Proving his words, he pounded into me at a speed not quite human. Our flesh, slick with sweat, slapped together. He let go of my hair only to draw my legs up until the backs of my thighs pressed against the coiling muscles of his stomach and chest. Cupping my ass in one hand, he pressed in deeper than I’d thought possible, as if this was the only time I’d been fucked like I was meant to be. The pleasure honed, zeroing in and then sending out the first tremors of orgasm.
He thrust again, and again. When something brushed against my clit, I realized he held the base of his cock, his hand measuring each thrust. Was he holding back? I glanced away from our joined bodies to look at him. Tension held his shoulders stiff. The same tension clenched his jaw and sealed his eyes shut.
I wanted more, wanted all of him.
“Don’t you dare hold back,” I said, the fierce growl in my voice surprising us both.
His lids snapped open. Tawny eyes stared down at me.
“You have no idea what you’re asking for.” He let go of his cock, plunged just a little deeper.
My breath caught at the immediate pierce of pleasurable pain. He pushed the thick length of his erection all the way in again, slow and deep. I opened for him. Internal contractions milked his cock, pulling him in and seating him so deep he became part of me.
“Oh fuck,” he cursed. “Are you absolutely sure about this? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Fuck me, Dante.”
He growled, lifted his lip enough that I could see the sharp point of his feline canines. “One day I’m gonna marry you.”
No longer restrained, tension left his body and smoothed the lines on his chiseled face. Immediately I sensed the calming of his beast. He’d been holding back. This time, when he pounded inside, the heavy weight of his balls slapped my ass. The tip of his cock hit the mouth of my cervix, pressed deeper.
An unexpected climax stole my breath and blackened my vision. My body heated, tensed, and muscles spasmed. Wave after wave of pleasure rocketed through my entire being. Dante’s hands tightened on my thighs. He let loose with a feral growl, the sound sending shivers across my arms.
He pushed forward, quickening his thrusts, the glide of his cock in and out seamless. The headboard slammed against the wall. Shuddering, his body tensed and he pulled out. Dante flipped me onto my stomach. Hands on my hips, he lifted me onto my knees and stuck my ass into the air.
“You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” He traced the folds of my exposed sex with his finger. “Pink and wet.” He pressed a digit inside, drew it out. “And, Christ, you’re tight. You have no idea how good you smell.”
I turned my head over my shoulder, lost myself at the hungry look in his gaze. His eyes were dark, full of possession and knowledge. He knew exactly what I needed.
My heart beat faster, anxiety gripping me. Would he leave me one day like my mom, my dad? Already an addict, I couldn’t stomach the thought of another man’s weight on top of me, shoving into me. Dante had ruined me.
He draped his body over my back, the soft hair on his thighs and stomach tickling my skin and blanking my mind. Where we touched, a thin layer of sweat surfaced. He gathered my hair, moving the strands off my neck. Teeth scraped the newly exposed skin and had my back arching, my ass rubbing against his arousal.
He drew his mouth across my flesh. The heat and weight of his body gradually lessened with the trailing of his tongue down the center of my spine. My back bowed, a needy bending as if I were a cat in heat. He slid his hand up my back. Cupping my shoulder, he brought my pussy flush with the hard ridge of his cock. He didn’t enter me, not yet. Hand pressed against the back of my neck, he pushed my head down, demanding submission.
The tip of his erection teased back and forth across my entrance, gathering lubrication. Hard, quick and without warning, he thrust into the depths of me. I screamed. He held me still and pumped without restraint.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Our skin slapped together. Every thrust sent me spiraling closer to the edge.
“Too hard?” he grunted against my ear.
I shivered. “No.”
“Good.” Sitting back, changing the angle of penetration, he gripped my hips and pulled my body onto his shaft.
Stars danced, the pleasure numbing my toes, but still it wasn’t enough.
“More,” I cried out, tried to speed his pace by rocking against him.
He would have none of it. Holding me still, his teeth found the back of my neck, clamped down. I cried out, the surge of pain intoxicating. His growl rolled over my skin, drawing goose bumps. Pinpricks of sharp, skin-piercing pain gathered at my nape where canines broke flesh. I lifted my head and a warm trail of liquid rolled down the indent of my spine to heighten my arousal.
His tongue scraped my skin, cleaning me. “One day I’m going to come deep inside you,” he whispered against my ear, making me tremble.
Dante reached around me, found my sensitive nipple and plucked. My body’s response was immediate. I cried out, my sob of relief no longer trapped. The orgasm slammed into me and left me broken. When I would have collapsed to the bed, Dante held me safe, anchored me and pounded into me faster.
He dominated my body, taking what he wanted and leaving me to reap the benefit of one rolling orgasm after another. His cock grew larger, the head expanding to notch inside.
The hard ridge of his enlarged erection pressed against a spot untouched, rubbed and triggered an orgasm with the force of a tsunami. Swollen and not able to pull out, Dante kept on making love to me. The tips of his fingers lengthened into claws where he held my hips.
The pleasure was too much, my breath too uneven. Darkness danced in my eyes. His shallow thrusts forced me into one long orgasm. Dante pulled my torso up until my back pressed against his chest and my head rested on his shoulder. His mouth found my neck, bit down. He bucked into my body with quick, short strokes as he found his own release.
We collapsed to the bed in a sweaty tangle, Dante turning us so I was cuddled, not crushed, by his large frame.
“Wow,” I murmured and buried my face against his neck.
Breathless, he said, “Move in with me.”
I lifted my head and looked at him. “That’s crazy, we haven’t even been out on a first date.”
Darkness filled his eyes. “We went on the date—it just turned out really horrible. Come on, babe. You’ve slept here every night for the last week. You can have half the closet. Some drawers in the dresser and all the space you want in the bathroom.” He stroked my cheek and his face went all soft and sweet. “I like curling you into my arms at night and waking up with you in the morning.”
I recalled his tongue between my legs and a full-body shiver had me cuddling in closer to him. “I really like waking up with you.”
“See.” He grinned. “Move in.”
I drew my finger down the center of his abs. “I don’t want to ruin things by moving too fast.”
“We passed fast the second you laid naked in my bed while I was in the shower. How about we compromise? Move all your crap in here and keep your bedroom at your sister’s.”
I shook my head and laughed. “I would have done that anyway, that’s hardly a compromise.”
“Hannah,” he coaxed.
“Dante,” I repeated.
He quirked his lips. “Is that a no?”
I kissed the corner of his upturned mouth. “It’s a maybe.”
He rolled me onto my back and closed his mouth over mine. When I was breathless and dizzy, he pulled back and cupped my breast. He rolled the nipple between his finger and liquid heat wet my sex.
“Let’s see if we can turn that maybe into a yes.”
“You’re evil.”
“Not evil. I know what I want, and that, darlin’, is you. Today, tomorrow, next week. It’s me and you, babe.”
I smiled, liked the sound of that. “Me and you.”
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