Page 114 of Let Slip the Dogs of War

“If we’re going to fuck again tonight, I think you should take the reins.”

Dante laughs. “You mean you want to lie back and have me do all the work?”

“Why not?” I add another finger. Dante hisses at the stretch, but when I stop, he scowls, so I push in deeper. “But no. If you want me to ride you again…”

“I can’t…” Dante huffs. “I can’t focus right now. Let me think about it?”

I tug my fingers free. From the way he is pushing back against my hand, he is prepped enough, and his cock is leaking, his eyes desperate. Besides, he is always better when he has time to think things through.

I strip quickly, then slick my fingers again with another flicker of magic and spread that over my cock. Dante arches his back impatiently when I lean over him. I slide my cock against his hole.

“Are you ready, love?”

He grabs the nape of my neck and pulls me low. “Fuck me,” he says and takes my mouth as I push inside.

I swallow his groan, a growl rumbling in my chest. I thought it might not be too different to be inside him, not after already having fucked him before. It should not matter. But leaning back to look in his face, seeing the way his eyelids flutter when I thrust in slow and deep, reminds me of him on his back in the maze and his astonished pleasure when I did not hesitate.

Wanting him is not the issue and never has been the issue. It is not, I know, the be all and end all of what we are and will be to each other.

But it is important to him. I kiss him again, trying my best to push that feeling into our bond, and when Dante gasps and grabs my biceps, I know that he gets the sense of it. I tear my mouth away. “Nothing in my life is as important as you,” I murmur. “You. You are all I see.”

He kisses me again, nudging our noses together, and then we’re both panting, breathing in each other’s air. I drive into him over and over, and I moan when he squeezes around me, fingers tightening on my arms.

“I’m going to—Oh, fuck. I wanted to last longer than this.”

I chuckle and swipe my tongue over his lower lip. “Stamina comes with practice, I am told.” I am hardly faring better myself, after all. Stubbornness keeps me in line. Selfishly, I want to watch Dante come, and I cannot do that if I am overcome with my own pleasure.

“Please…”

“What?”

“Touch me.”

I reach between our bodies and stroke his hard cock. Dante’s hands are everywhere, moving from my arms to my shoulders to my back as he tries to pull me closer, hold me tighter. I bury my face into his neck so I can lick and bite soft skin. His cock stiffens even more in my hand, hot and hard, and he’s as close as I am, but maybe I can tip him over the edge—

“Lark!” He cries out my name and his entire body jerks as he comes. His thighs tighten around my hips, and his hole clenches, and I almost come outright, but I manage to stave the feeling off.

I lift my head to watch his face instead. His mouth is open, breaths sawing in and out of his chest. His lips are swollen, cheeks flushed. He is a vision. I make a wounded sound and drive my cock into him again.

“Don’t stop,” he murmurs. Of course I would if he asked, but I am glad he has not. I kiss his slack mouth instead and lower my body fully over his, resting on my elbows on either side of his head. Dante’s hands slide down my back until he can cup my arse and squeeze. “Wanna feel you come inside me.”

I groan and kiss him again. And again and again until the pleasure rolling down my spine coalesces and I come with my own faint cry of his name, trembling all over.

Dante kisses the corner of my mouth and runs his fingers through my hair. I slowly lower myself on top of him, and he lets out a faint huff but holds me tighter.

“I will never let you go,” I say. I am not certain whether it is a promise or a threat, but either way, Dante does not seem to mind; our bond lights up with his affection.

“Yeah, okay,” he says. He runs his thumb over the pointed shell of my ear and I shiver. “Oh? Are you sensitive here?”

I snort and gently push his hand away. “Very,” I say, and when I look at him intently, he grins.

We will go again later, but I will not push too hard now and hurt him. Besides, resting like this is nice. His arms around me and his body beneath mine are the most comfortable things I have ever felt. I pillow my head on his shoulder.

We lie there for a while, silent and comfortable. Dante does not seem to mind when I move my hands over his skin. He just combs knots out of my hair with his fingers and I am certain his mind is working, but I believe he will tell me whatever he is thinking when he is ready.

“I’m not sure where to start,” he says some time later.

I tip my head so I can catch a glimpse of his profile. “What do you mean?”