Page 52 of The Proposal

My gaze follows his as he moves around to the foot of the bed. His erection tents his trousers, but they remain on.

He kneels on the mattress and crawls towards me. When he reaches my ankles, he grasps them in his hands and spreads my legs, opening me up to him—there’s something deeply intimate about being laid bare in front of another person like this.

Pausing at the junction of my thighs, he glances up at me and grins before leaning in. “What are you doing?” I ask when I feel his warm breath ghost over my sensitive flesh.

“Preparing you.”

“For what?”

He gives me a look that’s both puzzled and intense. “For my enormous cock, Arabella.”

Before I have a chance to reply, he dips his face further and licks a path along my slit. “Dante,” I breathe as my hands fist in the sheets on either side of my body.

He uses two fingers to part my lips, and I press my head back into the pillow, moaning loudly when his flattened tongue swipes over my clit.

“Mmm,” he hums against my skin. “So fucking sweet.”

Everything he’s done up until now to pleasure me has been intense,but his tongue… the sensations it brings on are on a whole other level.

His hands move around the back of my thighs, pushing my legs towards my chest and spreading me further. I feel like I’m a banquet waiting to be devoured, and I’m eager for him to place his mouth back on me.

When he buries his face between my legs again, I push onto my elbows to watch. I only last a few seconds before I’m forced to tilt my head back and part my lips. “Dante,” I whimper.

I clench my eyes when they roll back in my head, but I can still feel and hear everything he’s doing. The way he sucks, licks, and hums against me in approval. Or when he draws back and blows warm air over my heated flesh before diving straight back in. It feels like my entire body is alight. I’m so overwhelmed by the sensations that it’s almost disorienting.

That feeling only intensifies when his hand joins in as he traces the outline of my opening with the tip of his finger before dipping it inside.

“You’re so tight … so fucking wet,” he murmurs as I begin to shake all over.

I can not only feel how wet I am, but I can hear it as hemoves his finger in a circular motion, dipping it in a little further as he goes. I’d be embarrassed by that if I weren’t so lost in the euphoria that is him.

I drop my body back onto the mattress as my hands fist in the sheets again. I’m struggling to catch my breath as I finally hit my peak and fall over the edge into oblivion. The noises spilling from my mouth are foreign as wave after wave crashes over me.

He doesn’t stop lapping at me until he’s drained every ounce of pleasure, and I almost feel disappointed that it’s over when he draws back and moves off the bed.

I lie here in sedated bliss as I watch him wipe his mouth with the back of his hand before reaching for his belt buckle.

I’m still anxious about what’s ahead, but if he can make my body feel anything close to what I just experienced, I’ll take whatever he has to give.

Dante slips out of his shoes, pops the button on his trousers, and drags down the zipper. My eyes don’t leave his as he hooks his thumbs in the sides of his boxers and pulls them down along with his trousers.

His long, thick penis hangs heavy as he crawls back onto the bed, hovering over me as he settles between my parted legs.

“Are you ready for my cock,Bellezza?”

I’m still unsure if that monstrosity will fit inside me, but I find myself nodding my head.

He takes the weight of his body on both elbows as he leans down to capture my mouth with his.

“The thought of my cock being inside that tight pussy of yours makes me so fucking hard.”

He makes no move to enter me; he just kisses me senselessly for what feels like an eternity. My apprehension soon turns to want and desperation.

I’m not sure if he senses that or feels the same because he buries his face in the crook of my neck, wraps his hand aroundhis penis, and begins to run the crown back and forth through my slick heat.

“Last chance to stop this,” he whispers against my skin.

“Just put it in me already,” I half growl, half plead.

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