Page 60 of Obsession & Oath

But standing before me, unabashed by his nakedness, is agod.Carved from some unholy, tan stone. Broad and muscled and perfectly…perfectly…fuck.

My eyes snag on his cock.

I remember once fantasizing about putting it in my mouth. It’s almost laughable now. There’s no way that thing would fit.

“Um…” I croak.

“See something you like, princess?”

A retort is on the tip of my tongue, but when I finally tear my gaze away to meet his, I see I’m not the only one affected. Dante’s dark gaze roams my body—now entirely bare except for the flimsy fabric of my panties.

Dante makes short work of removing them before crawling back over me. Everywhere our skin meets, heat burns between us.

I love the way it feels, the wayhefeels, the way his weight allows me to feel so safe, so secure.

I attack his mouth first this time, pulling at him to lie flush against me. I tangle my hands in his hair at the feeling of his stiffness pressing into my stomach.

A minute or an hour pass with nothing but insatiable, frenziedeverything. My lips are on fire, swollen and wounded and desperate for more. My nipples are savaged, my neck no doubt covered in feverish bites.

He hovers over me, arms pressing into the mattress and caging me in.

And for a moment, we do nothing but breathe. Catching our breath, tasting the electricity in the air, the sweat, the amber.

I stare up into his endlessly dark eyes, and he gazes straight back. An unspoken question, a soft caress of my cheek. I kiss the palm of his hand, and something in him softens. The frenzy from before quietens as he reaches down to adjust his position.

“Hold on to me,” he says.

An offering, I realize a moment later, as the pain of his intrusion shocks my body into shuddering out a sharp gasp. My fingers dig into the planes of his back, and I’m immediately grateful to have him there to ground me.

He doesn’t move for a moment, letting me adjust to his length, letting me catch the breath I hadn’t realized I’d lost.

His voice reaches me a moment later. I don’t know when he starts murmuring sweet encouragements in my ear, but he doesn’t stop.

“...doing so well. You feel so good. You’re so beautiful. It’s okay. You’re safe with me. You’re safe. This matters.”

I nod numbly into his shoulder, and slowly, my body relaxes under his gentle coaxing.

“I trust you.”

He pushes in further, and we repeat the process. This time, it’s easier. This time, I don’t need so long to recover. The next is better again.

Finally, he pulls out entirely. His eyes suddenly search my face as if worried he might find regret in my expression.

“Is that it?” I say instead.

His expression changes in a pulse-racing flash as he enters me again. And…

Oh…

There’s no rush to his movements, but there is something else. Something more. That feeling of fullness doesn’t seem so intrusive anymore. The stretch isn’t painful…it’s…

Pleasurable.

“Fuck, you’re sotight,” Dante hisses, overwhelmed himself.

But I barely register it. Not when he withdraws to push back in, and…oh…itbuilds.

“Dante.”

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