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I heard her moan. It wasn’t in pain.

We fell into a rhythm quickly. Long, steady strokes. She moved with me, slowly at first, then it was as if we’d done this a hundred times. She was perfect around me. The ecstasy of being inside her was incredible. My body thrummed in pleasure. She made noises of delight, clutching at me. Our mouths fused together, our breath mingling. She gripped at my back and shoulders. I grasped the headboard, beginning to move harder, faster. Needing deeper. Needing everything she could give me. I took and took until she shattered. Crying out in her release, the timbre of her voice low and raspy. Choked with desire.

And I came. Hard, cursing, sweating. Thrusting until I couldn’t move anymore. Coming harder than I had ever done in my life. Grunting her name, praising her, whispering how beautiful she was.

And then, I collapsed in her arms.

For a moment, the room was quiet except for our harsh breathing. I lifted my head and kissed her, adoring her with my mouth. “All right, Little Bee?”

She hummed, tugging on my head so I lay on her chest. “I’m good. That was…incredible. Is it always like that?”

“No. But for us, yes.”

Silence descended. I shifted and lay on my back, drawing her to my chest. “Sleep now. I have you.”

She tightened her grip on my torso. “I have you right back.”

Her words made me smile as I drifted off.

Chapter Fourteen

BRIANNA

Wrapped in Dante’s arms, I was still processing what had occurred. Nothing had prepared me for sex. Sex with Dante. He was like the thunderstorm outside, consuming me. The clouds and power coming together to envelop me. I had no idea orgasms could feel so intense. The few I’d given myself had been fleeting and weak, leaving me wholly unsatisfied. But with him, it was as if my body had come alive for the first time. Everywhere he touched blossomed and expanded. Everything he did brought me pleasure. Even that first moment of discomfort had a special meaning, because it was him. It was us.

He sighed, the sound rumbling in his chest. I tilted up my head, looking at him. His hair was in disarray, his scruff heavy. I thought of how it felt brushing against my skin. Rough, yet soft. His lips pursed as he slept, and I recalled the possession of his mouth on mine. How those lips sucked at my breasts, nipped at my neck, and devoured mine. Like a man starving and I was his last meal.

For the first time in my life, I felt sexy. Desirable. He woke something in me I didn’t know existed.

I wanted more.

I carefully eased off his chest, studying him. The soft light behind me enabled me to see his muscles and sculpted chest. His arms were thick and strong, his neck corded. He was handsome in an unusual way. His brother, Carolina’s dad, was good-looking in a softer way. Dante was all angles and shadows, with a high forehead, strong nose and chin, and a long face. I still caught a flash of the dimples high on his cheeks when he smiled a certain way.

I laid my hand on his chest, feeling the strength beneath my fingers. He was solid and vibrant. Gently, I traced a finger along his sternum, feeling his muscles shift under my touch. I paused where the blanket lay draped over his stomach. Glancing up, I froze when I realized his eyes were open, his intense gaze focused on me. “If you keep going, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

I glanced down, not surprised to see the blanket tenting. I slipped my hand under the covers, wrapping it around him. He was surprisingly soft to touch. Steel under velvet. He groaned as I stroked him, a low hiss escaping his mouth.

“Little Bee, you are playing with fire.”

“Maybe I want to get burned.” I shifted upward so our mouths were close. “If I asked, would you do that again?”

“Do what again?” he asked with a small smile.

“Take me?”

He cupped the back of my head, his large hand warm on my scalp. “Say it, Brianna. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you inside me again.”

He groaned, and I smiled as I pressed my mouth to his, knowing exactly how to get him going. “If you think you can possibly do that, old man.”

In a second, I was under him, his mouth ravishing mine.

I got him going, all right.

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I traced his chest, our legs entwined. I rubbed my calf along his, and he chuckled. “Careful, little girl. You must be sore, and I have no self-control around you.”