Instinct nudges me before thought can form. I tilt my head, brushing my lips against the pad of his thumb. His breath stutters in a soft, trembling inhale. The gleam in his eyes shifts, deepening as something raw and hungry sparks alive.
Slowly, I bring my hand to his, guiding his thumb between my parted lips. His breath sharply catches again, his chest rising in a shiver that tells me everything I need to know.
He stands over me, unyielding, but the tiniest shift, the faintest move from me, and I could bring him down to his knees.
Slowly, I open my mouth, taking more of him. My tongue swirls across his thumb, and a moan breaks free when I taste the faint metallic tang on his skin.
“Estella,” he says through gritted teeth, his eyes steady on my movements. My eyes flare with challenge, and he holds his gaze, unblinking, his face shifting into a kaleidoscope of expression.
Wrapping my lips around him, I move my head back and forth, sucking on his finger before my hands travel to his legs. My palms slowly trace them up and down, and I feel his muscles stiffen beneath the clothes.
His patience lasts until I let out another moan, this time louder. Snapping, he pulls his thumb out of my mouth, earning a whimper of disappointment from me. But it doesn’t take long for him to fix his mistake.
Dante presses his damp thumb against the side of my upper lip, tugging it just enough to draw a shiver from me, then drags it across my lower lip, repeating the motion. “Beautiful,” he growls, tracing patterns over my lips like an artist painting his masterpiece. “Open your mouth for me.”
I do, obediently following his command. His body shudders, jaw locking, and I sense his restraint tearing at the seams, a feral desire straining to take control.
“Stick your tongue out,” he commands, and I nearly roll my eyes at the sound of his voice. Fragile, quivering, yet so unnervingly low it feels drawn from the bowels of hell itself.
Sticking my tongue out, I look at him, awaiting his next order. The slick, warm sensation spreads from between my legs in a relentless tease, sending jolts of awareness all the way to my skull.
He looks at my tongue as he slightly leans in, feeding off the neediness that seeps from my pores. Saliva pools at the tip of his lips before he spits. Wet, warm liquid brushes over my tongue, sending a pleasant ripple up my spine before he glides two of his fingers across it.
Gently, he smears the saliva, coating his fingers before roughly pushing them further. “Suck them,” he says, those two words trembling on his lips. I gag at the sudden intrusion, my lips wrapping around his fingers in panic. “Now.”
Tears form at the edges of my eyes as he keeps pushing until the tips of his fingers touch the soft tissue of my throat. A soft whimper escapes me as I look up, my gaze shimmering with a plea, and he answers with a teasing smirk.
A smirk like that could chill the devil to his bones.
I push through the pressure, hollowing my cheeks hard and sucking his fingers. My head moves back and forth, and his lips part as he watches every movement I make.
The whole thing feels so… dirty. Forbidden. At the edge of my thoughts, a small voice murmurs, warning me against this—not now, not with a corpse lying so close.
But it only makes me want to crave this more. Waves of warm pleasure crash over me as I do my job while his fingers playin my mouth. He moves them back a little, only to brush them across my tongue, teasing and rubbing the soft flesh.
His other hand weaves through my hair again, but this time, he fists it, grabbing a handful of strands and holding me still. I suck in a sharp breath while he grabs my tongue with his fingers and starts milking it.
Muffled sounds of pleasure keep flowing out of my mouth while he groans in response. I wiggle my tongue, softly slapping it across his fingers, and he pulls on my hair hard, sending a rush of electric pleasure through me. A scorching trail of tingles spreads across my scalp, every touch amplifying the grip in my core.
“Fuck,” he mutters before he lets go of my hair.
His hand drifts to my throat, grazing my skin with a whisper-soft touch before sliding lower, lingering, savoring the moment until it finally rests on my chest. Slowly, he pulls the fabric of my kimono aside, revealing my breast. Wetting his lips, he circles my hard nipple with his finger before putting it between his fingers and pinching it.
A sharp yelp escapes me as pain explodes through my spine, each vertebra screaming in protest, forcing my body to jerk instinctively away from him. But that only fuels him as he releases my tongue and starts mercilessly pushing his fingers back into my throat while his other hand keeps abusing my sensitive peak.
I twitch and shiver from the onslaught of pain his touch gives me. The burn spreads, licking every inch of my skin before diving deep, setting my lower stomach alight.
Unable to stop moving, I squeeze my legs, giving myself a sweet push that pulses through me, a pleasure so sharp and consuming that my veins burn and my mind tips toward delirium.
“Look at you,” Dante’s voice drifts into my ears, a cruel taunt coloring his words. “So desperate, so hungry. Do you want me to fuck this pussy?”
My breath comes in short, ragged bursts as I teeter on the edge, almost giving in to rub against my hand, letting him watch as my composure shatters.
I moan, trying to push his fingers out with my tongue so I can give him a proper answer, but in response, I only get another pinch on my nipple. A storm of violent pain rakes through me, forcing me to squeeze my thighs once again.
“You can’t fucking talk,” he breathes out, slightly moving his fingers in my mouth. “Mumble.”
I attempt to squeeze again, but he catches that, putting his knee on the couch and pushing it between my legs, blocking the way.
