Gripping his neck, I pulled him to me, my lips closing over his the next second. The feelings he awoke in me overpowered my entire being, and I welcomed them, surrendering to theLord of Twilight.
His mouth took over mine without hesitation, and for the second time in my life, my wolf’s desires and mine merged seamlessly.
Dante’s kiss was molten madness—sensual and slow, demanding and spellbinding. His head tilted to deepen the contact of our lips, and the moment his tongue caressed mine I melted into him, my nipples tightening so harshly in response that a flash of pain coursed through them. My heart stammered in my chest, my skin flushed, and my body quivered against his from the passion he was pouring into me while our tongues danced together.
No kiss had ever been this powerful and all-consuming. Not a single one.
Our lips never parted as Dante laid me back against the mattress, bands of shadows flowing freely all about, renewed with cosmic energy. He laid over me, pressing our bodies in the most intimate way. My surroundings swayed, changing from the soft, gentle colors of my room to the dark and moody hues of his, and I didn’t even care. All I could do was feel Dante’s hard body over mine, every delicious part of him.
His thigh slid between my legs while the urgency of our kiss increased, but I didn’t really need to breathe, did I? I just wanted his lips on mine. Possessive hands roamed my back, sneaking under my fuzzy top until his palm caressed my bare back. A surge of undiluted need, unlike anything I had ever felt rushed through me with his touch, increasing as Dante’s thigh caressed me, stirring feelings I didn’t even know were possible.
Frantic gasps for air filled the room when he let go of my mouth, devouring my neck next. “My nipple. Please touch my nipple,” I begged, remembering how close he’d come to it last time.
His hand obediently journeyed around my waist, working its way up to my breast until his thumb brushed over my rightnipple. A half moan, half gasp ripped from my throat, echoing in his room. Flames seemed to ignite my being in response, wildfire spreading through my body and settling between my legs, the very center that his thigh now caressed. Fierce aching spread through my navel, and something clenched inside me, need growing in my core.
“Mmm,” Dante hummed against my neck, his tongue tracing my skin with each nibble, with each kiss. “Do you want me to do that again?”
Now he asked.
“Yes,” I breathed, desperate to feel him on my body more than anything else.
He rubbed it once, and then again, the fire increasing inside me, and ripping breathless whimpers out of me. Our lips came together again, insatiable.
“Didheever touch you like this?”
“No… and I never wanted him to.”
My eyes opened just as Dante let go of my lips. “Do you want me to continue?”
“Yes.”
His large hand covered my breast, and he squeezed it firmly, massaging it slowly as he glanced down at me.
Fuck, yes!
He felt so perfect that my entire form quivered. I didn’t even have words to describe what he was causing in me, other than my body was doing things it never had. My legs pressed together tightly, pushing his thigh away as the sharp desire made me throb in hidden places. Something pooled in me and I realized, to my dismay, that I was wet there.
What was happening to my body?
“Are you okay?” he lifted his head to look at me, concern clouding the passion in his gaze. “I’m sorry if I went too far, I’ll stop?—”
“No,” I panted, curling a hand around his neck to keep him with me. “I’ve never felt so alive in my entire life, please don’t stop.”
Confusion replaced his concern. “Then what is it?”
“I’m—” I swallowed, feeling the embarrassment flush my entire body, but I truly didn’t know what was happening to me, and I trusted him. “Something’s wrong with me, I’m… I’m wet.”
Naughtiness surged out of him, the smirk fully capturing his pouty mouth. He reached for my jaw, stroking my bottom lip with his thumb. “There is nothing wrong with you,Cuore mio.You are absolutely perfect.”
“Then what’s happening?” I whispered; feeling the wetness grow and spread between my legs, dampening my panty.
“Your wolf is in heat…” he answered simply, briefly kissing my lips. “You are wet because you want me inside you, and your body is getting ready for me.”
Confirming his words, my wolf stirred inside me, increasing my fervor and longing for him.
Holy shit. Iwasin heat.
“May I feel you?”
