Finally, when my body sagged into the mattress, completely spent, he looked down at me, his eyes dark with need, and lips curved in a wicked grin.
“Now it’s my turn.”
Chapter 14
Dante
The way her mouth formed the perfect fucking O while I buried my cock deep inside her was the most amazing sight. I loved the way her face flushed, her skin all pink and beautiful. Sweat beaded like tiny pearls on her chest, her eyes languid with pleasure. This was what I had been missing all these years. Every time I had seduced and bedded women in search of something that would feed the craving, tame the need, was for naught. Only now, while I stared down at Layla beneath me, her pussy clenching me tight, did I realize it was just her. It had always been her. Only she had the power to fill the emptiness which stemmed so deep in my fucking soul.
Every kill I had ever made was also an attempt to find what I had been missing. I thought cruelty and cold-heartedness might be the cure, but it wasn’t.
She was.
She was my cure. Being without her had been my illness. It disabled me. But now…now I felt whole. I felt complete while I was inside her—one with her.
Her fingertips lightly scratched the back of my neck, and I smiled. I wasn’t done with her. I gave her what I knew she needed. Now she would give me what I needed.
I sat up. “Turn around.”
Her eyes fluttered open, ecstasy brightening the color of her amber irises. Without a word, she turned around, lying flat on her stomach…and then I saw it.
“Oh, my God, Layla.” I reached out and softly touched the skin between her shoulder blades. Earlier in the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of the tattoo, but only now did I see what it was.
My fingertips traced the black inked lines. The face of a wolf. An exact replica of the image tattooed on the top of my hand. I placed my palm flat on her back, identical art engraved on my skin. No words could have described the feeling that flooded through my chest—the warmth that spread through my veins.
“It’s beautiful,” I murmured, still staring at it in awe.
She glanced over her shoulder but didn’t say a word. She didn’t have to. The ink on her skin spoke a thousand goddamn words, but most importantly, it told me this woman was still mine. That she had always been mine. By God, tonight I would reclaim all of her.
Biting my bottom lip, I allowed my gaze to caress every inch of her body, slowly moving down, admiring the view of her glowing skin and firm ass. My palms itched.
I slapped her ass, and she yelped, the sound making my cock twitch.
“I haven’t forgotten.” I rubbed over the red handprint on her skin.
“What haven’t you forgotten?”
“How much you loved it when I used you.”
Her hips bucked, and she pushed her beautiful ass up and out, the pink flesh of her pussy teasing me, taunting me with glistening temptation. She was searching for it. My touch. Something to ease the ache. And I gave it to her as I slipped my fingers through her wet cunt, her cum clinging to her wet lips.
“I remember how you used to scream for me. How you enjoyed every moment when I unleashed my most carnal desires on your body.”
“Dante,” she breathed, “you’re going to make me come just by fucking talking.”
I let out a laugh. “I love how easy it is for me to tempt you, to seduce you into submission.”
Her hips fell back to the mattress, her body squirming over the sheets.
“Is that pussy of yours searching for it, Layla?”
More squirming. “Yes.”
Softly, I traced my fingertips down her back, across the tattoo, all along her spine while I took my cock in my other hand, squeezing tight. As my hand reached her ass, I slapped again, harder than before. Layla whimpered, and I pumped my cock up and down in my palm. My body was electrified, my most primal instincts stemming from the marrow, possessing me completely.
I wanted to claim.
I wanted to dominate.