Growling, I pin her down and trap her against the mattress, her arms held above her head by one of my hands. My other hand skims her hips as she writhes beneath me.
Her movements make my cock harden.
She’s a temptress, and I cannot deny her pleasure.
Any thought of sleep is gone for both of us as I bury myself deep inside of her warmth. Her legs wrap around me, pulling me tighter.
I capture her lips.
I need her.
Want her.
She’s my own brand of drug, and my lips crash hard on hers, my tongue pushing inside of her mouth.
Her moans are soft. Her hips match my thrusts, her back arching off the mattress. Her body is clawing at me without the use of her hands, pulling me tighter, desperate for release.
“Dante,” she rasps my name between heated kisses, and her insides clamp down, trembling and pulsating.
It’s enough to drive me over the edge with her.
Fuck.
Gasping for breath, I collapse onto the bed and roll off her body. I don’t want to crush her or the baby growing inside of her.
Losing her isn’t an option. Not now. Not ever.