her soft curves, twining her fingers in his long dark hair. The scent of musk and soap and coffee clung to his skin. His arousal pressed between her thighs and made her instantly wet. He lowered his head until his lips stopped an inch from hers.
"You belong to me."
He kissed her. She opened her mouth, reveling in his dark, heady taste as his tongue swirled around hers and claimed her. She moaned as he nipped the sensitive curve of her lower lip, then delved back in to play. Her nipples grew tight and hard, and he stroked her breast with talented fingers that caused ripples of desire to shoot down her body to her pulsing center.
He tore his mouth away from hers. Pulled back. Quickly shucked off his jeans and his underwear until he was gloriously naked. Then took her breasts in his mouth.
She panted his name as he sucked and licked and teased. He plumped her breast, tasted her nipples, and circled the aching tips with his tongue. Slowly, kissing and tasting every inch of her skin, he worked his way down her belly, and along the curve of her hips. He nibbled at her flesh, as he pushed her thighs wide so she was exposed to him. Her nails curled into the bed as he sunk lower and blew a hot breath over the damp pubic curls, parting her swollen folds. His hand rested on her belly.
Pulling at her jeans, ripping the button, rough hands grabbing at her stomach, reaching further down...
"Wait!" Her mind processed the floating images as her body craved to surrender to her lover. Selina panted for control, as two visuals fought for dominance.
"It's okay, sweetheart, it's just me." Gentle fingers stroked her belly, her hips, and her thighs. His voice brought her back, anchored her to the bed, and relaxed her nerves. "Just let go and let me pleasure you. Look at me."
She looked down and saw him lay between her sprawled thighs. The raw intimacy of the scene struck her full force--the depths of her trust and love for the man in her bed. "Dante."
"That's right, sweetheart. Just me. Not them."
Her mind emptied. Her muscles loosened. She became aware of her arousal, of how close he was to the throbbing bud needing attention. A wicked smile curved those lips, even sexier since his mask hid the rest of his face. "Lay back, baby. I've been dying to know how you taste."
His head lowered.
Selina arched as his hot tongue slid inside her swollen folds and bestowed pleasure. She made little mewling sounds in the back of her throat as he tasted her, played with the throbbing nub, and then slipped his fingers into her wet channel, testing her heat. The orgasm grew closer but he held it back, until her head thrashed against the pillow and she begged for release.
He slid back up her body and took her lips. She tasted herself on his tongue and heard the rip of a wrapper as he rolled on the condom. Dante paused at her entrance with his long, pulsing length.
"Not them, Selina."
She gasped. "Not them."
"Look at me."
His gaze drilled into hers with a piercing intensity that crashed past her barriers to seize her very soul.
"Only me."
He claimed her. She shuddered as he filled every inch of her in one smooth thrust. He paused, allowing her to get used to the complete invasion. Her fingers dug into his back as the delicious tension seized every muscle.
"Okay?"
"Yes." Selina panted. "More."
He cursed, then moved. Pulling all the way out of her clinging heat, he set a slow, easy pace until her body softened and gave beneath him. For every inch of her surrender, he picked up the tempo, until she squeezed him mercilessly for more, lifting her hips as he brushed and teased the sensitive nub and kept her at the edge of climax.
She chanted his name as he brought her closer, then reached down between their bodies to rub.
"Now. Give me everything."
She climaxed hard and held tight to his shoulders as waves of pleasure crashed over her, through her, demanding everything she had. She gave it all to him in that instant. Her surrender. Her release.
Her
"You belong to me."
He kissed her. She opened her mouth, reveling in his dark, heady taste as his tongue swirled around hers and claimed her. She moaned as he nipped the sensitive curve of her lower lip, then delved back in to play. Her nipples grew tight and hard, and he stroked her breast with talented fingers that caused ripples of desire to shoot down her body to her pulsing center.
He tore his mouth away from hers. Pulled back. Quickly shucked off his jeans and his underwear until he was gloriously naked. Then took her breasts in his mouth.
She panted his name as he sucked and licked and teased. He plumped her breast, tasted her nipples, and circled the aching tips with his tongue. Slowly, kissing and tasting every inch of her skin, he worked his way down her belly, and along the curve of her hips. He nibbled at her flesh, as he pushed her thighs wide so she was exposed to him. Her nails curled into the bed as he sunk lower and blew a hot breath over the damp pubic curls, parting her swollen folds. His hand rested on her belly.
Pulling at her jeans, ripping the button, rough hands grabbing at her stomach, reaching further down...
"Wait!" Her mind processed the floating images as her body craved to surrender to her lover. Selina panted for control, as two visuals fought for dominance.
"It's okay, sweetheart, it's just me." Gentle fingers stroked her belly, her hips, and her thighs. His voice brought her back, anchored her to the bed, and relaxed her nerves. "Just let go and let me pleasure you. Look at me."
She looked down and saw him lay between her sprawled thighs. The raw intimacy of the scene struck her full force--the depths of her trust and love for the man in her bed. "Dante."
"That's right, sweetheart. Just me. Not them."
Her mind emptied. Her muscles loosened. She became aware of her arousal, of how close he was to the throbbing bud needing attention. A wicked smile curved those lips, even sexier since his mask hid the rest of his face. "Lay back, baby. I've been dying to know how you taste."
His head lowered.
Selina arched as his hot tongue slid inside her swollen folds and bestowed pleasure. She made little mewling sounds in the back of her throat as he tasted her, played with the throbbing nub, and then slipped his fingers into her wet channel, testing her heat. The orgasm grew closer but he held it back, until her head thrashed against the pillow and she begged for release.
He slid back up her body and took her lips. She tasted herself on his tongue and heard the rip of a wrapper as he rolled on the condom. Dante paused at her entrance with his long, pulsing length.
"Not them, Selina."
She gasped. "Not them."
"Look at me."
His gaze drilled into hers with a piercing intensity that crashed past her barriers to seize her very soul.
"Only me."
He claimed her. She shuddered as he filled every inch of her in one smooth thrust. He paused, allowing her to get used to the complete invasion. Her fingers dug into his back as the delicious tension seized every muscle.
"Okay?"
"Yes." Selina panted. "More."
He cursed, then moved. Pulling all the way out of her clinging heat, he set a slow, easy pace until her body softened and gave beneath him. For every inch of her surrender, he picked up the tempo, until she squeezed him mercilessly for more, lifting her hips as he brushed and teased the sensitive nub and kept her at the edge of climax.
She chanted his name as he brought her closer, then reached down between their bodies to rub.
"Now. Give me everything."
She climaxed hard and held tight to his shoulders as waves of pleasure crashed over her, through her, demanding everything she had. She gave it all to him in that instant. Her surrender. Her release.
Her
Similar Books
