"I know what you need."
His tongue traced a slow line up her slit, and she nearly came off the bed.
She tasted like heaven.
Sweet and musky andhis, and he couldn't get enough. His tongue explored every fold, every dip, learning what made her breath stutter and what made her moan and what made her thighs tremble around his head.
"Oh hells—” Her hips bucked, seeking more contact. "Dante, please?—"
He pinned her hips with one hand, keeping her still while his tongue circled her clit. The little bud was swollen and sensitive, and when he sucked it into his mouth, she screamed.
That’s it. He wanted to hear her.
His shadows held her thighs wide, preventing her from closing them, from escaping the relentless assault of his mouth. He could feel her building toward orgasm. The way her breathing turned ragged, the way her hands fought against the restraints.
He pulled back.
"No!" She actually sobbed with frustration. "Dante, don't you dare?—"
"Tell me who you belong to."
"I'm going to kill you?—"
He pressed his tongue flat against her clit and gave one long, slow lick. Then stopped again.
"Who do you belong to, thief?"
"You, damn it! I'm yours, I'm yours, now please?—"
He rewarded her with two fingers sliding inside her cunt while his mouth returned to her clit with renewed intensity. She was tight—so fucking tight—and hot and drenched, her walls clenching around his fingers like she was trying to pull him deeper.
"That's it," he murmured against her flesh, working his fingers in and out. "Good girl. Take what you need."
The endearment made her clench harder. He filed that away for later. Many, many uses later.
He curled his fingers, finding that spot inside her that made her back arch, and sucked hard on her clit. She shattered.
Her orgasm crashed through her, her whole body shaking, her cunt spasming around his fingers while she screamed his name. He kept his mouth on her through every pulse, drawing it out, wringing every last shudder of pleasure from her body.
Only when she went limp did he finally pull back, releasing her wrists from their bindings. She reached for him immediately, hands fumbling for his waistband with urgent need.
"Need to touch you," she breathed. "Need?—"
He let her.
Her hands were shaking, her whole body still trembling with aftershocks, but she worked his pants open and wrapped her fingers around his cock.
Hells.He was so hard it hurt. Her grip was so warm and eager, stroking him with clumsy urgency.
His head fell back, a groan tearing from his throat.
"That's it," she breathed, echoing his earlier words. "Good Reaper. Take what you need."
His eyes snapped to hers, blazing. "Careful, thief. That mouth is going to get you in trouble."
"Promises, promises."
She stroked him again, twisting her wrist at the head, and he nearly lost control. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, and she used it to slick her movements, her thumb rubbing over the sensitive head until his hips jerked involuntarily.
