Page 65 of Obsession & Oath

Before, there was something so beautiful in unwrapping her slowly, in taking my time and letting our wants build and build. But now…now it’surgent.

There is no time to undress her, only time to hoist up her skirt around her waist and push her back into the door. God, we hadn’t even made it into the room.

Hands fumble with my jeans as lips attack my mouth, and breath stutters across my skin while groans fill my ears like a song.

After one too-long moment, I release my grip on her to shed my jeans myself, briefs barely make their way down my thighs before I’m on her again, cock grinding shamelessly into the wetness between her thighs, coating myself.

She gasps as she keeps me there, pinched at the top of her legs, rutting against my length and coating it in her juices.

“I thought you wanted me to fuck you?” I tease with a nip to her earlobe.

Nothing coherent comes out of her mouth.

And God, if that’s not the best thing I’ve ever heard. ThatI’mthe reason Carmen Rubio sounds like that. For all my teasing earlier, I want to bottle up the sound and keep it for myself so that no one else will ever get to hear it.

With one last devastating kiss, I spread her legs and readjust to sit myself at her entrance. The end of my cock presses into her teasing warmth.

“I want to hear everything,” I whisper to the now-shivering woman. “I want you to show me exactly how much you like this.”

“Dante…Dante…please.”

I can’t help the chuckle that escapes my mouth. “Oh, princess, if only I’d known sooner thatthisis all that it would take for you to become so agreeable.”

Unable to hold myself back a moment longer, I thrust into her. I’m rewarded with a sound I’ll be thinking about for weeks.

“Oh,fuck.”

There’s a part of me that’s still conscious enough to know that I should be taking it slow. But Carmen’s grunts of frustration lead to her simply wrapping her legs around my waist and fucking herself against meall by herself,driving me deeper than I ever would have dared.

“You’re afiend,” I hiss against her biting mouth.

“I told you to fuck me.”

This time, when she lowers herself onto me, I meet her with my own frantic thrust.

The way she screams my name is the most sinful thing I’ve ever heard.

Her core strength immediately bottoms out, and I have to scramble to keep her attached to me.

The bed is, however, too far away.

“The desk,” she breathes as if sensing my predicament.

I don’t waste any time. Everything on the desk is swept carelessly to the floor as I set Carmen on it. She grunts in frustration once more and pushes me off her.

“What—”

She turns around and leans over the mahogany, face pressed into the unyielding wood as her legs spread.

I blink at the picture.

“Fuck.”

“DANTE.”

I scramble back to her and immediately sheath myself once more.

The angle is exquisite, the noises she makes more so. I grind into her, unable to maintain any semblance of control, guided only by her encouraging sounds and the slap of our skin.

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