Page 113 of Obsession & Oath

The next kiss is devastating. It’s everything. It’s all the weeks we spent apart, it’s all the narrowly avoided disasters, it’s all the wanting, craving, yearning.

It’s making up for everything lost in the fire with something carnally primal.

Little fires light across my skin everywhere his fingers linger long enough to bruise. It’s not enough. I want him to tear open my skin, make a home there, be a part of me in a way no one else can.

He matches my moans and the slickness of his tongue trails from my mouth across my jaw, down my neck, along my collarbone, igniting my scalding desire to near-unbearable heights.

“I want to see you come undone,” Dante says as he all butripsaway my bra. “I want you to beg me for more.”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

His warm mouth closes around my nipple, and my back arches on instinct. I’m pushing myself further into him, chasing that delectable sensation as I grind so shamelessly against his hardness.

It’s not enough.

The overpowering frustration of this fact seems to hit us at the same time. Suddenly, Dante is standing up, upending me from his lap.

But before I can protest, he’s already working on my jeans, already attempting to rid us both of the inconvenience of our clothing.

And fuck, it’s been so long since I’ve seen this man shirtless. But it’s truly a sight I could never tire of. Those abs…those fucking arms…

They reach out to drag me back close, now mercifully naked. The contact of our bare skin feels like I’ve been drugged.

“Mierda,” I cry out as that sensation ofhomeerupts in a burst through my insatiable, fiery lust. It’s a fond sort of feeling that feels both entirely out of place in the burning swell of my other emotions and yet precisely perfect, too.

“Are you wet for me yet, princess?” Dante’s voice is low in my ear, irresistibly sinful, as he presses his hardness against my bare stomach.

All I can do is nod in response. My hands rake over his back until they settle in his hair, finally finding purchase.

I’m about a second away from simplyclimbingthe man to satisfy the burning between my legs when those arms maneuver me again, one hand on the back of my neck as he turns me around and pushes me into the bed.

A second later, there’s a pillow being shoved beneath my hips.

Another and…

“Fuck!”

A slick finger rubs against my traitorously soaked core, curling around the ball of nerves with a frustrating lack of urgency as I’m reduced to nothing more than a quivering mess before him.

“You are going to scream for me, aren’t you?” Dante continues his tortuous motions. “You promised me you would.”

“Yes,” I half sob. “Anything.”

I can practically feel the smile spreading across his face. “Good girl.”

Then his lips grace the curve of my ass, kissing down oh so gently. Further and further and further until he…buries his tongue into my wanting core.

I buck back instinctively, every fiber of my being suddenly alight with crazed desire as he indulges himself. It’s the most perfect kind of torture.

I would do anything for him to stop.

I would do anything for him toneverstop.

Too soon, or far too late, he removes himself and teases me once, twice with his index finger before…

“Fuck, Dante!” My words come out in a breathy scream as he enters me. Slick and thick andlong,he pushes in. Further and further. The sensation is only amplified by the angle, by the position of my hips on the cushions.

It’s a dream. It’s also a nightmare, because once he’s sheathed, he doesn’t move again.

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