Page 141 of Thorns of Silence

He dragged his nose across my inner thigh, making me quiver. His teeth grazed over my panties. Another shiver and he ripped my panties right at the crotch, the flimsy fabric tearing with ease.

He dragged his tongue over my pussy, and his eyes lifted and locked with mine.

“Dante…”

His name left my lips with a sound I couldn’t hear but judging by the look flashing in his eyes, he enjoyed it. He pulled back, his chin glistening with my arousal.

“Again.” I blinked in confusion. “Say my name again.”

I shook my head, a tremor rolling through me as he circled my clit with his tongue again. He dragged his tongue down and pushed into me, tongue-fucking my pussy.

He pulled away a little, showering my inner thigh with kisses before he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and mouthed, “Give me what I want.”

I looked into his eyes, seeing the boy I fell in love with five years ago. His hand came between my legs, his thumb brushing over my pussy, and I bucked under his touch, sensitive everywhere.

“Dante,” I pleaded, my breathing harsh. I tightened my legs around his shoulders and arched my pussy into his face. He leaned in, giving me what I needed and wanted from the moment we’d crossed paths again.

His fingers pumped into me as his tongue started to stroke my clit, his movements rhythmic and firm.

I watched him through a haze of need as he dove into my pussy like his survival depended on it. He sucked on my clit, pumping his fingers in and out of me. And just like that, I fell apart, coming on his tongue as an orgasm consumed me.

He continued licking at my sensitive pussy until every shiver subsided.

My eyes opened to meet his satisfied smirk and he gently placed my legs down.

“You’re beautiful when you come for me.”

My cheeks heated at his words. “Will you fuck me now? Please?”

His hands on the waistband of his trousers, he pushed them down along his muscular legs, exposing his thick cock. In one swift move, he ripped my dress, leaving me indecently exposed.

“I like ripping your clothes off,” he said, his gaze hot and lazy on me.

I bit down on my lip, my thighs trembling with fresh need that I knew only he could temper. I ran my hands up his chest, over his neck, into his thick hair, and down his biceps.

Five years and it all led to this. He was the only man I’d ever wanted. I watched him reach for the condom and roll it on, the sight turning me on.

Grabbing my hips, he pulled me closer, his thick cock pushing against my entrance. I met his eyes as he pushed the tip into me, and I groaned, my arms wrapping around his neck. His eyes were steady pools of dark blue, pulling me into their depths. He bent his head, pressing his lips against mine and kissing me tenderly before pulling back with a long, deep lick.

Then he kissed a path down my neck and over my collarbone until he reached my breast. When he captured a nipple in his mouth, white lights burst behind my eyes. His other hand squeezed one breast while he licked and nipped the other.

I was so desperate that I would have doneanythingto have him inside me right now. As if he read my mind, he pushed his length halfway inside me.

I gasped and my thighs quivered as I tried to adjust to his size. It’d been too long for me. His hands came to my hips.

My eyes shot to his and I gave my head a light shake as I dug my nails into his biceps.

“All of it, dandelion,” he commanded with a clenched jaw.

One of his hands left my hip and came between us, reaching for my clit. He rubbed it in a circular motion, and then his mouth found my breasts again. I shuddered and moaned as I started rocking against his length.

His grip on my hip became bruising, tension radiating from him.

I sought out his lips, and the moment our lips connected, he thrust all the way to the hilt.

His heartbeat raced against mine as our bodies came together in more ways than one.

I pressed my face into his neck and he started moving slowly, thrusting his hips inside me. He was shaking, keeping his desire leashed.