Page 58 of Violet Legacy

A moan escaped Dante as his hand ran possessively down her back. Everything was warmer than it had been ten seconds ago. Hot kisses trailed down her neck as he tugged at her braid as he adjusted her body to suit him. His touch left a trail of fire in its wake. He moved, his hand cupping her ass as he lifted her up. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his lean hips as she captured his lips, demanding more. She wanted to be closer. Damn the material between them.

She gasped as she rubbed against his erection. The hint of friction was not enough; she needed more. Wanted to feel his skin against hers.

“You are wearing too many layers.”

In response, sharp canines scraped against her collarbone, sending a chill through her. He cupped her ass harder as his hold on her braid loosened.

“So demanding.”

Dante took a step away from the shelf. Each step added to the friction she was feeling until he lowered her to the bed. Dante moved, his large body looming over her. The bastard wasn’t touching a single part of her, but the intensity of his gaze made her feel alive. It was like he wanted to devour and worship her at the same time.

“So beautiful, Wildfire.” His eyes had darkened to almost black, and were filled with lust.

Dante smiled.

Her breath hitched in her throat, and the rest of the world disappeared. It was just them.

Dante captured her mouth again; she pulled him closer, wanting to touch every part of him as she sucked his tongue. She needed more. So much more, but she didn’t have the vocabulary to put it into words—not right now. The kiss was hot and demanding, as though neither of them wanted to submit to the other. Everything ceased to exist, including time.

Dante tugged at her T-shirt, the kiss pausing for a second as he pulled it over her head. He stopped and looked down at her. Heat flooded through her. Her nipples tightened under his scrutiny as she fought the urge to beg for more.

He grabbed her wrists, holding them over her head as he dipped his head to her neck, trailing hot little bites and licks as he went lower and lower. She squirmed as heat flooded through her. All her senses were going into overdrive.

He paused. His warmth engulfed her; she was surrounded by his beating heart as she strained to get closer to him.

His lips murmured something against her skin a microsecond before his mouth captured one of her breasts. He devoured her nipple. The sensitive bud was on fire, each suck and lick sending a jolt of pleasure rolling through her. His free hand moved to her other breast as he cupped and kneaded it to the rhythm of his mouth. She was going to come from this alone. The combination of his attention and of his ministrations made her groan; she ached to be touched. Lower.

She closed her eyes.

He dipped his head to her opposite breast, lavishing the same devotion to it as his hand trailed down her stomach, tracing the outline of her panties. She wanted more.

“Rieka.”

She looked up, almost lost in the sensations.

The lust in his eyes was unmistakable. “I want to know how wet you are.”

Her thighs clenched at the sheer thought as heat infused her face.

“Not yet,” Dante ordered, which only turned her on more. “Take off your underwear.”

She lifted her hips so Dante could drag them over her legs. Cool air caressed her. She wanted to close her thighs, but she forced down the embarrassment.

A wicked smile crossed Dante’s face as he lay on his side, his long, deft fingers tracing a sensual line from her collarbone along the center of her body, following the slight curve of her stomach. Lighting a fire within her with the barest touch.

Rieka arched her back, parting her legs as he slowly, agonizingly slowly, traced her seam.

“So exquisite.”

She felt like a goddamn goddess at the mercy of Dante.

“Eyes open,” Dante ordered. “I want to see them turn red.” He stared at her, his lids heavy with lust, his entire body taut, every muscle outlined.

Rieka wanted to turn him over and lick every inch of him until he was begging for her. She reached out.

“I want to see you make yourself come.”

Her thighs clenched together as heat washed over her. She had never masturbated with another person in the room—that had always felt too personal, a level of intimacy she hadn’t wanted to share with previous partners. She opened her mouth to argue.

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