Page 165 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

“What about Dante?” she asks.

“I don’t speak to him as much as you think. Ahren might know the answer to that.”

Sienna nods. “Maybe, but he just said even Dante doesn’t know why he did what he did.”

“Sometimes absence makes the heart grow fonder. I’m sure he’ll come back someday.” It’s not much comfort, but it’s the best I can offer her.

“Hmm, I hope soon. So anyway, what about you? Don’t you want to complete your graduation?” she asks.

“I think I’ll be the dropout this time. I don’t think there’s much more the Academy can teach me. Besides, I’m twenty-one; you’re still young.”

“Not that much younger,” she says with a playful nudge.

“The age gap does feel smaller now, true,” I reply with a smirk, kissing her forehead, inhaling her scent; the rich, intoxicating scent consuming my senses. “Your dream… What happened?” I ask after a moment.

I sense her mood darken as she slowly sits up and looks down at her mug, sighing heavily. “It’s hard to explain; it was the dome… Things are getting worse. The Will within needs something, and it’s calling for me, but that’s their plan… I know I need to go there, but I have to make sure I don’t fall into their trap. In my previous vision, she said she would make sure we are never one. They mentioned control, and I think it’s this – the dome. I need to control it; I think I’m the only one who can.”

She turns, straddling me smoothly, and instantly my body reacts. My breath catches slightly as she settles herself directly over my cock, the heat between her thighs making it throb beneath her instantly.

Fuck.

She smiles faintly at my reaction before moving closer, her free hand sliding up my chest slowly, and I have to force myself to focus on what she’s saying instead of how fucking good she looks sitting on top of me like this.

Or how good this feels.

Or how badly I want to drag those tiny shorts off her and bury myself inside her until neither of us can think straight.

“There’s something… Ahren was warned to stay away, and yet you are being summoned,” I murmur thoughtfully, trying to keep my thoughts somewhere other than her body as I gaze into those alluring red eyes. “There’s got to be something about you in particular.”

“If only I knew,” she sighs softly, though her attention drifts to my lips. The tension in her expression fades slightly as her fingers trail over my shoulder, her eyes darkening. “As much as I want to continue this conversation, let’s think about that when we return home.”

A slow smirk tugs at my lips.

I lean back further into the chair, placing my mug down before taking hers carefully from her hand and setting it beside mine. Then my hands settle firmly on her hips as I tug her fully against me, my mouth brushing slowly along her neck.

“I think I can live with that,” I murmur against her skin. “Because right now I want a taste of you.”

A soft breath escapes her as I kiss along her collarbone, taking my time, enjoying the way her body immediately melts against mine. Her fingers slide into my hair whilst her hips begin rolling slowly over me, grinding against my cock through the thin fabric between us and sending sharp pleasure rushing through my body.

“Fuck…” I breathe quietly against her throat. I grip her hips harder, guiding her movements slightly as she rocks against me again, slower this time, teasing enough that my jaw clenches. Heat coils lower and lower in my stomach as her breathing grows uneven, her lips parting softly every time I kiss another sensitive spot along her neck.

She drives me fucking insane.

My hand slides lower between us, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her panties before pushing them aside slowly. The second I touch her properly, she gasps softly, her body jerking against mine.

She bites her lip as I rub her slowly, deliberately, watching every expression that crosses her face whilst she continues grinding against my hand and cock at the same time.

The combination nearly fucking destroys me.

She presses her forehead against mine as quiet moans escape her lips, her juices soaking my fingers as I continue to pleasure her. I kiss her deeply when another moan escapes her, swallowing the sound as she kisses my neck, before sucking hard on the skin.

Every reaction she gives me feels addictive. The way her thighs tense and the way her fingers tighten in my hair.

“Fuck, Darling…” I murmur against her mouth, my voice roughening dangerously as her hips move faster against my hand.

She kisses me harder in response, desperate and needy now, and she lets out a soft whimper when I circle my thumb over her clit, my fingers still curled inside of her.

I pull back slightly just to look at her.