"Keep doing what you're doing, and I'll end up breeding you tonight,piccola," he says. "I thought I would have more restraint than this, but you're so sweet. So eager to please. It only makes me want to corrupt you even more.”
Heat wraps around me like a vine, choking me until all I can feel is him.
His hands in my hair. His dirty words caress me. His eyes watch me like he never wants to look at anything else ever again.
He brushes his thumb over my bottom lip before replacing it with the tip of his cock.
"You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,piccola," he says, thrusting inside me like he just can't help himself. "I'm older than you. I should know better. But when you're looking at me with those fuck-me eyes, the beast inside me takes over. And all I can think about is making you mine in every way.”
I shift my hips on the ground. It almost feels like an aphrodisiac is running through my veins again. It's a hunger that I feel in every cell of my body.
Tears prick the backs of my eyes.
He pulls out immediately.
"Fuck, did I go too far?” he asks. "Did I hurt you?"
I shake my head. "I want more, Dante. I want everything with you."
His muscular chest swells as he gazes down at me. The amber in his eyes appear like twin flames now. In a swift motion, he leans down and scoops me into his arms. He cradles me to his chest as he walks us toward the bedroom.
I wrap my arms around him, wondering why it feels like we've done this a hundred times before.
Once we’re inside, he throws me on the bed. There's a hunter's look in his eyes as he takes off his shirt. My heartbeat quickens when I see the hard muscles of his torso. He has the body of a fighter. A warrior.
There's sin written all over his face as he discards the rest of his clothes at the foot of the bed.
I crawl back until my back hits the headboard.
"Too late to change your mind now, little bird," he says. "You're not going anywhere until I get my fill of you."
He walks toward the bedside lamp. He’s about to turn the light on, but I wrap my hand around his wrist.
"I prefer the dark," I whisper.
"Why?" he asks.
"I just do," I say, taking a deep breath.
He watches me, patiently waiting for me to explain. We can still see each other in the moonlight. But turning on the lamp will mean I’ll be completely bare before him. He’ll be able to see all of me. All of my imperfections, all the parts of me I try to keep hidden.
Because the truth is, I've always been self-conscious about my body.
I expect him to protest, but he doesn't push it or make things awkward for me. He lies down beside me and cups my cheek. And then he kisses me.
His mouth is hungry against mine.
He kisses me until I'm a mess between my thighs. There's not a single coherent thought left in my head.
He rolls over on top of me, kissing my neck while hefting my breasts in his hands. I feel his hard cock pulsing against my belly. He grinds it down over my soft flesh, making my thighs spread wider to make space for him.
He leaves a trail of kisses all the way down to my chest.
When he encircles his mouth over my nipple, my back arches off the bed.
"You taste like springtime,piccola," he groans. "Like flowers and honeysuckle and all things sweet. It's all over your skin. I should feel bad for corrupting you with my dirty hands, but I love that I'm the only one who gets to touch you."
His big hands grip my waist as he moves to my other nipple.
