“I couldn’t sleep.”
“You haven’t slept at all?” He rests on his elbow, brushing my hair behind my ears.
“I hate it when we fight.”
“That wasn’t a fight. If we ever fight, sharp things will fly in my direction.” He smirks, pushing his hand under my back to undo my bra.
“What are you doing?”
“Take it off. You’ll be uncomfortable.”
“No, I won’t.”
He dips his head to kiss a straight line from my neck to the soft spot between my breasts. “How’s my pussy?”
God, that filthy mouth of his...
“Still sore.” I squirm when his warm breath fans my abdomen as he hooks his finger under the elastic of my thong.
“I bet I can make it better.” With methodical, slow moves, he slides my red lacy panties down my legs, throwing them on the floor. “You smell so fucking edible, baby.”
He stares down for a moment, making me squirm. It’s the most intimate yet insanely erotic thing imaginable when he looks me over with hungry eyes, grazing his finger up the inside of my thigh.
He grips my hips, tugging me closer, and leans forward, his face moving between my thighs.
I whimper, weaving my fingers in his hair as his tongue drags over my folds before he latches onto my clit, drawing the sensitive flesh into his mouth.
“Oh God,” I gasp, clawing at his shoulders.
I arch my back when he pushes one finger deep into my core, using it as he would his cock... or not. He curls his finger, stroking something deep inside me, and I cry out with full-blown need.
My hips buck, and thighs clench, locking his head in-between. He groans, prying my legs open with one hand, ensuring I’m spread wide for him.
I might be the one on the verge of a violent orgasm, but I know this is for his pleasure, too. I feel how hungry he is for me, lapping and laving my clit, drawing every slight tremor out of me when I start shaking, coming so hard I feel like I’ll pass out.
My delirious moans bounce off the walls as Dante prolongs the high, his finger working inside me as he licks and sucks in a delicious, torturous rhythm.
This is addictive, the orgasm so intense and long, bordering on uncomfortable, that it’s impossible to hold onto inhibitions. Impossible to care how loud I am or who could hear. I doubt I’d care if someone watched.
“You’re so hot when you come,” he says, close to my ear, his lips on my neck. “How’s my pussy now?”
“Much better.” I open my eyes to find him hovering over me with the most arrogant smile ever.
“Told you.” He dips his head, kissing my forehead, before he moves over, wrapping his arms around me. “There was a problem at the club—”
“Um,” I move away, rising on my elbow to look at him. “What are you... I mean, aren’t we having sex?”
“Not until you’re no longer sore.”
“I’m not that sore. I’ll be okay.”
“Not until you’re no longer sore,” he repeats, pulling me back to his chest, his fingers in my hair, toying with a thick tangle. “About last night—”
“I don’t want to know. I’m not mad that you didn’t tell me. I’m mad because you treated me like someone who doesn’t know better. Next time say it’ll be better if I don’t know, but don’t act like I’m too stupid to understand.”
“You’re not stupid. You’re smarter than all the girls of my people put together. I know you’re made of a different cloth, but I’m a man. I’ll always want to protect you. I alwayswillprotect you, baby.”
I lift my head to peck his lips. “I’ll try to tone down a bit.”