Page 59 of Violet Legacy

“Show me what you like,” Dante ordered.

She nodded and licked her lips.

Dante didn’t take his eyes off her as she brought her hand to her mouth and licked her finger before slowly trailing it along her body. Anticipation heightened the sensation. She didn’t break eye contact. The stare was a silent challenge as she widened her legs, so he would have an unabashed view of her pussy. Hesitating for a second, she ignored the surge of vulnerability that threatened to overwhelm her. Today was a day for action. The wetness coated her fingers as she gently penetrated herself, her hips arching off the bed of their own accord.

Dante groaned.

The sound vibrated through her, as she let her other hand circle her clit; she wouldn’t need much, not now. Her body had been teetering on the edge, and she was beyond sensitive. She increased the pressure as she imagined it was Dante touching her, taunting her. Fuck. Her breathing was coming out quicker, and her fingers found the rhythm she liked.

Forgetting where she was, she just let her body lose itself in the sensation. Tiny beads of sweat covered her skin. Her breathing intermingled with Dante’s as the ache between her legs grew stronger and stronger as she crested the peak, chasing the feeling of freedom.

Her body tightened. She was getting higher and higher, her body arching off the bed.

So goddamn close to release.

“Dante,” Rieka groaned, almost mindless as she chased the orgasm. “I want you. Now.”

DantestaredatRieka;he was straining against his pants as she arched her back off the bed. The scent of desire was almost tangible and was driving him to the edge. Dante was used to being in control, but Rieka not only threatened his tenuous hold on it but made him want to ignore it and let instinct take over. He had wanted to watch her come, but he needed to touch her. Wanted to make sure it was his name she screamed.

Dante should have known Rieka wouldn’t play by his rules.

Rieka turned her attention to him. She bit her lip as she stared at him, her eyes almost entirely red with desire, pleading for his touch.

“Dante,” she whispered, her voice husky with need. “Hurry up.”

His body trembled, his erection throbbing as he pulled off his pants. Dante stopped.

“I’m on birth control,” she said. Rieka slowly looked him over. She licked her lips as she stared at his cock.

Dante was painfully hard. Pre-cum dripped down his already sensitive member. “I don’t have a condom.” It was not something Atlanteans concerned themselves with, not with their enhanced immunity and ability to heal. But he wanted to ensure Rieka was comfortable.

Rieka dragged her gaze up to his as she widened her legs in an evocative invitation. “Dante. Please.”

Dante moved closer to Rieka. “Did I tell you to stop?”

Rieka ignored him, her hands grabbing his shoulders as her long legs wrapped around him and pulled him closer until he was at her entrance; her heat beckoned for him to enter. But he waited.

She wiggled her hips, her hands scraping against his lower abdomen, moving lower as she widened her legs, giving him a delicious view of her pussy.

Dante barely held himself up, his arms shaking with restraint. He wanted to savor this moment.

Rieka’s fingers trailed along his chest, lower and lower, until she grasped him, her fingers wrapping around his hard dick. She encircled him as she stroked his length, his every nerve ending alight with painful desire. Rieka licked her lips. He didn’t think it was possible, but his erection hardened.

“You wanted to know how wet I am,” Rieka whispered. She traced a damp finger along his lips. He tasted Rieka, a mixture of sweetness and midnight rain. He sucked at her fingers, urged on by Rieka’s small little moans.

He grabbed her hip, entering her with one thrust. Pleasure exploded through him as her tightness engulfed him, all other thoughts disappearing. Nothing else mattered. Just Rieka.

Rieka gasped at the intrusion, her legs pulling him toward her as he lowered his head to her breast and sucked one bud, then the other, moving between the two as Rieka moaned. Nails bit into his back as she held onto him with one hand and pulled his hair with the other. Pinpricks of pain marred his pleasure. He had never allowed a lover this much control.

He paused.

Bright eyes stared at him, pleading for him to continue.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she demanded as she tilted her pelvis up. Her legs forced him to shift, bringing them closer. Dante wanted to take his time, but Rieka had other plans, and he didn’t want to disappoint her. He pulled out and then slammed back into her. Her body arched, demanding more. Rieka felt so damn good; she was so tight and wet. It wouldn’t take much for him to lose the rest of his composure and just thrust into her until he sent them both over the edge. Make Rieka beg for more. He wanted his name on her lips as she came over and over again. He needed to mark her soul, just as she had unintentionally marked his. Any form of control or composure had left him. Animalistic instinct drove him, and it was all centered on Rieka’s pleasure.

He moved his hand between them, plucked at her clit, and her entire body went still.

She looked up at him with wide eyes. “Harder.” She rocked her hips, forcing him to meet her every movement as her mouth found the junction between his collarbone and his neck, and she sucked the spot—hard.

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