Chapter 38 #2
“Who am I to say that wasn’t one of the powers you possess in your ever-expanding magical arsenal?”
I close my eyes as his kisses trail down the side of my neck—soft at first, then more insistent. His grip tightens slightly at my hips as he draws me back against him, the solid warmth of his body and the unmistakable hardness of his cock making my head spin.
A tremor shivers down my spine as his hands move forward, greedily cupping my breasts before drifting lower to the curve of my ass.
His fingers trace the edge of my chemise at the back of my legs.
I bite my lip when I feel the delicate brush of his knuckles against my bare thigh.
And when his hands start to lift the hem with feather-light movements, I can’t hold back a whimper.
“Lean forward. Rest your forearms on the balustrade,” Dante whispers.
“Wh—?”
“Do as you’re told, little pirate.” He places a warm kiss on my shoulder blade before urging my upper body forward.
I comply, biting my lip as his hot breath travels down my back, leaving steaming kisses in its wake.
I let out a small breath of a moan, settling my weight on my forearms as Dante continues his descent until he’s kneeling behind me.
The material of my chemise lifts, and in the next moment, Dante drags the material of my underwear down my legs.
His fingers trail along my thighs, his breath dancing across my flesh, sending shivers of pleasure through my body that mimic the flickering lights painting the night sky.
When he presses a kiss to my upper thigh, I arch my back, pushing back into him. His lips graze closer to my pussy, and my breath hitches in my throat. His hands slide up my legs and grab hold of my hips, pulling me back until my folds meet his mouth.
“Dante,” I moan into the cool, night air. “More.”
He drags his tongue through my center, and when he releases a growl, I almost come undone.
“So wet,” he says. “You’re dripping for me, aren’t you?”
I whimper again, my hands clenching. “Yes. Please.”
His tongue laps at my core, up and down, up and down, and then his nose is pressed between my ass cheeks as he plunges his tongue inside my pussy.
My body is instantly on fire, my hips rolling as he spreads my arousal around with his tongue and lips. Shockwaves pulse through me, and the little gasps I let out drift into the open air.
“You taste so good,” Dante says, his voice low and husky. “You don’t understand what your taste and smell do to me.”
I can’t even respond because his tongue is inside me again, hitting that spot that makes me see spots, and his hand is holding me in place, his fingers circling my clit.
He fucks me with his mouth, unrelenting, unapologetically pushing me to the edge of my mounting desire.
My whimpers grow more urgent with each lash of his tongue.
My orgasm explodes just as the sky bursts with light, and I’m sure the moan I let out can be heard above the bang that rips through the sky.
My head drops as my ragged breaths compete with the spasms of pleasure that ripple through my body, but I lift it again when I feel Dante’s hands on my hips.
He’s standing now, still behind me, and I gasp as the hot head of his cock slides along the wet folds of my sensitive pussy. The fire inside me ignites again, and I writhe against him.
“Fuck, Celeste. I can’t get enough of you.”
“Then take,” I say, my voice raspy. “Because I need you. I need you to fill me.”
One hand leaves my hip, and I glance over my shoulder to see him lining up the head of his cock. My jaw drops open as he slides into my pussy, inch by inch. I impatiently shove my hips back until he’s fully seated.
I hear his breath shudder before he releases a long, growly “Fuuuuck!”
We stay like that for a moment, the heat pulsing between us, and then he slowly begins to thrust. His motions are steady at first, but as our bodies slap together, growing hotter and sweatier, his strokes become more erratic.
“Gods, Celeste, you take my cock so well.” His hands are tight on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. “Touch yourself,” he demands. “Play with that gorgeous, swollen clit.”
I do as he says, sliding my fingers down and rubbing frantic circles into my clit, causing even more pressure to build inside my core.
Gods, what this man does to me. My head swims as the ecstasy vibrates within me.
Our moans and grunts grow louder, and his throbbing cock seems to thicken inside me.
I feel my pussy clenching around him, the heat engulfing me in a deluge of rapture. I’m so close. I’m so close.
“Cum with me, Highness. Cum all over my cock. I want to be covered with your juices.”
His last words are stunted as his hips shudder against my ass, and my orgasm pulses out of me. My whole body tingles as aftershocks surge through me. He leans over me, his arms wrapping around my body as his heavy breaths slow.
I don’t know how many minutes it takes before he finally pulls out of me.
He pulls me to stand and immediately turns me against his chest. His stormy eyes take in my features as he strokes my dampened hair out of my face.
He looks as if he’s going to say something, and I wait, my heart pounding so hard, I think it’s going to break my ribs.
Instead of saying anything, he gently rubs his nose along mine, and then his lips descend to claim my mouth. It isn’t urgent or rough, but gentle, lingering. I can feel his heartbeat. When the kiss ends, I press my forehead against his chest, and he breathes into my hair as he strokes the strands.
I feel like I know what he was going to say, but I’m not going to push him. I feel it. I want to say it, too. But it remains an unspoken claim between us. Not because we don’t mean it, and not because we are afraid. But because we are uncertain of what awaits us, of what fate has in store.