms. “In that case, I can take you to bed.”