Page 116 of Auctioned Innocence
“I feel everything,” he says roughly, trailing kisses down my neck. “Every goddamn thing.”
I fist his shirt, exposing my throat to give him better access. “Then show me.”
Warm fingers slide down my neck and the front of my shirt, tugging at fabric until I do him a favor and pull the stupid thing off myself. Dante yanks off his shirt and, without a second thought, devours me into another kiss. The feel of his lips moving over mine is exhilarating.
I’ll never get used to this. The fact that he wants this, too. I can’t think. I can’t see. I can’t breathe—and though I’m not, Ifeeldrunk. I feel. That’s all I can do. Feel.
My legs wobble when his lips move from mine and touch the bare skin of my shoulder.
“Shit,” he mutters huskily, moving his hand down to cup my bra-covered breast. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
He seems to really like this bra as he tweaks my nipple over satin. Whimpering, I bite my lip, watching as Dante’s face glazes over when he touches me one last time before expertly pulling my bra off, baring my nipples so he can touch them. Breathless, I throw my head back, moaning when Dante’s mouth attaches to my nipple, sucking deftly before switching to the other, making me bite my lip. He lets his teeth scrape over it, looking up atme. Gasping, I arch my back, sighing as he kisses up my body, nuzzling against my neck.
The stimulation of his lips, hands, and even his soft moans is more than I can handle.
I almost purr like a cat, but instead I murmur, “I want you,” while grinding against him hard. I grin when his breath catches.
After minutes of moving my hips against his, I take my turn to attach myself to something. My lips slowly run along his jaw and down his neck, sucking. My hand has a mind of its own and drifts down to press against his erection. It presses back.
Hard.Nice.
Dante gasps, his head dropping against the crook of my neck, heart beating rapidly in his chest. “Fuck, Sofia,” he whispers against my neck, nipping gently. I shudder as his hands run up and down my bare back.
His skin is warm and soft; my hands take a minute to explore, to his enjoyment. God, his body is a work of heart—honed from years of working out and being a DeLuca enforcer. My hands work the zipper of his pants, and a sharp breath escapes Dante’s mouth when I reach my hand in and start stroking him slowly. His hands move all over my body.Shit.Hissing when my thumb swipes the head, he locks eyes with me.
“Feels good?” I ask, even though I know the answer. Moans, shivers, and hazy eyes tell me all that I need to know.
He lets me play as his moans become louder and louder—and then, he breaks.
“Fucking tease,” he moans, kissing and nibbling on my collarbone one last time before I feel him yanking my leggings down and out of the way. He pulls my underwear off too and his mouth covers mine as I tear at his pants, yanking them and his underwear down as my hand caresses his pulsating erection. I hold it against my stomach as I stroke it slowly. Removing my hand, he steps out of his pants and kicks off his shoes.
He’s breathless.
I’m wet.
He’s moaning.
I’m ready.
Lifting a leg over his thigh, Dante enters me in one gentle thrust.
There are so many emotions flowing through me right now that I can hardly articulate them, much less keep them under control. I’m surprised that we don’t tumble to the floor in a heap of appendages and discarded clothing. I’m excited that I am the sole reason why Dante Moretti is quivering and sighing my name with every thrust. I’m stunned that this is my life and not areallyfantastic dream.
Most of all, I’m really liking that he’s the one making me shake and moan in return.
I bite his shoulder playfully. His thrusts are slow at first, as if he’s trying to get his bearings. But we waste no time in finding an appropriate rhythm. It’s perfect. Not too fast, not too slow. Resting my back against the cool concrete and gripping the back of his neck gently, I watch his face closely. His eyes are shut and his mouth is slightly parted. Running my thumb over his lips, he opens his eyes.
Smiling, he hisses, “you’re so fucking tight” before he sucks my thumb into his mouth.
I gasp, feeling myself bite down on my own lip harder than before.
“Don’t do that,principessa,” Dante murmurs. “Let me.” He kisses my lower lip and tugs on it gently with his teeth.
I sigh, whimpering helplessly. “What are you evendoingto me?”
His laugh is a puff of warm air against my face. “Fucking you, obviously.”
Dante starts thrusting into me faster, more urgently, and I try to control myself. His kisses intensify and I close my eyes for another moment. I feel his arms behind my waist, holding me in place—getting lost in the sensations.
