“I’m yours.” The words escaped my lips with a breath. “I’m yours, Dante. I’ve always been yours.”
A finger slipped inside me, and I moved my hips, wanting it deeper, harder. His thumb moved over my clit, and I gasped as pleasure spread through me like wildfire.
“I’ll make love to you until you come.” He pushed his finger inside me again. “And then I’m going to fuck you until I do.”
I dug my nails into the skin of his back. There was nothing I wanted more at that moment. I forced aside every thought, every inhibition that would keep me from surrendering. Truth was, all I wanted to do was surrender my everything to the man I had always loved. I wanted him so badly, it hurt. My insides were coiled tight with anticipation, my body primed for seduction and pleasure. All I wanted, all I needed…was him.
I moaned when his finger slipped out of me, only to softly move down my thigh, hooking his hand under my knee to jerk my leg up, spreading me wide open for him to see.
“Don’t move.”
He got up, and I watched with untainted desire as he removed his clothes. He was much bigger than I remembered. There were tattoos inked across his skin, barbed wire wrapping around muscular arms, a huge tribal circle inked over the place where his heart was.
Ripped abs were roped across his abdomen, the V that disappeared beneath his pants more prominent than when we were first together. Just looking at him had me writhing on the sheets, needing him on top of me, and inside me.
He dropped his pants to the floor, standing naked in front of me, his hard cock demanding my attention, causing everything inside me to tighten.
“Right here, right now, there’s no one but me and you.” He eased onto the bed. “Right here, right now, it’s only us and our desire for each other.” His gaze moved across my naked body, pausing between my legs. “Right here, right now, all I’m going to do is reclaim what’s rightfully mine. You, your body…your pussy.”
I couldn’t speak. My mind was a jumbled mess of naked bodies, ecstasy, and pleasure. All I could do was watch him, look at him while he crouched and dragged his tongue all the way up my inner thigh until…fuck me…his tongue glided over my outer lips. I grabbed the sheets in my fists and moaned, struggling to contain the pleasure, struggling to stay in control.
“God, I missed this. I missed tasting you on my tongue.” With his fingers, he spread my lips open, the tip of his tongue teasing my clit until my body started to shudder. The pleasure it shot all the way through my body was so intense, it was almost painful.
“Don’t come. Not yet,” he ordered before dragging his tongue all the way from my clit down to my opening and back up again. “I want you to come around my cock, but I need to get my fill of your taste first.”
“Dante, please.”
“Shhhh.” The sound vibrated against my sensitive flesh, and I squirmed, feeling as if the pleasure had the strength to break me in half. He didn’t speed up. He didn’t lick or suck any harder. It was like he savored my taste, dragging out every second of it by slowly driving me insane with his lips and tongue.
“If you don’t put your cock inside me right now, I’ll be coming on your tongue.”
A low, guttural moan came from the back of his throat. “God, I missed that dirty mouth of yours.”
As he moved up, he wrapped his hand around my knee, bringing it up with him, pressing it between us.
I felt the head of his cock nudge against my entrance, my eyes fluttering closed as my body braced itself, waiting to be filled.
Dante stilled. “Don’t you dare close your eyes, Layla. I want you to look at me as I claim you. I want you to see me when I possess every part of your body.”
And then he pushed forward, entering me with one slow, deep thrust.
“Oh, God,” I cried, my back arching off the bed.
Slowly, he pulled out again, before sinking back in. “Jesus. How is it possible that you feel even better than I remember?”
My nails raked down his back, and I closed my eyes only for a second.
“I told you to look at me,” he demanded and thrust forward, the head of his cock reaching the deepest part of me. The more he moved inside me, allowing me to feel every inch of him sliding against my inner walls, the more my body squirmed in its pursuit of sexual delight. Moans slipped from my lips, my mind nothing but scattered thoughts of carnal desire and indulgent sins. With every thrust, Dante reminded me who I belonged to—who owned me. Him. It had always been him.
I started to pant, struggling to keep my eyes open as I felt the heat of my orgasm pool between my legs. “I’m going to come, Dante.”
“Then come. Just don’t close your eyes.”
All it took was one more thrust, one more stroke of his cock inside me, and I broke into a million pieces of undiluted ecstasy. I cried out and my body shuddered, shaking while the climax possessed me. The faster he moved, the more intense it felt as pleasure moved up my spine, crashing against every bone.
“There’s my girl.” He smiled victoriously as he stared down at me. “I love the way your face flushes whenever you come. The way your eyes show your pleasure.”
His lips found mine, his tongue sweeping through my mouth as I slowly came down from the high of sexual indulgence. With his kiss, he carried me through it, allowing me to stay in the fog of ecstasy for as long as possible. It was bliss in its purest form, and I wanted to stay in that moment forever.