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The problem was that I had the distinct feeling that I was absolutely going to love it.
“You’re mine, Ellie,” he growled, and I trembled beneath him.
Then, his mouth descended upon me, his tongue lapping at my wet slit, and I was lost. His wet warmth surrounded my clit and my eyes rolled back in my head. His hands wrapped around my thighs, holding me in place and spreading me even wider.
He was unrelenting, sucking, nipping, biting, licking, and my cries grew louder and louder with every passing second.
It was a relentless assault on my senses.
It was a punishing, agonizingly sweet torture and he didn’t stop. As my moans grew more desperate, he pushed me to the edge and then pulled back. The cut of denial was as sharp as a knife, and I cried out loud.
“You taste just as delicious as I imagined you would, dirty girl,” he murmured, and my thighs clenched tight as a rush of shame passed through me.
His mouth found my clit again and he sucked hard. Then, without warning, he bit down on the little bud, and I screamed, arching off the bed and tugging wildly at my bindings. The pain was almost too much to bear, but then he suckled my clit again and my world tilted on its edge.
A deep, guttural groan ripped from the back of his throat, the vibration adding to the already mind-blowing sensation and then the heat spiraled even tighter, even faster, until finally, everything exploded, and I shattered beneath him.
I came so hard that every muscle in my body seized.
I couldn’t see.
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t speak.
I was lost, carried away in the wave of pure ecstasy, and Dante didn’t relent. Instead, he kept worrying my clit with his tongue and before I could stop it, I came again.
And again.
And again.
Until my voice was raw from screaming and until tears stained my cheeks.
When he finally pulled back, his chin was dripping wet, and his eyes were dark and possessive, but I couldn’t focus.
“Never try to run from me again, my filthy little whore,” he chided, and my body slumped against the bed.
“Yes sir,” I mouthed, but the world was spinning, and darkness was encroaching at the edges of my vision.
Then, I passed out.
The next morning, I woke up alone, my anger all but dissipated. The belt was gone, and I was no longer bound. There was no one beside me on the bed, but the space beside me was still warm. Maybe Dante had fallen asleep next to me, but I couldn’t be certain.
Slowly, I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
I wasn’t sure what time it was, but the sun was streaming brightly through the windows and the sky outside was a brilliant blue. My thighs tensed as I remembered the events of yesterday.
I was a mess of emotions.
My heart was so tangled that it hurt.
The encounter with Rafael in the shower left me reeling, his warmth and passion so different from Dante’s cold, authoritative dominance. Yet both stirred something deep within me, something I couldn’t deny or ignore.
I found myself wandering the room, restless and conflicted. Dante, with his icy-blue eyes and commanding presence, intimidated and thrilled me in equal measure. There was a danger to him, a power that both scared and attracted me. His touch was firm, his control unyielding, and yet, I couldn’t help but be drawn to the strength he exuded in spades.
On the other hand, Rafael’s warmth and the smoldering look in his dark brown eyes offered a different kind of temptation. His protective nature and the hint of a smile that played at his lips made him seem more approachable, yet no less dangerous. There was a charm about him, a certain charisma that was hard to resist and I couldn’t turn away from that either.
The memory of both their kisses lingered on my lips, each distinct yet equally intoxicating. With Dante, it was a dance of power and surrender, a promise of dominance that both frightened and excited me. Rafael’s kiss, however, was a blaze of heat, a seduction that promised both danger and comfort.
