Page 82 of Vow Of Fire

I reached up and grabbed her head, crushing her to me. She was destroying me. Any thought I had of distancing myself vanished as she nipped my lower lip, not as hard as I’d done to her, but it stung nonetheless.

With a low growl, I picked her up and carried her through to the bedroom.

It was dark, so I placed her on the bed, then leaned over her to turn the bedside lamp on. I wanted to appreciate every inch of her gorgeous body and watch as she came apart beneath me.

I shrugged out of my jeans, hissing as my dick sprung fully loose. Damn, that felt good. I was so fucking hard I could feel the throbbing deep in my groin.

“You have exactly five seconds to get that sweatshirt off before I rip it to shreds,” I warned her.

She pulled it off and was about to unclip her lace bra when I shook my head.

“Not that.” I wanted to be the one to do that.

But not yet.

Pushing her back down, I took her erect nipple into my mouth and sucked on it through the sheer material.

“Oh!” She tossed her head to the side.

I nibbled her engorged bud until the fabric was soaking wet. She was making soft mewing sounds, and I could see her stomach muscles fluttering as they locked up, then relaxed, then tensed again.

Reclaiming her mouth with my own, I kissed her long and hard, even as I pulled down her leggings, along with her underwear. I got it halfway down before she kicked them off the rest of the way. Her bra followed in quick succession.

Then her legs were entwined around mine, her body pressed into me, soft and curvy in all the right places. Jesus, she felt good. My cock prodded her pussy, eager to be sheathed in her heat.

“I need to be inside you,” I gritted, breaking away from her mouth. My plan had been to take my time and enjoy her body, but we both needed this release.

And I was way too fucking far gone to pull back now. I knew without a doubt that I wouldn’t be able to hold it together if I went down on her. One taste of that sweet pussy and I’d lose it right here, and I wanted to be inside of her when that happened. Deep inside.

There’d be time to taste her later, after we’d satiated ourselves. When our need wasn’t so urgent.

I was about to bury myself inside her when I remembered… Jesus, how could I forget?

“Shit…” I muttered, tearing myself away.

She groaned, but only because of the sudden lack of contact between us. I reached into my jeans pocket for my wallet and pulled out a condom. With a frustrated growl, I tore it open and pulled it over my straining cock.

I saw her eyes widen at the sight of it and felt a need so primitive, I couldn’t put it into words. All I knew was I had to be inside this woman. Now.

I had to possess her with every last throbbing inch of me. I had to drive her to heights of pleasure she’d never experienced before, and I had to empty myself deep inside her hot, slick sheath.

Only once I’d done that would I be able to break the spell she’d cast over me.

I lined myself up at her warm, wet opening and gazed down at her. Christ, she was beautiful, her hair spread out behind her, her pale skin glowing in the lamplight, those luscious full lips parting just for me.

Lowering myself onto her, I claimed her mouth with mine at the same time as I slid my cock inside her. She was so fucking tight I could hardly breathe. I felt her stiffen, her legs gripping me tightly.

“Relax, baby,” I murmured into her ear. “Breathe for me.”

I wasn’t fully sheathed yet, and already I could feel her inner walls locking down around me.

She let out a long breath and I felt her relax enough for me to drive all the way in.

“That’s my good girl.”

A tremble shook her body as I possessed her completely.

“Oh God, Dante. Feels so good,” she moaned, bucking her hips.