The scent riding on the breeze is sharp and metallic, tinged with sulfur and smoke. It carries the acrid tang of burned chemicals—like spent matches or a lightning strike. After each burst of color in the sky, a faint sweetness lingers, like scorched sugar or singed paper, as the powdery haze settles in the air.
For a while, we both watch in silence. Just the two of us beneath the brilliant display of flashing stars. The distant booms echo through the night, but the warmth of Dante’s presence beside me softens the sharp edges of my tension.
I feel his gaze shift.
I don’t turn right away, still spellbound by the display. “You’remissing the show,” I tease softly.
“I’m looking exactly where I’m meant to be looking,” he murmurs.
The heat of his words sweeps over me before his touch does. His hands find my waist, palms warm as they trace along the silk of my chemise. He moves closer behind me, his breath teasing the curve of my neck. My pulse quickens when his lips brush against the sensitive spot just beneath my ear.
“You have no control, do you?” My voice is breathier than I intend.
“Mm.” His mouth curves into a smile against my skin. “Can you blame me? You’re breathtaking. Besides, you started it.”
“Oh, did I?” I hold back a shiver as he nuzzles the nape of my neck. “You’re the one who jumped onto my balcony.”
“Who am I to say that wasn’t one of the powers you possess in your ever-expanding magical arsenal?”
I close my eyes as his kisses trail down the side of my neck—soft at first, then more insistent. His grip tightens slightly at my hips as he draws me back against him, the solid warmth of his body and the unmistakable hardness of his cock making my head spin.
A tremor shivers down my spine as his hands move forward, greedily cupping my breasts before drifting lower to the curve of my ass. His fingers trace the edge of my chemise at the back of my legs. I bite my lip when I feel the delicate brush of his knuckles against my bare thigh. And when his hands start to lift the hem with feather-light movements, I can’t hold back a whimper.
“Lean forward. Rest your forearms on the balustrade,” Dante whispers.
“Wh—?”
“Do as you’re told, little pirate.” He places a warm kiss on my shoulder blade before urging my upper body forward.
I comply, biting my lip as his hot breath travels down my back, leaving steaming kisses in its wake. I let out a small breath of a moan, settling my weight on my forearms as Dante continues his descent until he’s kneeling behind me. The material of my chemise lifts, and in the next moment, Dante drags the material of my underwear down my legs. Hisfingers trail along my thighs, his breath dancing across my flesh, sending shivers of pleasure through my body that mimic the flickering lights painting the night sky.
When he presses a kiss to my upper thigh, I arch my back, pushing back into him. His lips graze closer to my pussy, and my breath hitches in my throat. His hands slide up my legs and grab hold of my hips, pulling me back until my folds meet his mouth.
“Dante,” I moan into the cool, night air. “More.”
He drags his tongue through my center, and when he releases a growl, I almost come undone.
“So wet,” he says. “You’re dripping for me, aren’t you?”
I whimper again, my hands clenching. “Yes. Please.”
His tongue laps at my core, up and down, up and down, and then his nose is pressed between my ass cheeks as he plunges his tongue inside my pussy.
My body is instantly on fire, my hips rolling as he spreads my arousal around with his tongue and lips. Shockwaves pulse through me, and the little gasps I let out drift into the open air.
“You taste so good,” Dante says, his voice low and husky. “You don’t understand what your taste and smell do to me.”
I can’t even respond because his tongue is inside me again, hitting that spot that makes me see spots, and his hand is holding me in place, his fingers circling my clit. He fucks me with his mouth, unrelenting, unapologetically pushing me to the edge of my mounting desire. My whimpers grow more urgent with each lash of his tongue.
My orgasm explodes just as the sky bursts with light, and I’m sure the moan I let out can be heard above thebangthat rips through the sky.
My head drops as my ragged breaths compete with the spasms of pleasure that ripple through my body, but I lift it again when I feel Dante’s hands on my hips.
He’s standing now, still behind me, and I gasp as the hot head of his cock slides along the wet folds of my sensitive pussy. The fire inside me ignites again, and I writhe against him.
“Fuck, Celeste. I can’t get enough of you.”
“Then take,” I say, my voice raspy. “Because I need you. I need you to fill me.”
