Page 114 of Vow Of Fire

“Jesus, Ophelia,” he groaned, burying his face briefly against my neck like the sensation physically hurt him. “You feel so… fucking good.”

“So do you,” I whispered, my hands going around his neck.

He was still buried deep inside me, and I felt every inch of his rock-solid cock as I quivered around it.

It felt so right. Like he belonged there.

I closed my eyes, my head dropping back.

“Look at me,” he demanded. “I want to watch you light up.”

I opened my eyes and stared at him.

“That’s my girl.”

Slowly, he pulled out and I groaned, before he surged forward again, filling me instantly. Still sensitive from his mouth, I trembled beneath him as the embers burning inside me burst into flames once again.

I clung to him helplessly as the rhythm between us intensified and his control frayed more with every passing second. The headboard struck against the wall, our breathing turning ragged and uneven as the pressure inside me climbed higher and higher.

I gripped onto him as pleasure crashed through me in hot, staggering waves.

“Christ, I can feel you coming,” he growled.

My orgasm triggered his and I dragged him over the edge with me. His whole body tensed before he let out a rough groan and exploded deep inside me.

His uneven thrusts only intensified the pleasure still crashing through me, until we were both shaking and breathless, completely spent.

Only then did he close his eyes and collapse against me.

I woke up from a deliciously sexy dream to find my head resting on Dante’s shoulder and his arm around me. Somehow, I’d flung my arm and leg over his naked body under the sheets.

Memories of last night flooded my brain and I froze, unsure what to do. I was naked too, my body languid and drained after all the orgasms he’d given me.

I could feel his chest hair against my cheek, his abs softened with sleep under my hand, and his hard, hairy leg underneath mine.

Our bodies were so close that his thigh was pressing between my legs, right where I was already so sensitive, and my bent knee was resting on…

God. I’d forgotten just how impressive he was first thing in the morning.

The man was rock hard and twitching beneath me.

If I moved, I was sure to wake him, and I didn’t know if either of us was ready to face what had happened last night.

I decided the best thing to do was to extricate myself as gently as possible and scoot over to the other side of the bed. From there, I could find something with which to cover myself and make a dash for the bathroom.

I was just getting ready to make my move when he stirred, and his arm tightened around me.

Damn it. Now I couldn’t go anywhere. Not without waking him up fully.

I felt him shift his hips a little bit. His thigh moved upwards and I had to resist the urge to rub against him. Already, my nipples were hardening.

Great. Now I was awake and very turned on—and couldn’t get away from him to go back to my room and regroup. Or take a cold shower.

I thought about last night. The way he’d felt sliding into me, the way he’d locked eyes with me as we’d come. Together. How he’d emptied his hot seed inside me until we were both spent and trembling.

It had been the best, most intense sex I’d ever had.

I got the feeling very few people had seen Dante like that.