Page 84 of Dancing with the Devil

Without warning, his teeth sunk into my skin and I opened my mouth to moan. I ran my fingers through his hair as I gripped his roots. He pulled his fingers out of me and grabbed the back of both of my thighs, standing up.

He lowered me onto his soft sheets before hovering over me and I could feel the burning passion radiating off him.

His lips met mine in desperation as he gripped the sides of my shorts and I lifted my hips. He yanked them down and tossed them over his head, sending them into oblivion. Our tonguesswirled to fiery rhythm and my clit ache with the need to feel him.

“But you’re hurt,” I breathed between kisses as he slowly pulled my lace panties down.

“I’ll never be too hurt to fuck my fiancée the way she deserves to be fucked,” he breathed against my lips, slipping his hand between my thighs and I sucked in a quick breath.

His fingers trailed up my wet slit as he gathered my arousal. He dragged his fingers up and over my clit, causing a whimper to slip out of me.

“So romantic,” I teased as my hands loosened his belt. He pulled his pants down and broke the kiss, reaching into his drawer.

He tore the condom wrapper and I gripped his shoulders, pushing him back just enough to see him roll the condom on between us.

“No,” I breathlessly shook my head.There’s no way on God’s green earth that it will fit inside of me. I’m not a virgin, but I hadn’t been with someone that big before.

He seemed concerned. “What’s wrong?”

I swallowed a lump of anxiety down my throat and met his eyes. “It won’t—”

“Yes. It will,” he quickly pecked my lips as he rolled on the condom. “Trust me,” he whispered, kissing me slowly. Our kiss turned wet and desperate as our tongues glided in sync.

The pulsing between my thighs intensified when his tip brushed over my slit. I shuddered, pushing him onto his back. I straddled his lap and he seemed taken aback.

He lifted his hand and firmly gripped the nape of my neck to pull me back down. He crashed his lips onto mine and flipped us back over, pinning me down with his body. I groaned in disapproval.

Breaking the kiss, I pushed him back onto his back, pinning his wrists on either side of his head. “You won, remember?” I whispered against his lips before flicking them with my tongue.

He groaned, gripping my hips as I rolled them back and forth. I left a trail of kisses over his shoulder and down his chest.

Looking up at him, I trailed my tongue up his abs, and I didn’t miss the flames of desire igniting behind his eyes. Lust clouded his vision as he looked down at me.

I lifted myself and he gripped the nape of my neck, pulling my lips down to his. Our lips met in the most heated, lust-filled kiss. His hold on my neck tightened as he controlled the kiss.

I slid my tongue into his mouth and he sucked it. He slipped his hand between us, positioning his tip between my thighs. My arousal coated his tip seconds before he slipped inside of me. I broke the kiss, squeezing my eyes shut as I fought against the painful sting.

Slowly, he lifted his hips underneath me, allowing me to adjust to his size and I whimpered. “Open up for me,” he rasped against my lips, and I spread my knees wider. He groaned, pushing himself deeper inside of me. “Just like that.”

I rested my forehead on his shoulder and my mouth gaped open to moan.

His grunt echoed into the room and I could feel my muscles tighten around him in pleasure.

I lifted my hips, sliding back down on him and a groan of pleasure fell from his lips as he threw his head back. I slowed down, examining his face. I could see every single way I made him feel and my heart raced in my chest as I took in this sight of him.

The faint moonlight snuck into his room through his open window, making his skin glow. I could watch him be submissive under me forever.

I buried my face in the crease of his neck, sucking on his skin and his fingers dug into my hips. I nibbled on his skin before kissing up to his ear. My tongue trailed over the shell of his ear and he groaned, lifting his hips underneath me.

“Nirah,” he breathlessly whimpered and bit down on his bottom lip.

“You’re a really good fighter,” I kissed up his neck. “And you’re sosexywhen you’re mad…” I paused, licking up to his ear. “And sweaty,” I whispered in his ear before tugging his earlobe with my teeth. “Andwhen you have that look in your eyes,” I smiled, feeling him throb inside of me. I clenched around him and he whimpered, gripping my thighs. The sting of his strong grip sent a buzzing pain throughout my legs.

He filled up the condom with a pleasurable groan, slowly pulling out and I fell beside him—trying to catch my breath.

He disposed of the condom and rolled on a new one before pinning both of my hands above my head as he hovered over me. He slowly lowered his hips, brushing his tip against my throbbing clit and I tugged my hands from him. “Antonio, no, you’re hurt,” I shook my head but something dark had slipped into his eyes as he stared down at me.

Ignoring my statement, he leaned down and captured my lips with his as if he was savoring the taste of them. He pulled away, leaving a trail of kisses around my throat and I tugged my wrists from him but his grip only tightened.