Page 119 of Savage Ambition

Dante’s face showed the strain of his self-control as his muscles tensed while waiting for me to adjust. The burning stretch had faded to a dull pressure.

“You okay?” Dante asked, his voice tight with restraint.

I nodded, not trusting my voice. The vulnerability of being so exposed left me speechless.

He covered me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. “Tell me when I can move.”

I took a deep breath, testing the sensation. My body clenched, pulling a groan from his throat that spiked my arousal.

“Now,” I said. “Please.”

He withdrew slightly before pushing back in. The slow friction left me aching for more.

“Are you okay?” Dante asked, studying my expression.

“Yeah,” I breathed. “It’s different. Good.”

He smiled, repeating the slow motion. “It gets better.”

Each thrust pushed a little deeper than before. The initial discomfort burned away into a rushing heat.

He shifted his angle to brush against that perfect spot again, pulling a strangled sound from me.

“There it is,” he murmured with satisfaction.

The sensation rippled through me. My hands scrambled for purchase, digging into his shoulders. “Do that again.”

He obliged, rolling his hips to strike the exact spot. My cock hardened against my stomach. “More,” I groaned. “Faster.”

“Not yet. Let your body adjust first.”

I wanted to protest, but the next deep roll of his hips silenced my argument.

“This is everything I hoped it would be,” he murmured, dipping his head to press a kiss to my collarbone. “You’re perfect.”

His words sent a flush of heat through me. No one had ever spoken to me like that before. My body responded by clenching around him.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Do that again.”

I repeated the action, intoxicated by the groan it tore from him.

He retaliated by wrapping his hand around my cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts.

“Dante,” I gasped, my voice breaking.

“I’ve got you,” he promised, his strokes matching the rhythm of his hips.

The pressure built inside me, deeper and more intense than before. I could only whimper his name as I held on.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he said, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. “You’re taking me so well.”

I lifted my hips to meet his movements. “I can’t,” I panted. “It’s too much.”

“You can take it,” he assured me, his hand on my cock never faltering. “I know you can. Show me how much you want it.”

My hands swept over his back and shoulders, mapping the hard muscles sliding under my palms.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?” Dante asked.