Page 101 of Vow Of Fire

“Need to feel you,” he rasped, pulling me down.

I pulled my underwear to the side, thankful for the elasticity in the material, and we both groaned as I sank down onto his waiting length. It felt so good, so right, that for a moment, neither of us moved. He filled me so completely that I couldn’t think about anything other than the hard, full length of him inside me.

“Fuck, baby.” His arms wrapped around me, and his mouth came down on mine.

Enveloped by his strong arms, with his tongue deep in my mouth, and his cock sheathed so completely inside me, it wouldn’t take long. We hadn’t even moved yet, and already I felt myself pulsating against him.

“I need you to move,” he rasped, tugging at my hips.

I lifted back a little and then sank down again, his groan all the incentive I needed. He was close too. I could feel him swelling and growing inside of me.

He guided my movements now, holding my hips down as though he couldn’t bear even an inch of distance between us. My stomach muscles contracted and my whole body trembled, and after another few thrusts, I was shaking like a leaf in a storm.

I cried out with each downward thrust, getting louder as the pressure inside me built to breaking point.

Then I was falling… tumbling over the edge in rolling, glorious waves.

“Fuck, Ophelia,” he growled, as I spasmed around him, my own orgasm triggering his. “Ah, fuck!”

He tensed, then pummeled into me in a series of desperate, hard thrusts as he let go. I heard him give a rough, raw grunt as he surged upward, his fingers gripping me so hard they’d leave bruises.

The brutal action made me see stars behind my eyes, and I screamed his name and hung on as I spiraled into the abyss.

Afterward, Dante rested his head against my chest, breathing hard. His arms were still locked around me like he had no intention of letting go.

We’d given ourselves to each other, and I knew this wouldn’t be the last time either. Something had shifted, and for the first time since this nightmare began, I didn’t feel afraid.

27

THE ASSHOLE

Dante

Iopened my eyes and stared into hazy emerald-green pools. Evelyn was clutching me, her body still trembling. Her pale skin glistened in the bedside lamp, and I swear I’d never seen anything so goddamn beautiful.

My brain was trying, and failing, to deal with the explosive release I’d just experienced. Endorphins were rushing through me, my heart was pounding like I was about to go into battle, and I felt hyped up and on edge, yet exhausted at the same time.

And deep inside, there was a warmth that I hadn’t felt before.

As we both came down to earth, I found myself staring at her, at a loss for words. Not a problem I was used to. She was still breathing hard, but her gaze held questions. The problem was I didn’t have the answers.

I didn’t know why I wanted her so badly, or why I’d given in to the longing. Again. All I was sure of was that sex with Evelyn just got better and better the more times we did it. It was the complete opposite of what usually happened.

Maybe it was the way she looked at me, like she needed me. Like I was somebody worth having. Fuck.

Slowly, I lifted her off me and set her gently on the couch.

“Dante…” she whispered, but I couldn’t talk to her right now. I needed time to process, whatever the hell this was. I was reeling from the desire, the need, the whiskey, and the goddamn sight of her coming apart on my cock.

“Let’s talk in the morning,” I said, as I stood and pulled up my jeans, my voice way too fucking husky.

She gave a tight nod, and even though I wanted to lean over and plant a kiss on her forehead, I didn’t. She’d been so fucking beautiful, felt so fucking good wrapped around me, a part of me didn’t want to walk away. That same stupid part wanted to take her to bed and fall asleep with her curves tucked into my side. So that when I woke up in the morning, I could do it all over again.

Jesus Christ.

I dragged a hand through my hair. “I’m going to bed.”

And being the asshole I was, I left her there, shivering and naked, staring after me.