He growled against her throat.
"Yes." He bit her earlobe, tugging with his teeth. "And tonight I'm going to make sure you know exactly what that means."
Their mouths crashed together.
His tongue swept against hers, claiming, and she tasted the wildness in him. She kissed him back with equal desperation, her hands fisting in his hair, pulling hard enough to hurt. He groaned into her mouth, a low broken sound that made her grind harder against him.
This time there would be no stopping.
His shadows curled around them both, lifting her away from the wall. Cool tendrils wrapped around her thighs, her waist, sliding against her skin like silk. The sensation made her shiver. Cold where his body burned hot. Smooth where his hands gripped rough. They moved with intent, caressing her through her clothes, dipping beneath her neckline to stroke the tops of her breasts.
The world dissolved into darkness.
Shadow travel. She'd experienced it before, but never like this. Never with his mouth still on hers, his hands gripping her hips, hisshadows stroking her skin while the realm blurred around them. It lasted only seconds, but by the time solid ground reformed beneath them, she was dizzy with want.
They tumbled onto the bed together. She landed on her back with him between her thighs, and the weight of him pressed her into the mattress. She could feel his cock straining against his pants, pressing into the soft flesh of her inner thigh. Hard and thick and insistent.
"Too many clothes," she panted against his mouth.
He pulled back. Eyes blazing. "Then do something about it."
She reached for his shirt with fingers that trembled. The fabric tore under her urgency. She heard the stitches give, didn't care. Just needed skin. Her palms found his chest, mapped the hard planes of muscle, the scars that told stories she'd learn later. He was burning hot beneath her hands. When her nails raked down his chest, leaving red trails in their wake, he hissed through his teeth and his hips jerked against her.
"My turn," he growled.
His hands found the laces of her gown, but his patience lasted all of two seconds before shadows joined in. Cool tendrils sliced through fabric like blades, baring her skin inch by inch. The dress fell away in ruined pieces until she lay in nothing but her thin chemise.
He sat back on his heels, looking at her. His eyes traced over her breasts, nipples already hard and visible through the sheer fabric. Down the flat plane of her stomach. To the damp patch between her thighs where she'd soaked through.
"You're wet already," he said. Voice rough with want. "I can see it. Smell it." He inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring, and his cock twitched visibly in his pants. "You smell like honey. Been thinking about me, thief?"
Her face flushed. "Shut up and touch me."
"Answer me first." A shadow slid up her inner thigh, cool and teasing. It pushed between her legs, pressed against her soaked underwear, and she gasped at the sensation. Smooth and cold and firm, rubbing slow circles against her cunt. "Have you touchedyourself thinking about me? Slid your fingers into that pretty cunt and pretended they were mine?"
"Yes." The word ripped out of her. The shadow pressed harder, and she whimpered. "Yes, damn you."
His smile showed satisfaction. "Good. So have I. Stroked my cock until I spilled into my own hand, imagining it was your tight little cunt."
The image made her breathless. Dante alone in his chambers, his fist wrapped around his cock, pumping himself while he thought of her. She moaned, hips rolling against the shadow still working her through her underwear.
He yanked the chemise over her head, baring her completely. Then he stripped off his ruined shirt, his pants, until he was naked above her.
Her eyes dropped to his cock.
Thick. Flushed. Straining. A bead of precum glistened at the tip, catching the firelight. It jutted up toward his stomach, the head swollen, veins running along the underside. Her mouth watered at the sight.
"Like what you see?" he asked.
"Come here," she breathed. "I want to taste you."
Dante
Her words nearly undid him.
He let her push him onto his back. Let her climb over him, her bare skin sliding against his, her wet cunt leaving a slick trail on his thigh as she moved down his body. The evidence of her arousal smeared across his skin. Marking him.
She kissed her way down his chest, her tongue tracing the lines of his muscles, teeth nipping at his skin. Lower. Following the trail of dark hair that led to his cock. When her breath ghosted over the head, his hips jerked involuntarily and more precum leaked from the tip.
