A shiver bleeds down my spine. Every part of me knows I am right. There’s a complete giving in to him… by choice.
I raise my chin, then hook my leg around his thigh.
A ripple of awareness runs down his back. I drag my heel over the curve of his taut butt. His shoulder muscles flex. He tears his mouth from mine then raises his head to peer into my eyes.
“What do you want?” A slow smile curls his lips.
That smirk, that wicked smirk that tugs his mouth and turns his features into that of the Devil…it sends a surge of heat tingling over my skin.
“Fuck me, Dante.” My throat feels raw. Like I’ve been screaming, which I have. Only it’s been for him. Only him. “Take me until I can’t think straight, walk straight, until I cannot do anything except revel in your essence, your scent, your taste.”
The blue in his eyes fades, leaving silver sparks behind. They flare, filling his irises with heat, with love. Lust. So much lust. “I want it all,” I breathe out the words.
“And you’ll get it.” He lowers his body, so his weight presses my smaller frame into the bed. “Every single beautiful, filthy thing that I want to do to you… You’ll take it all. And you’ll ask for more. And I’ll keep breaking you and remaking you and taking you again, until every time you are reborn, you can only think one thing. Feel one thing—”
“You. I want you inside me, Dante.”
His lips peel back, and his canines drop.
Primal lust tightens my skin. My nails lengthen, and blood thunders at my temples. I thrust my pelvis up into him, but he’s already there. He sweeps his hand down my side to grip my hips. Then he shoves his big thighs between my legs, angles my hips up, and slams into me.
A scream tears out of me. His throbbing arousal fills me to the brim. The walls of my channel clench around his hardness. His turgid dick stretches me until I am sure he is going to cleave me in half.
It’s as if he’s pouring his life force into me, piercing me and making me his irrevocably. Every part of me flares to life. Every pore in my body opens up to him. My heart hammers, and warmth pools in my chest.
He hovers over me, his biceps trembling as he holds up his weight over me. “The things I want to do to you, Gia.” His nostrils flare. Color rushes to his cheeks.
“Promises, promises.” I curve my lips. And there it is—the proof that I have lost my mind. Clearly, I want to entice the beast in him.
“You asked for it.” His jaw tightens.
He holds my gaze then slides out slowly. The ribbed skin of his dick scrapes over my sensitive inner walls, and tendrils of heat crawl over my skin.
He pulls out another millimeter.
I can’t stop the whine that dribbles out of me. I sound like someone who is losing her mind, or perhaps for the first time, I am finding out exactly who I am. A female who wants to be taken and possessed, who doesn’t want to hold back anymore. His shoulders flex, and I swear it’s as if he knows my every single thought.
“What are you waiting for?” The words are torn out of me.
“Your complete submission.” His voice coils around me.
“Wha…what do you mean?”
My pussy clenches around his dick, betraying what I just said.
“Oh, you know what I want, don’t you, acushla?”
Yes. “No.” I shake my head.
He yanks out of me then. All the way out.
I am instantly empty. A moan wheezes out of my lips. The tip of his swollen shaft stays poised at my entrance.
He hovers over me, balancing the weight of his upper body on his powerful arms.
“I told you what I want from you already.” Blood rushes to my cheeks. My belly tautens. Everything inside me waits for him to take me, claim me, do with me as he wants.
“It’s not enough.”
“What do you mean?” I can read the intent in his eyes, yet I don’t want to accept it.
“Show me how much you need me.” He slides back from the bed to stand.
I feel his loss in every inch of my body. My belly trembles. I rise to my knees, as if unable to keep away. My gaze sweeps over his chest, down his concave stomach to where his shaft thrusts out toward me. The flesh glistens with our combined juices. The musky scent of our arousal is tinged with an electrical sweetness that I can almost taste.
I slide forward, and he moves back. A low growl rips through me. He takes another step back, then another. His shaft stands up, the vein on its underside is prominent. He grips his dick, then drags his fingers to the base, gripping it, holding it up. “You want this, Starlight?”
A keening sound catches in my throat. I can’t trust myself to speak. My brain feels like it’s lost the ability to piece words together.
He squeezes his dick and a drop of precum trembles at the tip.
My mouth waters.
I swing my legs off the bed, and my feet hit the floor with a thud. The scent of his arousal deepens. Earthy, complex, it drives me a little out of my head. I can’t take my eyes off his dick. The way his groin tightens, his thigh muscles clench. He cups his balls, and my throat closes. I increase the speed of my steps. He moves back, all the way back until he’s almost at the door. Then widens his stance. Sweat trickles down my back. Moisture pools between my legs. My belly tautens. Fuck, I am losing my mind.
He quirks one side of his lips. “Giving up so soon?”
“No.” My heart races. Adrenaline spikes my blood. My ears lengthen, and blood thuds in my veins. The hair on my arms rises. I know he is going to teleport a second before the outline of his body begins to fade.
I spring forward, closing the gap between us.
That core of energy coiled tight behind my ribs unfolds. I draw on it, following the mating bond that leads to him. I pull the energy through me, letting it fill my veins, my cells, overflowing me. It consumes me, and I teleport after him.
42
Dante
I teleport out of the room and into the grounds of the safe house. Near the spot where she'd tried to clamber over the wall, not too long ago. So I am greedy that way. I want her to realize that she is coming to me this time of her own volition. She still has a choice; if she wants to leave, I won't stop her. I'll probably not survive the trauma either. But this time there is no hiding what I feel for her. What we are to each other. This time when I take her there will be no holding back.
The energy pours back into me, and my cells knit together.
Even before I’ve fully formed back, the wind whistles over my skin, and I know she is moving toward me.
Her hair streams behind her. Her lips are peeled back, and her canines drop. She is magnificent, my mate, and she is all mine. She moves so fast it seems like her feet almost don’t touch the ground. I stay where I am until she is almost upon me, only then do I turn and move.
A low growl sounds behind me. I bend low, and she leaps over me, alighting just a few paces ahead.
Her toes touch the ground, and then she swivels around to face me. Her skin glows; the energy pours off her in waves. Her breasts thrust out, and her belly firms.
“Stop teasing me.” She lowers her voice, speaking in those slow subvocal tones that Faes often use with each other. Does she realize that she’s coming into her powers?