Page 114 of Merciless Billionaire's Savage Desire

“Yes, Anya,” Dante growled, his voice thick with possessive hunger. “Let me suck your nipples. I’ll make them so sore you won’t be able to wear anything for days.”

He took her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive peaks just enough to send jolts of delicious pain through her body.

“Yes!” Anya gasped shamelessly, the fire inside her growing with every stroke of his tongue, every brutal thrust of his shaft. It was like a drug, each touch only deepened her craving.

Dante’s rod slammed mercilessly into her dripping heat. “Cum for me, Anya,” he commanded, his voice rough with need.

“Don’t stop… oh God…” she moaned, desperation thick in her voice.

He rubbed her clit harder with his thumb, driving her closer and closer to the edge. “I want you to scream my name when you cum.”

Her body tensed, trembling with the overload of sensation as his girth pistoned deep and hard inside her. The raw heat, the aching pleasure, the sheer force of his touch ripped through her until she shattered into orgasm, screaming his name into the night.

“Dante! Oh God…!”

He followed, groaning her name as his release flooded through him, gripping her tight as their bodies shuddered in perfect, raw sync.

Dante didn’t give her a second to recover. His eyes darkened with a ruthless hunger as he grabbed her hips, pulling her flush against him. His cock slammed into her again and again, each thrust harder and rougher than the last.

Anya’s breath hitched, a desperate moan escaping her lips as he fucked her with no mercy, pounding her until she felt like she might break apart. Her body trembled, muscles tightening around him, ready to shatter—but just before she could fall over the edge, Dante suddenly slid down her body.

His tongue flicked out, hot and insistent, tracing slow, teasing circles over her slick folds. Anya’s hips bucked involuntarily, trembling with overwhelming need as his mouth worshiped her, licking and sucking her clit, his rough tongue driving her closer to the edge once again.

She gasped, “Ahhh…” her hands clawing at the sheets beneath her as pleasure built like a storm inside her.

Just when she thought she couldn’t hold on any longer, Dante’s grip was suddenly under her knees. With a powerful lift, he hoisted her entire body off the bed, her legs over his shoulders, leaving her open and vulnerable.

Before she could catch her breath, he thrust upward into her with a force that stole it away entirely.

“Fuck, Anya,” he growled, his voice like gravel, rumbling from deep in his chest as he slammed into her over and over again. “You’re mine.”

Her moans turned desperate, raw, torn between pain and pleasure. “Hahhh… Ahhh… Dante… please—”

But there was no mercy. He held her tight, controlling every movement as he drove her wild, deeper, harder—until finally, with a shattering cry, she broke free into a screaming orgasm, her body trembling in his arms.

Dante followed seconds later, his release spilling deep inside her as he held her close, stilling her frantic movements with possessive strength.

Dante didn’t give her a moment to recover. He placed her down on the edge of the table. The cold surface met her heated skin, making her shiver. Her legs instinctively parted for him, thighs trembling in anticipation.

Without a word, he knelt slightly and drove his fingers deep inside her, hard and fast.

Anya gasped, her back arching as the sudden, relentless rhythm took over her senses. “Dante—ahh…!”

His eyes never left her face, watching her unravel for him. The table creaked beneath them as his fingers worked her expertly, deep and fast, stroking her just right. Her walls clenched around him, her breath quickening, moans rising in pitch with every thrust.

“You’re close again,” he murmured darkly.

She could only nod, her voice caught in her throat, body already shaking on the brink.

But just as she was about to shatter, he withdrew his fingers.

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A desperate whimper escaped her lips, but before she could protest, he stepped in between her legs, grabbing her hips firmly. In one swift, brutal thrust, he filled her with his cock.

Anya cried out, her fingers clawing at his shoulders as he drove into her deeply, picking up where his fingers left off—but harder, rougher.

“I want to feel you fall apart around me,” Dante growled against her ear, his hips snapping against hers, dragging her toward release once more. “You don’t get to cum until I say so.”

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