Page 53 of Vow Of Fire

I suddenly wanted to slide my fingers over it, feel the dampness of the cotton. Feel her. She saw me looking and shut her legs with a snap, color flooding her cheeks.

“Are you enjoying this?” I asked quietly.

“Of course not. You’re crazy.” But she couldn’t look at me. “I want to go home. You don’t need me anymore, so you can let me go now.”

I tore my thoughts away from that wet spot. “If you’d been at home, you’d be dead now.”

She swallowed as the truth of what I’d said landed.

“If you’d done what your family wanted you to, I’d be dead too,” she shot back, putting a hand on the couch to push herself to her feet. “You’re as bad as whoever the hell they are.”

I was worse. I didn’t have to know who they were to know that.

My hand closed around her arm and she froze. I felt the heat radiating off her body, the warm scent of her skin. Every part of her, from her trembling lips to her hardened nipples, told me how aroused she was.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“To bed.”

“I don’t think so.”

I pulled her forward so she landed on top of me, her breasts flattening against my chest. I gripped her hip while my free hand slid between her legs.

“I knew it,” I murmured, as my fingers connected with wet panties.

She gasped. “What are you doing?”

“Sweetheart, you know exactly what I’m doing. What you wanted me to.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

But she was shaking. Her whole body trembled at my touch, which only spurred me on more.

She let out a breathy moan and I almost groaned. That sound was for me. My cock strained against my pants, but I ignored it. Now wasn’t the time.

I slid my hand from her hip, over her ribcage, and up to the nape of her neck. Holding her there, I finally crushed my mouth to hers.

God help me, she tasted every bit as good as I’d imagined.

For a brief moment, she tried to pull away, but I wasn’t letting go. It was my turn to show her who was boss. I’d allowed her too much leeway. Time to turn the tables.

She gave an angry moan, which I absorbed with my mouth, swallowing the sound. My fingers stroked the outside of her panties. She was so wet I could feel the outline of her lips. The angry moan changed to one of pleasure and she gasped, opening her mouth.

I took the opportunity and delved in, thrusting my tongue inside and kissing her so hard that her knees buckled and her entire weight collapsed onto me. I leaned back against the couch to accommodate her but didn’t break the kiss. Nor did I stop stroking.

I felt the moment she succumbed. Her body relaxed, her lips softened, and her thighs spread wider, giving me better access. A surge of triumph spread through me, and I fought the urge to escalate, to dominate. My own release would have to wait. This was about showing her who was really in control.

I curved my fingers under the elastic edge of her panties and felt her gasp again, but she didn’t pull away. Not this time. I slid a knuckle along her slit and felt her shudder. Christ, she was wet for me.

She moaned again, and the vibration against my lips sent my blood roaring. A surge of desire so strong it caught me by surprise uncoiled in my chest and spread downwards to my loins.

If I wasn’t careful, I was going to lose it and come right here on the couch.

I focused on her instead, sliding a finger between her delicate folds.

“Oh God,” she murmured against me as I grazed her hard little bud with my thumb. “Oh God, Dante.”

My name on her lips. It shocked me how much I loved hearing it.