The first taste of him, salt and heat, makes my core clench. I take him in slow, tongue flat against the underside, and the groan that rips from his chest is raw and wrecked.
His fingers tighten in my hair, curling, but he doesn’t push. He’s letting me set the pace, and the restraint is costing him. I can see it in the cords of his neck standing taut, the way his teeth grind.
I take him deeper. Hollow my cheeks and suck, and his hips jerk off the bed.
“Cazzo.” He pulls me back by the hair, firm but careful.
“Stop. I’m going to come down your throat and that’s not where I’m finishing tonight.”
My core throbs at the words. I release him with a wet sound that makes us both shudder.
“Where are you finishing?” My voice doesn’t sound like mine. Lower. Ruined.
His intensity blazes. “Inside you. So deep you feel me for days.” His thumb traces my lower lip, slick with him. “Ride me,tesoro.Now.”
I slide my panties down my thighs. Kick them off the edge of the bed.
The IV pole rattles when my foot catches the tubing, and I freeze.
Dante reaches over and unhooks the IV line, tosses the sensor clip aside. The heart monitor flatlines into a steady drone.
“They’ll come running,” I say.
“Then we’d better be fast.” The corner of his mouth twitches. “Cazzo,I’m kidding. Gia put me on wireless two days ago. Come here.”
He holds my hips, stroking the sensitive inner skin, and his gaze drops between my legs.
“You’re soaked.” The gravel in his voice scrapes through me. “I can see it. I can smell you from here and it’s making me ache.”
My face heats, but I don’t look away. His focus on me there, hungry and unashamed, makes my clit pulse in time with my heartbeat.
I reach between us. Wrap around him.
He hisses, hips bucking up, and I stroke once from root to tip. Velvet over steel. Hot.
“Tighter,” he commands.
He covers me, squeezing until I hold him the way he likes.
“Just like that. Fuck.”
I stroke again. A bead of precum pearls at his slit, and I swipe through it, spreading the slickness over the swollen head.
His abs contract. A groan tears from deep in his chest.
“Enough.” He catches my wrist, pulling me off him. “I’m finishing inside you, not like this. Get up here.”
I don’t make him tell me twice.
I rise up on my knees and position myself above him. The head of his cock nudges my entrance, and we both go still.
The anticipation is its own torture. I’m slick, dripping onto him, and I can feel him twitch against my folds.
“Look at me,” he orders.
I meet his gaze. Dark and blazing and certain. Not the Don. Not the mask. Just the man who chose me with a ferocity that should scare me.
It doesn’t.
