Page 191 of Anti-Heroes in Love Duet
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“No,” I ground out, arching my back to get closer. “More, Dante.”
“You want me to fuck you hard, my Lena?” he asked darkly, twisting my nipples tight between his knuckles until I hissed. “Because after tonight, I need to fuck you until you feel me on every inch of your skin.”
“Yes,” I agreed. “Do it.”
“In Italian,” he coaxed, letting go of my breasts.
“Scopami, per favore.”Fuck me,please.
His grin flashed in the moonlight. A moment later, both hands found the neckline of my dress, fingers curling into the fabric, and he ripped it straight down the middle. I gasped as the fabric capitulated to his strength, tearing cleanly all the way down to the hem until it gaped open on either side of me.
“Ottimo,” he growled, palming my naked breasts, rolling the nipples against his palms.
Better.
It was so much better.
My head fell back between my shoulders as he stepped closer to bend his head, taking one of my hard peaks into his mouth to suck and nip at it with his teeth. The contrast of the pleasure and pain made my breath stutter.
He held one breast to his mouth as he worked it while his other hand went straight to my sex. His growl vibrated through my nipple when his fingers slid into the pool of wet at my center.
“Fucking drenched for me,” he groaned.
My shiver had nothing to do with the cool winter night and everything to do with the way he traced every fold and dip in my pussy like a cartographer determined to map out my pleasure.
“You know, we didn’t have dessert.”
I watched with heavy lids as he plucked a heavy lemon from the tree and pried it open using just his thumbs. The juice ran down his wrist. He raised his arms to lick up the rivulet of sweet liquid and hummed.
“Do you want some too?” he asked innocently, but Dante was entirely indecent and utterly wicked.
I’d never known lemons could be erotic until I nodded breathlessly, and he brought a morsel of the yellow flesh to my mouth. The Italian fruit was so sweet, you could eat the rind, and I closed my eyes as he fed it to me, little piece by little piece.
“Now, me,” he stated, squeezing the other half of the lemon between my breasts.
The cool liquid made my flesh pebble as it traveled down my trembling belly to my groin, then trailed down one inner thigh.
Dante hummed as he got to work, his tongue hot and lashing against my flesh as he licked me clean, tweaking my nipples as he worked. When he dropped to his knees in the grass and collected my thighs to put them over his strong shoulders, I let myself go limp, supported entirely by my tied hands and his broad back.
He licked up either side of my thighs, sucking at the skin until not a trace of sweet lemon remained.
“Honey and lemon is the best combination,” he murmured almost to himself before nosing the top of my pussy, taking in a deep breath of my scent.
Dio mio, it was sexy as hell that he loved the smell of me like that.
A moment later, he parted my swollen folds and dipped his tongue inside me.
My womb coiled tight like a spring instantly.
“Fuck,” I shouted coarsely.
Dante moaned in response, the vibration sweet agony on my clit as he took it between his lips and assaulted it with his tongue.
This was sex.
This was pleasure.
