Her hands sank into my hair; my palm swept beneath her top and over her stomach.
We kissed like we were drowning, and the other person was our only source of oxygen. Wild. Frantic. Desperate.
And it still wasn’t enough.
I needed more of it. More ofher.
“Dante.” Her soft cry when I cupped her breast almost undid me.
“Keep screaming my name, sweetheart.” I kissed my way down her neck and chest, eager to map every inch of her body with my mouth. I closed my mouth around a clothed, peaked nipple and pinched the other between my thumb and forefinger, eliciting another moan of my name.
Approval rumbled in my chest. “That’s a good girl.”
I made my way down her stomach to her thighs, my journey languid despite the need raging through me.
I smelled Vivian’s arousal before I tugged her shorts and underwear down, but the sight of her pussy, so wet and ready and fuckingperfect, hit me like a shot of pure heroin.
“Please.” She panted, her grip strangling my hair when I nipped the soft skin of her inner thigh.
My cock pulsed so hard it ached, but I didn’t touch it, too focused on the glistening temptation in front of me.
“Please what?”
I received only a whimper in response.
“Please eat out this pretty little cunt of yours?” I taunted, my voice soft but the words rough. “Tongue fuck you until you beg me to let you come? You have such a smart mouth,mia cara. Use it.”
“Yes.” The word was half plea, half demand. “I need your mouth on me. Dante,please.”
This time, the sound of her voice, moaning my name, in that way,didunravel me.
I pushed her legs further apart and delved in like a man starved. I focused on her swollen clit, licking and sucking until her cries of pleasure crescendoed to the edge of pain.
Vivian writhed and bucked, begging me to stop one minute and keep going the next. She was dripping all over my face, and I couldn’t get enough.
I was addicted to the taste of her, to the way she sounded when I buried my tongue inside her and the way her back arched off the bed when she finally came with a full-body shudder.
I waited for her trembles to die down before I touched my tongue to her sensitized clit again and gave it a slow, leisurely lick.
“Hai un sapore divino,”I murmured.
“No more,” she pleaded. “I can’t…oh God.” Her protest split into another moan when I slid two fingers inside her up to the first knuckle. I kept my mouth on her clit and slowly worked my way up to the second knuckle before I pulled my fingers out and pushed them back in.
In and out, faster and faster, my mouth still exploring her clit until she drenched my face and her sharp cries filled the room again.
My cock throbbed in time with my pulse as I pushed myself onto my knees.
Vivian stared up at me, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving from the aftermath of her orgasm. A light sheen of sweat misted her skin, and her face was so full of trust and satiated pleasure it made my gut twist.
No one had ever looked at me like that before.
Just like that, a cold trickle of reality pierced my fog of lust.
It suddenly hit me who we were and what I’d done.
We weren’t a normal engaged couple. She was the daughter of the enemy, and I’d beenforcedinto this engagement, even if she didn’t know it.
I wasn’t supposed to like her, much less desire her.