Page 69 of Demon's Heart
“No.” Dante cupped Ollie’s cheeks. “I’ve been waiting for a lot longer. But back then, I believed I was close to finding you. I knew you’d be in this city. So I waited.”
A low whine slipped from Ollie. “You can’t say things like that.”
Dante’s stomach dropped. It was too much. “Does it make you uncomfortable?”
“No, it makes my heart explode. I want to kiss you so fucking much right now.”
Dante pressed their foreheads together. “I’m feeling something similar.”
Ollie rubbed his nose against Dante’s. “I’m still scared of wanting this. Part of me wants to resist the bond—I don’t trust it—but I also want to enjoy it.”
Dante pulled back. “You can trust your feelings, Ollie.”
Ollie dropped his head back, letting out a petulant sound. “You keep saying that, and I’m sorry I’m stuck on this. Maybe I should do what feels right, and then I’ll believe it.”
That was one way to go about it. “What feels right to you now?”
Ollie grabbed Dante by the shoulders and climbed onto hislap, straddling him. “This. I want to be close to you. Don’t let this consume me. Okay?”
“I won’t,” Dante promised.
Ollie clung to him. “Can I kiss you?”
Dante had never wanted anything more. His voice dropped to a low, raspy whine. “Yes.Please?”
Ollie leaned in, hazel eyes sparking as his face softened with affection. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you wait any longer.”
18
DANTE
Ollie’s lipsbrushed Dante’s, and Dante shivered. The touch was sweet and exactly what Dante craved. He snaked his hands around Ollie’s hips and pulled him closer.
His mate tasted fresh, like sun shining on bare skin. Dante breathed in sandalwood and smells of home. He parted his lips, allowing Ollie to lick into his mouth. Dante kissed him like he could do it for the rest of his life.
Ollie groaned, lips working more urgently. Dante met every caress, his hunger growing. He’d never get enough of Ollie’s scent, his taste, his weight on top of him.
Ollie’s hands delved into Dante’s hair, tugging Dante tighter against him. He rocked forward, hands tightening, as Dante pressed his tongue into Ollie’s mouth.
A wave of lust crashed through the barrier Dante had erected between them, lighting up their bond as Ollie focused everything he had on Dante.
Dante pulled back. “You’re projecting again. I can feel you.”
“That’s all right.” Ollie chased Dante’s lips, speaking between kisses. “I like sharing during sex. I want to feel you too.”
“Oh…okay.” Dante’s heart thudded, chest aching. Ollie craved the same closeness he did. He let his guard down, throwing the doors wide on their connection.
He laid himself bare for Ollie. How could he not when his mate was willing to trust and take risks for him?
“You’re so tender and sweet,” Ollie gasped as Dante’s emotions overwhelmed the bond. “You want me so much.”
Dante’s face flamed. “It’s not only physical desire.”
“I know,” Ollie breathed. “It’s so wild that I know that. It should be impossible to feel it, but it’s not. Your affection runs so deep.”
“I can’t help my intensity.” Dante kissed along Ollie’s jaw. “Not when I’m an immortal who’s found his mate. Not when you’ve told me you want me the way I want you.”
Ollie whined. “You need me, don’t you, Dante? You need to be close to me now that we’re here?”
