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"My legs are stuck," I whimper as they start to tingle.
He lifts off me and I squirm, unfolding my legs. Blood rushes back, leaving pins and needles behind. He kneels between my legs, running his hands up my sides, taking my shirt with him. Leaning down, he kisses me gently.
"I'm going to strip you down and take my time devouring you," he murmurs against my lips. "I'm going to show you exactly how much I love the way you taste."
"Promise—" My gasp cuts off my words as he sucks on my nipple through my shirt.
He chuckles as he cups my breasts, kneading them as he wraps his lips around my other nipple. My back arches, fingers spearing into his hair. This is what I was missing—what I was afraid of missing. I thought if I pretended I wasn't horny, then it would just go away. I got too much into my head, and I fucking hated it.
"I promise you'll love it. And so will I."
His fingers slide under the hem of my shorts, pulling them and my panties off. I press my legs together, blushing. Before the lights were off, only the moonlight filtering through the window. Now the lamps around the room are a spotlight seemingly pointed straight at my vagina.
Dante drops to his knees next to the bed, then slips his warm hands between my legs and pries them open. I'm not trying to resist him, but nerves skitter up my body. Grinding on him in the dark is one thing. Having his face shoved between my legs is something completely else.
"Do you want to stop?" His breath coasts across the sensitive skin on my inner thigh.
"Uh, no?" I keep my gaze on the ceiling.
"That sounded like a question, angel. Look at me."
I glance down, preparing myself for the wave of embarrassment that's sure to come. His dark eyes bore into mine, demanding I spill my secrets. I can't pull my gaze from his as he kisses his way up my thigh, then nips at my flesh and I shiver.
"Do you want me to stop?" he repeats, raising an eyebrow.
"No," I gasp, my pussy clenching around nothing.
He grins, his nose nudging my clit as he switches to my other leg. He starts again, running his mouth from my knee to the juncture of my thighs. When his eyes flick to mine again, I bite my lip, legs already shaking. His hands grip my knees and he yanks me to the edge of the bed, my ass almost hanging off, and I yelp.
"Relax, angel," he whispers.
I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly, and my muscles unclench one by one. He guides both my legs over his shoulders and glances at my face one last time, smirking.He buries his nose in my pussy, licking me from core to clit.
"Holy shit."
He groans, then does it again, and my body jerks. I don't know if I'm trying to get away or force him closer. Either way, I've never felt like this before. His arms trap my thighs, keeping me still as he devours me. His tongue circles my core, then spears into me, and I cry out again.
I squirm, heat building in my gut as he swirls around my clit. He hums as he laps up the wetness. I moan and my fingers grip his hair. Something comes over me and I grind my pussy into his face. I'm pretty sure he's chuckling, but his tongue never slows. Then his finger thrusts into my core, stroking several times before he adds another one.
Rocking against him, my eyes fall closed as my orgasm builds. He mumbles something, but I can't hear him over the roaring in my ears. When he sucks my clit in his mouth, I fall over the edge, shuddering out my release. He licks me as I come down, fingers still curling inside of me.
I huff, my hands falling from his hair as I stare aimlessly at the ceiling. He licks me one more time and my pussy spasms before he pulls his hand away. His arms fold over my stomach and he rests his chin on them. I can feel his eyes on me, but I'm still floating above my body, a weightlessness infiltrating my bones.
"Well?" he asks, laughter tinging his tone.
"Well indeed."
His chuckle rings through me, filling some void I didn't even know existed inside me. I can only hope it stays that way.
Twenty-Five
Dante
"What the hell you mean, he's missing?" Jenkins bellows from behind his desk.
His office isn't large enough for the dozen council members, plus me and Aelia, who's stuffed in the corner. She vacated her chair ten minutes ago when a fistfight erupted between two men. Being stuck across the room, standing behind Jenkins like a personal bodyguard, I couldn't get to her. Thankfully, she slipped away seconds before it started.
"I'm sorry, sir, but he left in the middle of the night without a word to anyone," a nervous-looking man says. I’m pretty sure his name is Timothy, but I haven’t been cataloging their names.
