“It’s too late, Gia. I gave you a chance, and you didn’t take it. Now it’s my turn to show you everything I want to do to you.”
He lowers his head.
40
Dante
I bury my nose in the folds of her pussy. Every muscle in her snaps with tension. Her pelvis rises off the bed. I move my shoulders just enough to hold her down, pin her to the mattress. To shove her legs even wider until she is spread apart for my delectation. For my worship. For my gaze. Only mine. “Mine.”
I growl the word out against the warmth of her clit. Her hips shudder. I hook my arms under her thighs, wrap my fingers around her hips, and hold her there.
“Dante.” Her voice bleeds over me. Her chin trembles.
I sense a hesitation in her. I’d seen how she’d held herself back earlier. The myriad emotions that crept over her face before she’d given herself up to me. And yet that is not enough. She’s submitted her body. Her essence is fused with mine. Not enough. I want her will, her every thought to be one with me. I want to know what she’s thinking, what she’s going to do next. I will not be happy until she’s yielded everything to me. Until I’ve broken her all over again and rebuilt her…and again. The awareness sinks into my blood. My cheeks heat. I raise my gaze and peer up from between her legs. Her silver eyes blaze at me. The color from them has faded until they are like mirrors of lust that reflect back all her doubts, her needs, her emotions…all of which belong to me.
“Do you trust me, Gia?” I hold her gaze.
Her forehead furrows. Some of the lust in her eyes clears. “What…what kind of a question is that?”
“It’s simple. We’ve come this far, yet you’re holding back from me.”
“I’m not.” She lowers her chin. Some of the color fades from her cheeks.
“I can sense it, Gia.” I reach out to her through the mating bond. Pulse a jolt of awareness at her. It crawls toward her, through that combined silver-blue essence that is us, then fades away.
She flushes then. The color sweeps up her breasts, her throat, to circle her cheeks.
I tilt my head. “You still deny that?”
Her gaze slides away. Her shoulders push back into the mattress. Her hands go slack on either side. She shakes her head. “Do you blame me?” She bites her lower lip. “Something is changing me from the inside out. A few days ago, I was a human with the Bureau of Shifters. My only goal was to guard my principal, the leader of Moscow. And now…” Her chin trembles.
“Now you are mated to me. You are Fae.”
“I no longer know who I am.” The words pour off her.
The anguish slams into me. I stay where I am between her thighs.
“You are mine.”
“So you keep saying.” She meets my gaze, her own troubled. “What does that even mean?”
“It means I can hold you whenever I want.” I squeeze the rounded flesh of her butt.
Her thighs flex.
“It means I can scent you whenever I feel the need.” I lower my nose to the cleft between her juicy lower lips and inhale.
Her hips shudder.
“It means I can taste you, and eat you out and nothing, no one, not even you can stop it.” I run my tongue up from her back opening, all the way up to her clit.
She moans. Her fingers lower into my hair, and she yanks at the strands. Tingles of pleasure pull at my scalp, down my nape. My spine goes taut. I curl my tongue around the bud of her clit and bite down.
She mewls her approval.
Her body rises off the bed. Her knees fold up to frame my face. I slide my hand up the outside of her thigh, down her calves, then fling her ankle over my shoulder.
“Dante, fuck.” The moan drools out of her.
“And only I get to do that to you,” I growl against her swollen flesh.
My words seem to turn her on even more.
Moisture flows out from her slick channel. I lap it all up. The taste of her sinks into me. Sweet, so sweet.
I need her. She’s my mate. And I’ll do anything to keep her with me.
I lower my head and thrust my tongue into her wet channel. In, out, in. I sense her body tremble, even as another moan dribbles out of her. Even that is not enough. I will not stop until she shatters around me and then I’ll put her back together only to claim her again, and again.
I will do everything in my power to keep her with me. I bite the swollen nub of her clit, and she shatters around me. Her fingernails dig into my scalp. A trail of fire shoots down my neck, down to the base of my spine. My balls feel heavy, and I know then I must have her. But first I need to make her come. I need her to be so high on me, so full of the pleasure that only I can give her, so drunk on my essence that nothing and no one can come between us again. I thrust a finger into her weeping channel and another. Her entire body rises off the bed. I feel the trembling sweep up her legs, over her belly, feel her tense. She wraps her legs around my back, and her heels dig into my skin, and then she screams my name.
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Gia
“Dante,” I hear his name from far away and realize it’s me who is calling him. There’s a ringing in my ears. My eyes roll back. The most intense pain twists my insides…it’s so sharp, it’s like the best emotions of my life blended together. A tinge of hope, a morsel of pleasure, all of it spiked with danger.
His energy pulls at me, filling me with intense hope and need all at the same time. I feel like I am flying through the air. Blue and silver sparks explode behind my eyes, then silence.
I drift back to earth, slowly. Every part of me grows heavy. Surely, this has been, “The most intense spiritual experience of my life.”
“You’re welcome.” He raises his head. Then climbs over my inert body to block me with his arms on either side of me.
Heat burns my cheeks. I crack open my eyelids to find his face right over mine. Blue eyes flaring with lust, his skin stretched over his cheekbones. A sheen of sweat covers his forehead. A bead trickles down his temple and plops on my throat. Little flickers of pleasure radiate out over my sensitized skin. Another trembling grips me. I open my lips to tell him to stop. The skin around his eyes bunch. He lowers his head and sweeps his tongue over my mouth.
Fuck! The taste of him, musky and spicy, and that sweet, sugary scent of my arousal bleeds into me. It’s like some kind of magic potion, an elixir of our emotions. The brush of his tongue over mine, his mouth capturing my lips, the hard planes of his chest that pin me in place, the weight of his shaft that knocks against my dripping pussy, all of it is too much.
Too fast.
It’s not enough. It’ll never be enough.
A low burn starts in my belly. My skin crackles like it’s on fire. “I need you,” I try to form the words, but they are lost against the assault of his mouth. I’d been wrong all along. I’d thought I could fight against his complete domination, that I could go toe to toe with him and hold him back. That I could wrest back some semblance of control, hide away some part of who I am from him. I’d been going about this all wrong.
The only way to survive him, survive what we were becoming, is for me to give in. Submit. Let him overwhelm me. Give myself up to him one hundred percent. Let him take me, possess me, break me. Only this time I am going to do it willingly. This time it’s me who is going to set the pace. This time I am the one who bares my soul, my mind, my body, my all to him. This time I subsume into him, to be reborn.