43. Juliette #2
His kiss was so intense that it sent fire blazing through my veins. My blood sizzled. My body tingled with so much need, I feared my orgasm would be imminent.
I brought my palms up to his chest, feeling his hard muscles underneath. As I clawed through his three-piece suit, he nipped at my bottom lip, then licked it, soothing the sharp sting with his tongue.
“Mine,” he hissed, his hands on my body. That first touch, first feel of his rough palms against my skin felt like a touch of fire against freezing cold skin. It burned, in the best way possible.
A moan traveled up my throat. The cold temperature turned into a balmy summer heat. At least in the small space of his car. His shirt unbuttoned, I scraped my nails down his chest, marveling at the strength I felt there.
He hissed against my lips, then slid his tongue inside my mouth. I ached so bad, I trembled. His palm slid over my hips and to the curve of my ass, pressing me harder against him. Between his gentle yet firm grasp on my throat and his palm pulling me into him, I was lost to this feeling.
My body melted against his. I ground my hot entrance onto his cloth-covered cock while needy sounds vibrated through me. The heat of his body was an addiction, and it had nothing to do with the cold outside. It stole my breath away.
His mouth found my nipple, biting it gently through the material of my bra. It sent a shiver down my spine as I pushed my breasts into him.
His hand left my throat and pushed up into my hair, grabbing a fistful and tilting my head back.
“Look at me, Juliette.” His voice was thick. Rough. Commanding.
I forced my eyelids open, meeting his dark gaze that once upon a time, I thought nightmares were made of. I was so fucking wrong. His gaze was heaven. Temptation. Salvation.
His hands roamed over my body, touching every inch that was accessible to him. His gaze followed everywhere he touched me, as if needing to memorize me. I did the same. I wanted to remember his hands on my skin. Forever.
The soft sounds of our harsh breathing filled the closed space. I leaned forward and kissed his neck, then licked his skin. My insides liquefied and a low moan traveled up my throat. He tasted so good.
“Mine,” I murmured softly.
“Yours.”
A simple word and it had so much power. His touch moved lower, reaching the wet material between my thighs and every nerve in my body trembled in anticipation. Desperate need clawed at me, burning and demanding.
“Touch me there,” I breathed. I wanted him so badly, I trembled. But so did he. “Please.”
I brought my hands to his belt and fumbled with it. He let me, watching me with so much reverence, I thought I’d burst into flames. The sound of the zipper sent an echo through the car, announcing the point of no return. Not that I wanted to.
I lowered my gaze and surprise washed over me. “No boxers?”
Fuck, why did I find that so erotic?
“Does it bother you?”
I shook my head, my gaze fixated on his cock so close to my hot entrance. It hadn’t even touched my pussy, and I was panting. Forgetting his earlier request, his fingers curled over the hem of my panties and a ripping sound followed.
I was soaking wet, the slickness of my arousal trailing a path down my inner thighs as he dragged the material up through my center.
Deliriously, I stared down between us, his cock right at my throbbing entrance. My heart thundered under my rib cage and fire burned through me, watching his hard shaft at my folds. His fingers reached for my clit, circling it. The pressure built, sending a shudder through me.
I watched us through heavy eyelids, both of us focused on our nearly joined bodies.
“Are you sure?” Dante’s voice penetrated the lustful fog. I rolled my hips again, letting the tip of his cock slide inside my entrance. The sight was erotic. So fucking hot that I could orgasm just from it. “Juliette, look at me.”
Tearing my gaze from our joined bodies, I sought out his face. Those dark eyes that shimmered like night skies pulling me into their darkness, a place I now knew I’d been all along.
My tongue darted out, wetting my lips. “Yes, I’m sure.”
He observed me for a moment, as if trying to decipher whether it was a good idea or not.
The truth was that I had wanted him from the moment I spotted him in his casino.
It spooked me because it was an unfamiliar reaction.
I never wanted any man, yet with him, my body went into overdrive.
Like it had been asleep for decades, waiting for him.
He expected panic to kick in, but it was nowhere to be found. As if he killed it when he ended Travis’s life. His fingers traveled north to cup my butt and a soft moan vibrated between us.
“I don’t want any more ghosts between us,” I murmured, leaning over and brushing the tip of my nose against his. “All in.”
Something flickered across his expression, but it was gone before my next heartbeat. I held my breath, waiting for his response. I didn’t want to hide behind that dark period of my life anymore.
I wanted what Davina had with my dad. I wanted what Wynter had with that unhinged Basilio.
He might be slightly psychotic but he had Wynter’s back.
All the DiLustros—Dante, Basilio, Priest, and Emory—had each other’s back.
And the way Basilio watched Wynter with so much longing and vehemence could set the world on fire.
When it came to Dante DiLustro, I was the subject of that look. He watched me with something so raw and intense that it made me want to curl into him and let him protect me.
He killed Travis for me.
His eyes lowered and I followed his gaze. His grip tightened on my hips while my fingers clutched his shoulders.
Slowly, I sank down on his length. He was so hard, so big, and so hot. The heat was overwhelming.
He groaned. I panted.
“You still good?” he grunted. The tenderness in his voice drifted through the air and hit me right in the chest.
“Yes.”
One of his hands left my hip and slipped between our bodies until he found my pulsing clit. I moaned as he circled it, hard and fast. He lowered his head, his mouth licking and biting my nipple through the material. I slid further down on his length taking all of him, and both of us hissed.
“Fuck, Wildling,” he gritted. “You’re so tight.”
Tension radiated through him while hot lava burned through me. Both of us watched our joined bodies, our desire pulled taut. My body trembled at feeling him inside me, and I leaned forward, pressing my face into his neck.
He gripped my hips, rocking me against him. Slowly at first, then gradually faster and faster. My clit ground against him, sending shudders through me.
His hands moved over my back, down my chest, around my neck, only to end back on my thighs. And all the while, I ground on him.
“You feel so good.” His words pressed against my ear, heavy with need and awe. “You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming about this.”
Dante was shaking, his control hanging by a thread. He kissed my throat, nipped my bottom lip. I felt him everywhere.
“You’re so wet,” he rasped, nipping at my earlobe. He gripped my hips, both of us chest to chest, and bounced me up and down on his erection. Hard. Rough. So fucking right. The fire inside me built and built.
My moans and whimpers echoed in the small space. My fingers clung to him like he was my life raft.
“Oh… Oh, God. Oh my God.”
I could feel him deep inside me, hitting my G-spot.
With each thrust up, his pelvis ground against my clit, and another moan filled the space.
He swallowed the noise in his mouth as my climax shot through me.
Bright spots swam behind my eyes. The fire inside me burst, spreading through my body down to my toes.
With a last thrust, he followed me, chasing his own orgasm. He shuddered and finished inside me, his hands gripping me tightly.
His mouth softly skimmed over my neck, and I relished in the sensations that I had been denying myself for so long. Our heavy breaths filled the silence.
Content. Heavy. Full of bliss.
I should have known it wouldn’t last. Nothing in life ever did.