Page 7 of Thorns of Silence

“Always,” I mouthed soundlessly.

A groan vibrated beneath my fingers as he kissed me with a burning passion. Slipping his tongue into my mouth, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth… He made me feel alive.

I tugged on his T-shirt, then slid my hand over his muscular stomach, running my fingers along the grooves in his abs and the planes of his chest. My fingers traveled over his skin that always seemed to run hotter than anything else I’d touched, and the rush of lust pooled in my lower belly, making my sweet spot throb with an aching need.

I shifted, grinding against his erection, my hips rocking in the dance that had been performed for thousands of years. I was burning on the inside, and with each rub against his bulge behind his jeans, the fire grew hotter and brighter.

I closed my eyes, so close to unraveling I shook with the intensity of it.

He yanked my head back and gripped my hair, pressing his mouth against mine once more before meeting my eyes.

“Take me out and put me inside you.” A shaky breath escaped me, my eyes half-lidded as I hovered over him, pulsating. Dante had a dirty mouth on him. I never thought it’d be so hot to have a man order me around like that, but I whimpered, writhed, and moaned every time he did. “Fuck, when you make those noises,” he mouthed, watching me with an all-consuming stare. His grip on my hair tightened. “Hurry up, my dandelion, or I’ll have to punish you.”

God, but his punishments were not punishments at all. They got me hot and bothered, never failing to bring the most earth-shattering releases.

I worked on his belt buckle, pulling him out. He was hot and heavy, smooth and hard in my hand as I pumped him in my fist once, twice. I felt his growl where I straddled him.

His fingers dug into my hips and I poised the tip of him at my entrance. The heat of him against my throbbing pussy had my insides clenching greedily.

I slowly rocked, letting the top of his arousal slide inside my slickness only to lift my hips again. Then I repeated the motion—one, two, three times—the shallow pumps making my muscles tremble. God, he felt delicious.

He trailed a finger along my collarbone, pushing one strap, then the other off my shoulders, tugging my dress down to my breasts. His look was possessive as he yanked the cups of my bra aside to reveal my breasts, then captured a nipple in his mouth.

I lowered myself down onto his length, sinking only halfway. His hand released my hair to squeeze my other breast while he continued to lick, nip, and suck. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, my pulse quivering around him.

I panted, my thighs squeezing as I continued making small circles. He was so big, it felt like the first time each time he entered me.

His grip tightened on my hips, and I rested my hands on top of his, gripping his fingers. For strength or to stop him, I didn’t know.

I watched his head tip back, creasing the leather, and the emotion in his eyes shot straight to my core.

“Take the rest of my cock,” he commanded while I stared at his mouth, trying to read his lips and process the words. “We both know your pussy wants to be fucked. I can feel your arousal dripping down your legs. You’ll take all of it, and then you’ll scream for me.”

I shuddered, a moan tearing from my lips. The things his filthy words did to me.

One of his hands slipped out from my hold and came between our bodies, finding my clit. He circled it, my arousal drenching his fingers.

We both looked down at where we were connected and I slid down, taking him all the way inside me as I shuddered. Every muscle in his body was pulled taut. The hot buzz shot through my veins, feeling Dante’s vibrations rippling through me. I knew only he could control my body and my pleasure. Forever. All my orgasms belonged to him.

Our heartbeats raced together. His hips moved so my clit would grind against him, making me shudder with the intensity. His hands were all over me, touching me, owning me, grabbing fistfuls of my hair to angle my head while he kissed me, his other hand gripping my hip to grind me harder against him.

It took hardly any time for me to explode. I felt heat travel up my throat. It had to be my voice. I orgasmed so hard, spots flew behind my eyelids. The fire spread through me like a warm, tingling sensation.

A rough nip at my earlobe had me opening my eyes to meet my lover’s pools of want. He looked pleased, and I melted for him.

“Give me another,” he demanded as if my orgasms were his rewards.

“Fuck me, Dante,” I mouthed, reaching back to rest both hands on his knees.

His gaze bled into a liquid blue flame as he gripped my hips and began bouncing me on his erection. Rough. Fast. Hard. His eyes trailed over my bare skin, my bouncing breasts, my stomach to where he slid in and out of me.

My arousal glistened, the evidence of my desire coating his skin. Pleasure hummed beneath my skin.

He suddenly stilled me, then brought his fingers to my clit. He swept over the arousal, and I watched unabashedly as he brought them to his mouth and sucked on it, his eyelids closing for a moment with a blissful expression.

His deep blue eyes opened and he repeated the motion, but this time he rubbed the wetness over my bottom lip. I darted my tongue out, licking the tip of his finger and tasting myself.

His control snapped. He gripped my hips, pulling us chest to chest, and bounced me on his erection. Hard. Fast. My hands came to his shoulders, my fingers clawing his skin and holding on to him while he consumed me.