“She missed me too,” he murmurs, licking his lips with care before leaning in closer.
“Imissed you too, you know,” I admit, letting him know this is more than physical. His eyes widen, a flicker of emotion breaking through the haze of lust. “Not just my pussy.”
A deep, dark chuckle rumbles from his chest before his mouth descends to my swollen clit. My back arches instinctively, teeth biting my lip harder as waves of sensation roll through me. Through half-lidded eyes, I watch him slowly draw back before peeling off his sweatpants and underwear, revealing the promise of what’s to come.
My core tightens instinctively, a mixture of fear and anticipation clashing violently within me. It’s been a while, and though my mind remembers the pleasure he brings, the thrill of it, right now, the thought of him entering me carries the sharp edge of both terror and desire.
Dante settles on top of me, anchoring me to the mattress as I loop my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Every inch of proximity fuels the fire between us, and the hunger that courses through me grows uncontrollably as his lips seal over mine again. We devour each other with reckless urgency, taking and giving, tasting the sparks that burn between us.
“Dante,” I murmur, voice trembling against his lips as I feel the slick press of his tip against me, teasing and coaxing me. He doesn’t rush, letting me soak in the full heat of him, the warmth of his body a drug before the storm he’s about to unleash.
“That’s right,” he whispers, words brushing against my cheek like silk. “Fuck, I missed you breathing my name like that. Like I’m the salvation you cling to and the ruin you crave.”
Another shiver grips my core, flames of heat engulfing me entirely. There’s something impossibly pure in this psychotic obsession we share—something the world could never understand, but without which we won’t ever be able to exist.
A staccato moan bursts from my chest as he pushes inside me, sending a wild pulse racing through my veins. I clutch at his neck, pulling him even closer as sweet, scorching tingles ignite between my legs with renewed intensity. My eyes flutter shut, my back arching instinctively, offering myself entirely to him.
“You take it so well… you always do,” he murmurs, lips pressing a soft, short kiss against my jawline, sending my brain into static. “Such a good girl.”
Praise spills from his mouth like a litany, each word sending another surge of delirium through my body. Every syllable drives me deeper, urging me to give more, to take more.
I missed this so much.
Inch by inch, he buries himself inside me, stretching me wide, sending my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I pant, hands moving and digging into the taut planes of his back, nails raking over skin, both clinging and bracing against the deliciously agonizing pressure.
“Just like that, take it all on me,” he coos, lips tracing a path along my jaw. “Sink those nails deep while I fuck you, baby.”
A wicked impulse sparks inside me. Without thinking, I lean forward, teeth sinking into the firm flesh of his shoulder. A tremor runs through his body, his hips thrusting hard into me in response, and I yelp, releasing the bite and flicking my tongue across the spot.
When I pull back, our eyes lock, the same feral hunger flashing in both of us. Chests heaving in tandem, I hold him tight as he drives into me harder, faster, growing more relentless. I love the way his gaze traces me, fiery orbs searching every corner of my soul, looking for what he’s lacked all this time.
The room fills with a symphony of wet, desperate sounds—my moans, his low groans, the bed creaking under the force of us. My eyes threaten to cross as he hammers that one spot againand again, dragging me closer to the edge for the second time tonight.
My nails scrape across his back, shoulders, then chest, my body going feral with need. The wet heat pooling between my legs claws at me, unbearable in its intensity, clashing exquisitely with the pleasure his cock drives inside me, creating a storm so potent it feels like I’m falling into another dimension.
His arm snakes around my waist, lifting me higher, my ass arching off the mattress. A scream tears from my throat as I wrap my legs around him, feeling him sink into me even deeper, every thrust igniting every nerve in my body.
“Dante!” I gasp, hands fisting the sheets as he begins to drive into me deeper and rougher. My body quivers under him, every nerve alight, every inch of me ablaze. My eyes roll uncontrollably as the pressure coils low in my stomach, building into a firestorm far stronger than before. Waves of electric warmth surge through me, making my toes curl, my hips tremble, my mind reel.
Ripped moans and whimpers tear from my throat as I press myself into him, forcing his hips closer, desperate to ride the edge. His hands grip my legs with an iron force, fingers digging into my sensitive skin, and before I can react, he pulls me off his waist, shoving my legs onto the bed. My eyes widen in shock, and in the blink of an instant, he withdraws and slams my back into the mattress.
My thighs clamp shut instinctively as a jolt of agony courses through me, a tidal wave of sensation that makes my eyes squeeze shut until the pain cuts through to raw ecstasy. A strangled cry escapes my lips, mingling with his feral growl as he slaps his cock onto my pussy, spilling ropes of hot cum across my slick folds.
The sensation is maddening, each thread of him igniting skittering sparks of pleasure. Still poised at the edge, I decide toseek my own release, enjoying the rhythmic pull of his muscles tightening and loosening.
My legs clench, and my hips jerk, rolling against him as the orgasm crashes back with blinding force, tearing through my senses in a prolonged burst. My ass lifts off the bed as I ride the waves, small whimpers escaping my chest as tears slide down my flushed cheeks.
He leans over, fingers rough against my wet, flushed skin, swiping away my tears. “Mmmm, so fucking beautiful,” he croons. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
I open my mouth to say something when a gasp catches in my throat as he presses two fingers on my pussy, slowly gathering his cum. The teasing twists through me, sparking shivers that race along every nerve, igniting my body from head to toe.
“Open that pretty mouth for me,” he commands roughly. My cheeks burn crimson as I comply, my jaw trembling while I part my lips. He hums softly in approval, pressing the tips of his fingers onto my tongue and gliding them deeper. I wrap my lips around them, hollowing my cheeks and sucking eagerly, tasting him with a gleaming satisfaction in my eyes.
A unique flavor blooms across my tongue before I swallow, muffled moans escaping as the pleasure sets fire to every vein and sinew. He pulls back, leaving a trail of saliva glistening on my lips, and my tongue snakes out instinctively, licking them clean.
No words could capture this hunger. Madness lingers at the edges of our desire, but it tastes too potent, feels too perfect to ever question.
Dante slides onto the bed beside me, tossing the blanket carelessly to the floor. My mind swirls in a haze of desire and lingering pleasure, and I stare at him, completely confused.
