Page 40 of Vow of Hate

But instead of kissing me on my mouth, Dante grabs my legs and parts them before placing his face on my stomach.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Kissing your lips. Your lips down here.” His eyes lock right with mine as he lowers his mouth between my legs. His tongue licks over my nub. The sensation is a lot lighter and less intense than the vibrator but its better.

I gasp and buck my hips into his mouth. I can’t believe I’m letting this happen and yet, I don’t want it to stop. I want to feel everything.

I was held back my entire life. Shy. Afraid to speak up. And now that Dante has awoken something inside of me, I can’t shut it down.

He licks my nub, knowing exactly what to do. Without my hair in the way, I can feel everything. Experience everything.

“Oh,” I moan as I rock my hips into his face. Dante presses his lips harder against my nub and folds. I feel much more on display than when he used the sex toys on me. That’s because this is Dante touching me. Truly touching me for the first time.

It’s electric. It’s like a live wire is floating all around my body. I need more, more, more.

Dante parts my legs wider and kisses me harder. It’s like he’s trying to consume every part of me. Claiming me.

I know I shouldn’t let this happen but it feels too good. Just let me get lost in the pleasure.

He lets out a low growl as he runs his tongue along my folds. He slips it down to my entrance and inserts it inside of me.

I gasp.

His tongue doesn’t fill me up the way the dildo did but it still feels good. Light and airy like I’m on a cloud of pleasure.

Dante keeps his eyes on mine as he thrusts his tongue in and out of me.

“Oh, oh, oh!” I cry out. For someone who was always shy, it feels good to use my voice. Dante encourages it. Dante wants it. Dante won’t judge me for it.

He brings his tongue back to my clit and flicks it. My hips rock into his face in a steady rhythm.

He reaches up and grabs my breast, squeezing it hard. I moan louder. The pain and pleasure he can show me. It’s addictive.

Dante lets my breast go and grabs my thighs so hard, I think they might bruise. That’s ok. It can join the rest of the bruises I still have on my body.

“Come for me,” he demands. He licks me from my entrance up to my clit. I can’t hold back my moan. “Come for me, Sienna.”

His command sends me over the edge. My orgasm rushes through me with an intensity I didn’t know was possible. Somehow, it’s more intense that than the orgasms I experienced from the sex toys.

I slump onto the bed, catching my breath. My ribs hurt but I push the pain away. I don’t want to feel any more pain.

Dante sits up and wipes my arousal from his chin. “Tell me. Was that better than the vibrator?”

“It was different. I liked both.”

He frowns. “I should never have introduced sex toys to you. I never knew you’d like them so much.”

“I liked what you did to me. It was just different from the vibrator. That’s all.”

His eyes sweep over my body before he gets up and turns his back to me. The instant coldness in the room shocks me after what we just did.

“You shouldn’t have liked it,” he says. “My mouth on your pussy. You shouldn’t have liked it.”

“I don’t understand.”

Before he gives me any answers, he storms out of the room.

And doesn’t lock the door.