Page 30 of Pain and Pleasure

Except that.

"Dante, I can't," I whisper weakly and one finger circles my entrance. My hips move towards him and I moan as my head falls back, desperate to get any part of him inside of me.

"Just say the words, Emmie," he taunts, his fingers leaving my flesh.

I mewl a sound of protest and he smiles against my stomach, raining kisses down from my navel to pubic bone. I circle my hips in his hands and he chuckles, shaking his head at me.

"You know what you need to do," he whispers, a breath away from my pussy. I all but cry in frustration.

His tongue sneaks out to lick the creases of my thighs, making me tremble in anticipation and impatience.

"Please, Dante," I moan, practically forcing myself on him at this point.

"Say the words, Emmie." He stares at me, his eyes endless waves of amber as I stare back, my heart hammering in my chest.

"Say them and I'll give you what you want. I'll give you everything." He looks so genuine when he says this, bare almost.

I get lost in his eyes and sigh after a few long moments, my heart pounding for him. Beating and thumping in longing for this man. I rest my hands on his shoulders, looking down at him as I whisper the words that are going to send the both of us to hell.

"I love you."

His eyes close in serenity, soaking in my words before snapping open and staring at me with a fire I've never seen before.

"Mi ciela," he groans before dipping down, his dark head filling the juncture of my thighs as his lips seek my pussy and began eating me with the urgency of a dying man.

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Esmeralda

I'm quiveringon his face, and my third orgasm has my body feeling like it's just made of vibrations and pleasure.

All because of Dante.

He eats me with abandon, until I'm nothing but begging and shaking flesh.

He pulls his face slowly from my sex, licking me casually before he stops and sits back, eyeing me with both lust and adoration. His full lips are wet as he licks them and stares at me with darkening amber eyes, a lock of dark hair falling over one eyebrow. He's magnificent, captivating and I'm hopelessly in love with him.

As much as I try to resist, to hang on to whatever small bit of logic that I have left in me, my pull to him is too overpowering. I thought it was just the lure of him, the sexual appeal that I'm sure many women have fallen victim to, but it's more than that. He wrapped his hand around my heart and made it shape into his fist perfectly. The more he lets me in, the deeper my silly, naive heart plummets.

"Esmeralda," he calls to me.

I realize that I've been standing there, catching my breath and staring at his lips for a while now. He raises an eyebrow in concern, but I smile slowly at him, seductively and his eyes darken once more. His hands reach out to my hips before pulling me down onto his lap, my wet sex probably leaving a spot on his expensive suit pants. He doesn't seem to mind, in fact, he pulls me down harder and moves my hips back and forth, making my pussy grind on his hard cock.

My head tilts back in rapture, the sensitivity from the numerous orgasms his mouth gave me makes me tremble still. His lips go to kiss my neck, but I pull back, shaking my head coyly at him. I spread my legs further so that my hands can travel to his belt. Undoing it and his zipper, I free his magnificent cock. The heat of it warms my palm instantly. He groans in response, and I smile at him as he stares at me in wonder.

"Do you sound like this with all of your women?" I ask as I kiss the exposed skin of his chest, looking up at him. His lips twitch as he responds.

"Just the one that toys with me," he rasps out, his voice pure gravel.

He moves my hands away to grab my hips, pulling my pussy towards him, but I pull back and shake my head once more.

"I want you to make love to me, Dante," I whisper, and his eyes go wide.

A million emotions pass through them, but the one I cling onto is the fleeting look of wonder, even though his annoyance replaced it quicker than it came. His hands grip my hips tightly, surely bruising them.

"I told you, Emmie. I don't make love. I fuck." He bites at my ear. "Hard." He bites again and I laugh at him, even though a small bit of sadness enters my heart.

He's said this before and each time he says this, I hear a darkness in his voice. A darkness that tells me his reason is not due to just his preference, but because something has happened to make him only be intimate in this way. Something’s happened to him with a woman in the past. Something that has made him want to disconnect all emotion in regards to a woman or the relations he has with one.

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