Chapter 39
ESSENCE
I can’t believe I made him finish in his pants. I’ve never done that before.
Do it again, my brain tells me.
It’s tempting, but I don’t want to break his dick before I’ve had a chance to ride it.
I lean over and pepper his face with soft kisses, then slowly down to his neck where I’ve marked him with my teeth before coming to a stop at the collar of his shirt. His scent radiates off of the soft fabric, and I can’t help but bury my nose in it and inhale deeply.
God, he smells so good.
Dante cups my ass and lifts his hips, hissing when his cock grazes over my pussy.
“Sit up,” he commands roughly, fingers playing with the edge of my dress. I straighten up so he can lift it over my head and toss it to the side. His amber eyes are like liquid fire as they rove over my body appreciatively.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs. He sits up, grabs the back of my neck, and pulls me in for a kiss.
His tongue is warm and wet as he slides it past my lips and into my mouth. I moan and melt against the hardness of his body.
He feels so warm, so safe.
So perfect.
I’ve never felt this way with Evan before, never felt as cherished and protected as I do with Dante.
Butterflies erupt in my stomach when he grabs the hair at the base of my neck and angles my head to deepen our kiss. His tongue skates over mine deliciously. He still tastes like dinner, and it takes everything in me not to bite down on him.
Not yet, anyway.
Dante’s fingers tangle in my curls and grip my hair harder. Much like the couple at the restaurant, he’s devouring me so ravenously that I can barely catch my breath. My chest starts to tighten with the need for some air, but I can’t bring myself to pull away from him.
And, call me crazy, but the lack of oxygen is exhilarating. It’s why I like being choked, but this is a different feeling. Dante is quite literally sucking the air from my lungs and I’m powerless to stop him.
My head feels light, and I can hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears.
Just when I’m about to tap out, he pulls away and rolls us over so I’m laying on the bed. I inhale deeply and try to relax to calm my breathing.
“I’m sorry, baby,” Dante says quietly, hovering over me.
“It’s okay,” I say breathlessly. I smile to let him know that I really am okay; I don’t want him to think he’s hurt me.
Dante stays with me until my breathing is normal again, and then he takes off his shirt and pulls a lighter out of his pocket.
He holds the little metal device in front of me and asks, “Can I burn you?”
He flicks the lighter, and my mouth dries up at the sight of the flame. I’ve never dabbled with fire before, so I’m a little anxious to try it out, but I nod anyway.
“Are you sure?” he asks cautiously. “I don’t want you to do this just for me.”
I nod. “I’m open to trying new things with you.”
He grins devilishly and pushes himself off me. “Good. Now spread those legs and let me lick your pussy.”
My stomach flips at his words, but I push myself up to lean on my elbows and spread my legs open. I start to take off my heels, but he grips my ankle and shakes his head.
“Leave them on,” he says, running a thumb over the inside of my ankle. “I want to feel the tips of these heels digging into my back while I pleasure you.”
I chew on my bottom lip and nod.
Dante and I lock eyes as he leans in and licks me from ass to clit in one slow, torturous swipe. My head falls back as my moans fill the room.
He starts a pattern of flicking his tongue over me a few times before capturing my clit between his lips and sucking.
“That feels so good,” I moan pitifully, already feeling my stomach tightening.
The little hairs on his face feel amazing against the insides of my thighs. He must know how much I like the feel of them because he squeezes my legs tighter around his head.
I hike my feet up just enough to dig my heels in Dante’s back, just like he wanted. He grunts from the initial pressure, but the pain only turns him on more. He licks and sucks and bites my clit mercilessly, driving me absolutely insane.
That familiar pressure builds and builds in my clit, and I’m so close to tipping over the edge when—
“Shit!” I hiss, slapping a hand over my nipple. When I look down, Dante is holding the lighter just centimeters away from my peaked nipple, eyes intent on me.
“That surprise you?”
I nod and grit my teeth. “Yeah.”
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.
“No,” I say with a grunt. “Just lick it.”
Dante’s tongue is soft and warm as he runs it over my burned nipple; I shiver from the sensation of it.
“Do it again,” I beg pitifully.
He chuckles darkly and runs the small flame over my other nipple, making me flinch, but I moan when he sucks it into his mouth to soothe the small hurt.
Dante rubs circles over my throbbing clit as he continues to burn me with the lighter. By the time I climax again, my whole chest is tingling.
Tossing the lighter to the side, Dante goes into the kitchen to grab something. Lunchbox takes advantage of the door being open and comes running into the room. He barks as he tries to jump on the bed, but I’m too drained to get up.
“Come on, Lunchbox.” Dante whistles and squeaks Lunchbox’s toy before tossing it to the other side of the room. While Lunchbox is distracted, Dante slips back into the room and shuts the door again. My eyebrows raise when I see the ice cube in his hand, already starting to melt.
“What are you going to do with that?” I ask sleepily.
I can’t believe how exhausted I am already.
“Can I experiment on you?” he asks. The question is lighthearted, but I don’t miss the seriousness in his expression.
I nod. “Okay.”
Perhaps I should ask him what this experiment entails, but I know that whatever it is, it’s completely for both of our pleasure.
He’s not Evan. He won’t hurt me.
Dante kneels in front of me and spreads my legs again, and my stomach flutters at the sight of him down there. He gets close to my heated sex and breathes warm air onto my sensitive clit before rubbing the ice cube over it. My breathing is strained as I squirm from the sensation of warm and cold.
He does that a few more times before flicking on the lighter and quickly running the flame over my clit. I cry out from the pain, but then Dante runs the ice over it, then he licks it, and I swear I see stars.
My thighs shake violently as he continues to experiment on me, and by the time the ice cube has completely melted, I’m gripping his hair and screaming as I’m claimed by yet another orgasm.
I lay on the bed, shivering and sweating and feeling like my body isn’t my own anymore. The edges of my vision are fuzzy, and I have to blink a few times to focus.
“Essence,” Dante says gently. The bed dips as he sits next to me. For a moment it feels like I’m floating, then Dante’s scent envelops me as his arms hold me close to his chest. “Are you okay?”
Unable to form words, I nod.
“If that was too much for you, we can stop,” he says softly, caressing my back.
I clear my throat and shake my head. “I’m okay.” I look up at Dante and smile reassuringly, but he still looks concerned. “I promise.”
Without saying anything, he gets up, carries me to the head of the bed, and lays me against the pillows. With hooded eyelids, I tug on the waistband of his pants to bring him closer to me, but he moves my hand away and tucks me underneath the comforter.
I look up at him in confusion; he leans down and kisses me softly.
“We can finish this tomorrow,” he says against my lips. “You need to rest.”
That’s definitely true because my eyes are already closed, and I’m slowly drifting off to sleep. But not before Dante takes off my heels, gets in the bed with me, and pulls me against him.
“I love you, Essence,” is the last thing I hear before sleep claims me.