Page 54 of Vow Of Fire

I applied more pressure, feeling her thighs part even more as her body melted against mine. She thrust her hips against my hand and made a small, whimpering sound at the back of her throat.

I could tell by the way that she trembled above me that she was close.

Unable to focus on the kiss, she broke away, panting hard. Her eyes were bright like emeralds, her hair like flames as she gasped for breath. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

Clutching my shoulders, she writhed against my hand. I released her neck and lifted her oversized T-shirt to cup her bare breast. It felt heavy and full, the nipple tight and needy as I gave it a soft pinch.

“Oh God,” she gasped, closing her eyes.

I loved the effect I was having on her. Wanting more, I ducked my head beneath the loose fabric, capturing one perfect breast with my mouth.

She moaned as I sucked hard, at the same time sliding a finger inside her smooth, hot depths.

She cried out and I felt her begin to spasm around me. I sucked harder on her nipple as I fingered her, marveling at the tight wetness of her pussy. What I wouldn’t give to bury myself in all that heat.

I remembered why I was doing this and fought to get a grip on my own need. This wasn’t the start of something, this was a lesson. I didn’t want to do it, but it was necessary. Evelyn needed to know who was in charge.

I withdrew my finger halfway, knowing I was leaving her hanging.

“No,” she moaned, thrusting erratically above me. “Move. Dante, I need you to move.”

“Be a good girl and say please,” I murmured, breaking away from her breast.

Her eyes were glazed, her face flushed with longing as she gazed down at me. I could still feel her insides fluttering around my finger.

“You bastard,” she whispered, but she was so close. I controlled her now. One more thrust and she’d go flying over the edge.

“Say it,” I murmured, recapturing her nipple with my mouth. I grazed it lightly with my teeth and she trembled, then thrust forward with a desperate sob.

“Please,” she whispered faintly.

It wasn’t good enough. I needed more.

“Louder,” I demanded, squeezing her breast as I licked her sensitized nipple.

“Please,” she begged, biting down on a sob.

I knew then that she meant it.

Satisfied, I pulled my finger out, then drove two into her, feeling her lock down around me. She was so goddamn tight, I could barely move them, but I did it again, and again, sucking her engorged nipple, until she cried out and shattered apart on my hand.

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GOODBYE SANITY

Evelyn

My brain was mush. My body still tingled with the delicious aftershocks of my orgasm. For a long moment, I couldn’t move. I lay sprawled on top of the monster that was Dante Marcelli, breathing in his evil scent and intoxicating aftershave, feeling his heart pound in a steady rhythm beneath mine.

Oh. My. God.

What had I done?

The man I hated had given me one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever experienced. He’d kept me teetering on the edge for so long, that when I’d finally come, it had been a full-body explosion of mammoth proportions.

I’d lost myself in the glorious pulsing waves of pleasure that had flowed over me. On and on it had continued, until I’d ridden it out and collapsed on top of him.

He’d done that. And I’d asked him to. No. I’d begged him to.