Page 100 of Vow Of Fire

He massaged my other breast with his hand, teasing the nipple with his fingers. I was in ecstasy.

“Dante,” I groaned, my hands fisting in his hair.

I held him against me, wanting more. When he grazed my swollen bud with his teeth, it nearly sent me over the edge.

His cock was so hard, so solid beneath me, and I suddenly wanted to feel it, feel him inside me. I writhed on his lap, desire churning me up inside.

“Easy, baby,” he said gruffly, reaching down between us and curling a finger under the strap of my underwear, slipping it between my aching folds. I was so aroused that the slightest brush of his finger against my clit would set me off.

Shamelessly, I bucked against him.

Straightening his finger, he plunged it inside me. God, it felt good. I let out a sob, clinging to him.

“I can feel you tightening already,” he muttered, looking up at me with something like wonder. Those silver eyes glittered with a mixture of desire and satisfaction. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

I nodded. I couldn’t hide it. Couldn’t hide the devastating attraction I had for him. It wasn’t my fault, I reasoned. It was something chemical. It had to be. Two different colors that when you mixed them together, created something magical.

One thing I did know was that if he carried on sliding his finger in and out of me like that, I was going to come undone on top of him in a matter of seconds.

“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he muttered, and removed his finger.

Disappointed, I uttered a low groan.

His grin was wicked. “Don’t worry, baby. I won’t leave you hanging this time. I just want to be inside you the first time you go off.”

The first time?

His words had my insides fluttering dangerously. I clawed at his buttons, trying to pull off his shirt. I had a useless piece of silk bunched around my waist, and he was still fully clothed.

He helped me to pull it off.

I ran my hands over his broad shoulders, his impressive biceps, the badge and the dagger, and down to the twirling rose that turned his arms into a story I was only beginning to understand, and down to his taut chest with its smattering of dark hair. It didn’t help that the man was built like a god. A bronzed Apollo, the pinnacle of male perfection.

My hands moved lower, fumbling with the button on his jeans. I managed to undo it and heard his sharp intake of breath as I cupped the thick, hard length of him.

Wordlessly, he lifted his hips with me still on his lap, so I could pull his jeans down over his firm butt. I managed to tug them and his boxer briefs down and gasped as his cock sprang free, hard and heavy. Instinctively, I wrapped my hand around his velvety girth.

He fell back onto the couch and groaned, closing his eyes. I reveled in the feel of him, loving that he was giving me some control this time.

I gripped him harder and moved my hand up and down his solid length. A bead of moisture dampened my fingertips.

“Feels so good,” he groaned through gritted teeth as I increased the pace. I felt him swell in my hand.

He growled and put his hand over mine. “Stop.”

I hesitated. “Why?”

“I said stop, dammit.”

I released him. “But⁠—”

“Inside you.”

He reached for his wallet on the side table. I got it then; he didn’t think he could hold on if I continued. A heady warmth swept over me as I realized I could make him come apart too. That I also had that power over him. The same as he had over me.

He took out a condom and tore the wrapper with his teeth. Then he was pulling it on, stretching it over his swollen length.

Gripping my hips, he lifted me into position on top of him. I straddled him, knees on either side of his thighs.