Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
He rolled his eyes. “So you don’t forgive me?”
I shrugged. “There’s nothing to forgive, Dante.”
“Bullshit.” He shook his head. “You’re angry, so just say that you are.”
I was furious. “I’m not angry. Why would I be?”
“Dammit Lucy, just be honest with me.”
I sighed, doing my best to look bored. “I don’t owe you honesty, Dante. I said I’m fine, so accept it or don’t, I don’t care.”
Dante rushed towards me, closing the distance between us quickly until he was in my face. “I can see that you don’t, but dammit I do care. I’m sorry, okay?”
“And I’ve already accepted your apology. What else do you want Dante?” I pushed at his chest. He was too close, his scent engulfed me and took over my senses. The warmth that radiated from his body heated my skin until I couldn’t think straight.
“What I want Lucy,” he growled and rested one palm on the wall behind me, “I can’t have.” The other hand went to the wall and locked me between his arms. “You.”
A shaky breath escaped, but I couldn’t say anything because Dante held me transfixed in his deep green gaze. I wanted to reject his words, to tell him that he didn’t really want me. I wanted to say that it was because I was close by. Easy. But the moment I opened my mouth his lips were on mine, his tongue slipped between my lips and his hands gripped my waist. The kiss was sexier than the others. It contained a raw hunger that was irresistible.
Had anyone ever wanted me so desperately? Ever needed me like this? I didn’t have to think about it, the answer was no, not ever. Not until Dante had any man needed me this way, or made me feel so needed, and I was powerless to do anything other than dive straight into the kiss and let it swallow me whole.
Dante kissed me like I was his whole world and I let him. No, that’s not right, I didn’t just let him, I leaned into the feeling and let it warm me down to my bones. Before I knew it I was falling to the bed and Dante was on top of me. His hands tore at my clothes while his mouth devoured mine. He moved from my mouth and down my body, kissing every inch of my skin until I felt as if I might die from the sheer pleasure of his lips on my flesh.
I arched into him as his shoulders pushed my thighs apart and he slicked his tongue through where I was hot and pulsing for him. I bit my bottom lip and gripped his hair tightly. “Yes.”
Dante’s tongue was pure magic and fire, hot and devilish as it rolled against my clit over and over like it was battery powered. He growled like I was a dish he couldn’t get enough of, and he dove deeper, licked with greater intensity until pleasure exploded out of me like a volcano erupting after lying dormant for centuries.
The orgasm pushed fire through my veins and I gripped his hair tight, holding him close until every last inch of pleasure was wrung dry. “Mmm,” I purred as my body went slack.
But Dante wasn’t done yet. He placed a long, slow French kiss to my slit before he licked his way up my belly and back to my mouth, slipping inside of me in one long stroke. “Ah, yes. So, so good.” He grunted his pleasure and held on tightly to me as he thrust deep, placing open mouth kisses on my neck and collarbone. “Lucy.”
I kept my eyes close and just let myself feel. I didn’t want to think, not about who was making me feel this good, or why it was such a stunningly bad idea. I just wanted to enjoy the physical intimacy, the sensual satisfaction that pulsed through my body, and that’s what I did. “Yes,” I moaned. “More.”
He hooked his arms under the back of my knees and pounded harder into me, grunting in my ear before he nipped it. “Ah, fuck. Lucy!” His hips moved faster and his thrusts came deeper and with more intensity, the sensation was so good that my toes curled and a shiver stole down my spine.
It was so good, I felt tears gather in the corners of my eyes and squeezed them tighter, willing thoughts to go away so that there was only room for orgasms. “Yes,” I moaned and bucked up to meet him thrust for thrust. “Dante, yes!”
His lips left my skin and he whispered in my ear. “Look at me Lucy.”
Without a question my eyes opened and our gazes collided with a palpable intensity that sent a wave of discomfort through me. I didn’t like this feeling at all, but I loved the way my body felt. “I see you Dante.”