Page 31 of Danica's Revenge

“Can you move?”I ask once the ropes have fallen to the floor.

“I don’t know,” Dante croaks, trying to put some weight on his legs.But he collapses again almost instantly.Who knows how long he’s been stuck in that position, his massive frame bent awkwardly around the chair.

I help him up, ignoring the pain pulsing through my wounded arm.I'm tempted to call in Emilio for assistance.But I’m determined to get by on my own.I don’t want anyone touching Dante but me.He’s mine!

Hand on the chair to steady himself, the other on my shoulder, Dante manages some kind of upright position.He walks two steps and sits down on the old table near the wall.

“My legs need to wake up…”

“It’s okay baby, take your time.”I wrap my arms around him, hugging him close despite the sharp jab of pain it sends surging through my arm.I don’t care how vile he smells, I am so relieved to be back in his arms where I belong.My heart is still pounding from all the excitement.

I kiss him deeply, hungrily—feral almost.The rush of emotion is instant.

Dante’s cock twitches between us.

I grin, petting his growing erection over his torn pants.

“Well, well, well—what do we have here?”

“I missed you,” he says, still holding me close.

I look up into Dante’s hollow eyes, his broken face, and kiss him again, devouring his lips lustfully, sloppily.

I missed youdoesn’t even begin to cover it.All the emotion, the overwhelming panic and fear from the past few days, finally freed from the box I held shut with all my might as I forced myself to be brave through this mission.

Every sense is on high alert, pulsing with energy.

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Chapter twenty-one

Consumed

“Ican’thelpit,”I manage a smile, groaning as Danica teases the blood back into my cock.

Even now, with my body broken and my energy levels on reserve, nothing burns brighter than my need for her.I didn’t think I’d ever get to feel her touch again.

I hold her tightly despite the aggravating pain in my shoulder, breathing her in.Seeing her like this, so fearless, commanding an entire army—I have never seen anything sexier in my life!

I know I need medical attention.I need food.Water.Rest.All the things my body requires to stay alive.But the primal urge to devour her whole overrides all other needs.

Danica kisses me desperately, chewing my broken lip as she sucks the air right out of my lungs, hand still on my cock.

“I need you inside me,” she breathes in my neck, grinding her belly against my erection.

I groan loudly, so painfully hard.The hunger inside had been replaced by a hunger only for her skin against mine.

“Please.”My plea is barely audible.

“Show me how much you want me.”

I pull my cock out, finally freeing it from the constricting material.It stands proud and erect, ready.

“Such a good boy,” Danica whispers, pushing me down on the desk.It doesn’t budge under my weight as I gently stretch my body out.The flat surface feels good against my sore back, just to lie down, to flatten out my spine.I take a deep breath.

“See how hard you are for me…Does being rescued turn you on?”Danica takes my erection in both hands, massaging it roughly in rapid movements.

I groan.I want to answer her question but words fail me.All the blood in my body has drained to the hard flesh between her hands.

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