“You like the pain, strega dolce?” I chuckle darkly, continuing my onslaught with the other breast, nipping slightly. She arches into my touch, pulling my hair painfully. “My little witch likes it when I play with her nipples? Can I make you come from this alone?”
The question is purely hypothetical, because I know I can. She’s so fucking responsive to my touch, just as I always knew she would be.
Her sounds are incoherent when I slide one hand down to play with her sweet pussy again, spreading her legs wide with mine, so I can thumb the little bundle of nerves while my fingers plunge in and out of her tight hole. The only sounds in the room are her moans and the wet noise of her arousal as her walls tighten around my fingers.
“Come for me, strega dolce. Let me hear you scream my name as you come apart.”
She surrenders and does, in fact, scream, “Dante! Oh, oh...my god.” Her neck arches, and her eyes are squeezed shut.
“Not god,” I say, as I keep moving my fingers, working her through her orgasm. “Just Dante. Iamnot your god, but your devil.”
She tenses, her muscles clamping down hard on my fingers. Her pussy is now gushing, soaking the sheets beneath her.
Impatient, I stand and tear off my suit coat and holster, setting them to the side. Then I reach for the buttons of my shirt, wrenching it open as the buttons fly across the room. My hands undo the buckle of my belt, and I lowermy slacks and my boxer briefs, letting my cock spring free. It bobs, grateful not to be confined any longer and seeking relief.
“Oh, my,” Evangeline mouths adorably when she sees the size of my cock, and I groan. I give my length one long stroke, attempting to maintain some semblance of control, wanting to last. Her first time has to be special, despite my impatience and roughness.
Having shed my clothes, I brace myself over her small body, covering her, loving the sight of my larger frame engulfing hers.
She’s sprawled beneath me, my sweet prey offering herself to the slaughter.
“This will hurt, tesoro mio,” I warn, balancing on one hand and pulling one of her legs over my arm, spreading her wide, exposing her for me. Gazing down at her glistening pink pussy, I burn the picture in my brain as I remain poised at the entrance of the tight heat I ache to ravage. “But this pain is the cost of belonging to me.”
Then I thrust savagely. Her scream pierces the air, raw and anguished. I swallow it with a deep kiss and pin herdown, driving into her until no barrier remains between us.
Her nails gouge into me, surely drawing blood. I hope she does. I’ll wear her marks with pride. As I push deeper, her body resists slightly. Holy fuck, she’s so fucking tight.
I make a guttural growl of pleasure, taking pride in knowing I’m the only one to breach these walls.
Finally, I feel her body submit to the invasion, clamping around my cock as if it was made for me alone.
“Such a good girl, taking my cock like this,” I praise, raising up on my knees and grasping her hips, punishing her with my thrusts. “Tell me how much you like me pounding this tight little pussy. Say it,” I demand in my low gravel voice.
“Dante, yes, please … don’t stop…I like it…too much. It’s too, too much,” she whimpers, her head thrashing from side to side as I change position, angling up so I’m hitting her G-spot over and over.
Somehow, I always knew our union would be violent. My need for her is too great, and I don’t do soft. Shehas no words of protest, nor is she pushing me away. Honestly, I’m too far gone for it to make a damn at this point.
“Look at me,” I snarl, thrusting harder, branding her from within. “Look at the man who possesses you, owns you.”
Her eyes are gleaming, and desperate, locked onto mine. She convulses, shattering beneath me, and I can feel her climax rock through her.
Losing control, I roar her name like a dark prayer, erupting inside her, claiming her in the only way a man like me can. Savage. Irreversible. Eternal.
I keep her pinned and stay buried deep within her. She’s still panting, dazed and wrecked, but I plan on keeping her like this until she knows escape is futile, fucking her all night if need be.
“Now, I keep you, Evangeline,” I growl into her ear, my voice a vow, a curse. “I’m under your spell and you are under mine … there’s no escaping me.”
Chapter Twelve
Evangeline
Mybodyfeelsshattered,trembling in ways I didn’t know were possible. The sheets are twisted around me, my skin still hot, bruised where his mouth and hands have left their marks. Our combined releases drip from me onto my sheets.
Yet, he’s still here. Still inside me, as though his body refuses to leave me. He says there’s no escaping him, and I believe him.
Dante’s breath is ragged against my neck. His weight pins me down, like an anchor, a chain, and I cannotbreathe.But God help me …I don’t want him to move. I love how big he is; it brings me comfort, makes me feel protected, when everything in my life is so crazy.
Staring up at the ceiling, I’m still riding the wave of feelings he’s created with his brutal lovemaking. As a young girl, I dreamed of kisses, of sweet words, of falling in love like the characters in the smutty romance novels I read late at night.
