He eased closer to my chair and slid his big, warm hand down my chest and pressed it against my heart. Heat flooded my being with so much love and blissful connection. He wasn’t mad at me. He didn’t think I was screwing with his head.
He pressed me backward through the chair and into his body standing right behind me. He hugged me through the chair, and I couldn’t stand the intensity of that movement.
I picked up his hand and kissed his knuckles again. If that simple gesture didn’t make him understand how much he meant to me, nothing would. It was a classic show of loyalty and surrender, and I wanted to give him that from the bottom of my heart.
I never wanted to stop kissing his hand, but I had to see him. I had to drink in the sight of him standing behind me.
I rotated around in the chair, still clutching his hand. I raised my eyes to see him rising above me in a wall of muscle all the way to his stern, chiseled face.
He looked so different from Dominic. He had his own unique heart and nature. I could never mistake one for the other. Each one occupied a different place in the depths of my being. How could I live for so many years without these men?
I kissed his hand again and ran my other hand up his stomach to his chest. He felt so big, so solid, so eternal. I wanted to touch and love and worship every part of him.
He caressed one fingertip down my cheek to rake my hair out of my eyes, and then his fingers slid into my hair. They clenched in a fist against the back of my neck.
I rocked in his grip and descended totally into his power. If he walked away from me now, I couldn’t do anything to stop him. I wanted him as though my life depended on it, but I didn’t want him to take me if he felt any reservations about it.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his smoldering face. Didn’t he see how I felt about him? Didn’t he see how totally I had fallen into his power?
He moved my head back and forth with a gentle shaking motion, and my body swayed in his grip. His intense, soul-searching gaze left me totally exposed, and I transmitted all my love and yearning ache through my eyes. Didn’t he see? Didn’t he know how much I loved and needed him?
I sobbed in agony when he leaned over and started kissing me. He devoured my lips in passionate bites, and his tongue thrust into my mouth with such deep, commanding licks that he took my breath away.
He controlled my head with that hand in my hair, and I melted in his grip. He could turn my head any way he wanted.
He maneuvered me closer or pulled me away according to his desires. I was completely and utterly his to go as far with as he pleased… or not as he wished. I no longer cared as long as he wanted me for something.
His other hand came down on my shoulder, and I succumbed under the devastating heat and power of his touch. He stroked down my arm to my waist and dug his fingertips into my spine.
He steered me without words to rise in the chair. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he lifted me out of it. I turned on my knees to face him, but the chair got in the way.
He kept lifting me higher until he picked me up entirely. I felt myself gliding through space, coming nearer to him all the time, and then I latched onto him as though I would never let go.
His large, commanding hand closed around my ass and gripped me hard. He sealed me to him, and I strapped my legs around his waist. He held me up while we kissed. His hands ranged all over my body, from my ass to my hips to my breasts.
I whined in anticipation, feeling the explosive heat rising between us. He didn’t hold back anymore, and his fingers in my hair crammed me down harder on his mouth. We both gasped and panted for air in the torrential passion of that kiss that never ended.
He grunted every time our lips came apart, and he groaned in desire when he squeezed my breasts. He wanted me! Was he really going to go all the way, or would he pull away again?
I didn’t care. I was here for anything he wanted. Every touch of his hair and every squeeze felt like a dream come true. Any part of him was enough for me, and every second excited me out of my mind.
He eased back just enough for me to see his eyes. He was Dante, the man I loved. He was uniquely Dante, the only one of his kind. He was everything I dreamed of and more.
He tore off my mouth and dove into my neck. He bit down hard, and I yelped in pain and sudden exhilaration. The pain of his spanks thrilled me with their forbidden erotic charge. That bite ran up to my ear, over my scalp, and into my brain.
His fingers tightened on my ass and snuck closer to my crack. Was he about to tear my clothes off and do me right here on the table?
He took a few steps, but I couldn’t see what he was doing while his teeth mauled my neck. He still clenched his fist in my hair and pried my head back with animal ferocity.
He swiveled around and went down on his knees, still holding me against his mighty chest. He set me down on the same chair and straightened up.
He drilled me with that brutal stare that put the fear of God in me. I trembled before that stare, but my excitement exploded again when he started yanking off his jacket.
He felt even more powerful and unstoppable now that I saw him bent on actually going through with this. I grabbed his tie and started tugging it loose.
He ripped the buttons of his shirt apart, and I gave up on the tie. I had to touch his chest. I had to trace the indentations of his muscles flexing while he pulled his clothes off. His body swelled to something godlike in the strength and determination of his passion.
I could hardly sit still, but he pushed my arm away and took hold of my T-shirt hem. He tugged my shirt over my head and then looped his massive arm around my waist.