"Liar." His voice was filled with dark satisfaction. "Your body tells me the truth even when your mouth won't. I can smell how wet you are."
Oh hells.Her face flamed, but her hips tilted toward that teasing touch, seeking more contact.
"All that defiance, all that fighting," he continued, his mouth trailing down to her collarbone. "You were just waiting for someone strong enough to make you yield."
"I don't yield to anyone."
"No?" His shadow pressed directly against her core, rubbing through her soaked underwear, and she couldn't stop the sound that escaped her. "Then why are you dripping?"
Damn him. "Dante?—"
"That's not an answer."
He tore the chemise away, leaving her bare except for her stockings and the ruined scrap of fabric between her legs. His eyes raked over her, hungry and possessive.
"Look at you. Spread out on my bed like an offering."
She should have felt vulnerable. Exposed. Instead, the way he was looking at her, like she was the most desirable thing he'd ever seen, made her feel powerful.
"Are you going to look all night, or are you going to do something?"
His smile was predatory. "Demanding little thief."
Then his mouth found her breast, and she stopped thinking.
Dante
She was goingto be the ruin of him.
The way she looked right now: flushed and wanting beneath him, hair spread across his dark sheets, her body arching toward his mouth. It was taking every shred of his control not just to take.
His teeth caught her nipple, tugging with just enough pressure to ride the edge between pleasure and pain. She cried out, spine curving off the bed, and the sound went straight to his cock.
More. He needed more of those sounds.
He sucked her nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling, while his shadow continued to rub maddening circles against her cunt through her underwear. The fabric was soaked through. He could feel her heat even through the material.
"Dante, please?—"
"Please what?" He switched to her other breast, biting down just hard enough to make her gasp. "Tell me what you want, thief. Use your words."
"I want—" She broke off in a moan as his shadow pressed harder. "I want your mouth."
"You have my mouth."
"Lower."
His cock throbbed at the demand. His demanding little thief was finally asking for what she needed.
He kissed his way down her body, taking his time. Mouth tracing over her ribs, her stomach, the jut of her hipbone. His shadows kept her wrists pinned while new ones spread her thighs wide, holding her open for him.
He tore away her underwear and just looked at her.
Her cunt was slick and swollen, glistening in the firelight. Pink and perfect andhis. He'd thought about this more times than he'd ever admit. Wondered what she'd taste like, what sounds she'd make, whether she'd be loud or quiet when she came.
"Beautiful," he murmured, and his breath against her sensitive flesh made her whimper. "Do you have any idea how long I've thought about this? Tasting you?"
"Dante, please, I need?—"
