Chapter 9 Angelica #2
"Tell me you don't want it too," he says. "Say no and I'll walk away, Angelica."
I open my mouth to say the words, but I can't even croak them out.
Instead, I stand.
We're inches apart now, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off his body.
He reaches up and cups my face in his hands.
His thumbs brush across my cheekbones. "Say something." His eyes dance over my face as I flounder.
"I don't know what to say."
"Then don't say anything."
He leans down and kisses me.
His kiss is gentle but possessive.
I accept it, but with my eyes wide open.
And I see that he's pouring everything into it, eyes closed, desperation scrawled over his forehead as if he's expecting me to push him away.
The kiss deepens, and his hands move to my waist and pull me closer.
I feel the hard planes of his body against mine as the years of loneliness and fear melt away under his touch.
Dante's lips crash into mine, just as hungry and possessive after six long years, and I melt into the kiss, my body yielding instantly as his tongue claims my mouth.
His hands grip my waist, pulling me tight against his frame, and I whimper softly into him, fingers trembling as they clutch his shoulders.
"Fuck, Angelica, I've dreamed of this," he growls, breaking the kiss to yank my blouse open, buttons scattering across the dining room floor.
"These tits are mine tonight." He shoves my bra down roughly, exposing me, and latches his mouth onto one nipple, sucking hard while his teeth graze the peak.
I moan, arching into his touch, my head falling back as heat floods my core.
"Dante… someone will walk in."
"Then they'll see how much I've been waiting for this moment again."
His teeth bite down on my nipple and I yelp.
But he doesn't stop, switching to the other nipple, biting just enough to sting.
"You like that, don't you? Moaning for me already."
His free hand slides down, unfastening my slacks and zipper in one swift pull, shoving them and my panties down my thighs.
I kick off my shoes, slacks pooling at my ankles, and he strips them away, leaving me bare from the waist down on the table's edge.
"Spread those legs wide. Show me how wet you are for me."
I obey, parting my thighs as he steps between them, his eyes devouring me.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he growls again.
He loosens his tie as he drops to his knees, not even asking permission.
I whimper louder, hips bucking involuntarily as he pushes two fingers into me and begins thrusting gently.
"Six years and you're soaked the second I touch you." He curls his fingers, hitting that spot relentlessly, thumb circling my clit.
I'm looking down at what he's doing as he stares up at me watching my reactions.
My legs are trembling, arms bracing myself but I'd rather he be making a meal of me.
"Shit," I hiss, clenching as I feel my coil tightening.
"So I'm not as horrible as you thought?" he asks with a rumble of a voice.
"Just make me come," I whine, and my head falls back, eyes shutting.
Pleasure builds low in my belly, my walls clenching as I moan his name, body shaking through the orgasm that rips me apart.
Every convulsion and twitch sends me higher, until I'm almost screaming, completely forgetting where I'm at because I’m lost in the pleasure.
He keeps thrusting his fingers, drawing out every spasm until I'm gasping.
"Good girl, Tesoro…. So good…" Then he begins to stand. "Taste yourself," he says, pulling his fingers out, slick and shining, and pushes them into my mouth.
I suck obediently, whimpering at the tangy flavor.
"Enough teasing," he grunts, reaching to unbuckle his belt, pants and boxers dropping.
His cock springs free and he’s already leaking precum.
"Look at what you do to me. Hard as fuck for your tight little hole."
He grabs my hips, sliding me forward on the table, and slides into me as I watch him sink.
He's thick and long and I cry out, a high moan that turns to whimpers as he bottoms out, filling me completely.
"Goddamn, you're tighter than I remember," he pants, pulling back slowly before thrusting hard again, setting a brutal pace.
The table shakes, plates rattling and he appears to be in heaven right alongside me.
"Take it all—every inch. Fuck, I've been waiting to bury myself in you."
His hands roam my body now—squeezing my ass, pinching my nipples, one sliding up to wrap around my throat just tight enough to make me gasp.
I whimper more legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, heels digging in as he pounds deeper.
"You love getting fucked like this, don't you? Raw and hard, no mercy."
One hand fists my hair, pulling my head back; the other slaps the side of my ass, the sting blooming hot while I moan brokenly, pushing forward to meet him, body surrendering fully.
"Sweat's dripping down your back—sexy as hell," he growls, leaning over me, biting my shoulder hard enough to mark.
His cock drags along my walls with every plunge.
"Gonna fill you up soon. Pump you full of my cum, deep inside where it belongs."
He reaches between us, fingers finding my clit, rubbing furious circles that send me spiraling, and I whimper desperately, walls fluttering, and know I'm about to snap.
"Come now," he orders, voice ragged. "Milk my cock."
Orgasm crashes through me, harder than the first, my moans turning to sobs as I clench around him, juices soaking us both.
He growls again, so loud it rumbles through me, and his thrusts turn erratic, spilling hot and thick pulses of his seed inside.
I feel every pulse of it, remember how he made me feel so fucking good years ago, and I let him suck my neck and fondle my breasts before he pulls out.
Holy fuck, I've just slept with the devil again, and God only knows if I'll end up having his baby all over again.
This isn't good.