No.
This was Hell, and I never,everwanted to be saved from these roaring flames.
“Dante,” I moaned, my chin tilting up as my back arched against his chest.
He made another slow pass over my clit. “That’s it. Feel me, Serenity. Focus on what you’re feeling. This is it, beautiful.Thisis pleasure, and it’s fuckingreal.”
I bit my lip as the pressure he applied to my clit increased. Pleasure soared through my limbs and body until I couldn’t help but buck slightly against his quickening stroke through my pussy. His other hand released its grip on my throat to trail down my front. It slipped under the hem of my shirt and made its ascent to my breasts.
Dante cupped and squeezed my large breast as he rubbed along my aching center. I pushed my chest out, loving the new prickles of delight that his palm created. His fingers quickly trailed along the strap and yanked it down to free my full puckered breast from its confines. He wasted no time returning to my now bare chest. He pinched and rolled my nipple to the tempo at which his finger rubbed and flicked my clit.
“Fuck,” Dante growled. “You have no idea how perfect you are. You have no idea what you do to me.”
The wet inferno raging at my center grew until I was a shaking, huffing mess in Dante’s arms. His hard dick pressed into my back, and I leaned further into him as my pleasure mounted. I threw my head back on a loud moan as the galaxies behind my eyes finally combusted and burst in an array of brilliant light.
I wasn’t sure how many seconds ticked by before I finally caught my breath and managed to peel my eyes open. I’d done so just in time, because Dante withdrew his fingers from between my legs. I looked over my shoulder as he brought the glistening digits to his mouth. His dark, sultry eyes stayed locked on my half-lidded ones as he smirked salaciously and licked his fingers before sucking them dry.
“You’re fucking addicting, Star. And I’m not even close to finished.”
Chapter 18
Dante
SERENITY HAD A WAY OF turning everything over onto its head.
Plans to keep things distant and detached? Fucking gone.
Plans to only get along with her for the sake of ruining Bradley? Fucking torn to shreds.
Plans to hate her as I’ve always hated humans? Falling apart.
Plans to only rub her clit as a lesson in pleasure? Fucking out the window.
Because her taste?Divine. Everything I imagined the sweetness of Heaven to be, she was, and as a demon, I craved more of that.
Her breath came out shaky, and unable to help myself, I pressed my mouth to hers and swallowed the gasps and little moans, biting and toying with her swollen lips. This human wanted to try so much when it came to sex. The many desires ping ponging around her head filled my own as I looked inside her mind for those fantasies. When I saw she was open to everything, I wanted to growl and pin her to the floor. Every kink, every position, every limit was swirling there. The one thing they had in common was her overwhelming desire to be dominated and yearned for.
And I was more than willing to do both.
Letting her face and breast go, I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her pants and panties. I lifted my hips and effectively lifted her along with them, which earned me a gasp of surprise. The minute she was off the ground, I tugged on her clothes, yanking them down her tattooed legs.
“D-Dante!” she whimpered, trying to grab the hem of her shirt to hide her now bare center.
Unperturbed, I tossed her sweatpants and underwear somewhere behind the couch and turned her so that she faced me while kneeling between my legs. Her cheeks had gone rosy, and her gray eyes couldn’t meet mine as she ducked her head. While she wanted to explore her sexual side, I also knew silent fears and insecurities chained her at all angles. She’d been made to feel undesirable. She’d been made to feel that her curves were something to be ashamed of. She’d been made to hate what I fucking loved.
And that ended now.
“Look at me, Star,” I ordered, my voice husky while also commanding.
Her chest rose and fell hard, but she slowly lifted her eyes to peek past her silver curls.
I held her stare, lust and yearning burning clear in my gaze. “Let go of your shirt.”
“But—”
“What did I say?” I hissed and narrowed my eyes.
She pressed her lips together. After a few moments, she released the shirt that she’d been desperately holding onto in order to hide herself. With it free, I grabbed the top and made a point of slowly pulling it off. I wanted her to feel each and every inch of her skin getting exposed. I didn’t want her to miss a moment of this intense vulnerability and how I treated it, not with disgust, but withreverence.
