35. Chapter Thirty-Five Dante
Chapter Thirty-Five: Dante
I pulled the sheets tight beneath her, an excuse to touch the smoothness of her skin one more time. The lamplight threw shadows over Jade’s body in a way that made her look like she was still moving, still writhing under my touch. Sweat shimmered on her curves, her pajama shirt clinging to her skin.
“Jesus,” I muttered as I knelt there, taking in the sight and smell of her laid out before me. “You smell fucking amazing. Holy shit, I could come just from the way you smell.”
Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, eyes locked on mine with something like wonder—or maybe it was just raw desire. It was difficult to tell with Jade; she always had that look about her, like she was seeing things for the first time.
As I leaned in toward her, her legs gave a little shake. It was a small thing but telling—it said she was ready for whatever I had planned next. My lips found the inside of her thigh, and Jade let out a soft sound that might have been a whimper if it had any weight behind it.
“Like that?” I asked without looking up, feeling the affirmative tremor run through her as my mouth moved higher.
“More,” she breathed out, and that was all the permission I needed.
My tongue followed a slow path upward, tasting her anticipation. Each flicker against her skin was calculated and precise, meant to stoke the fire that was already burning low in her belly. She gasped and moaned, each sound spurring me on, feeding the heat that coiled in my own gut. With every shudder that ran through her, my resolve to push her right to the brink—and then some—only grew.
“Jade, look at me,” I commanded, my voice rough with need. “Do you want me to stop?”
Her response was immediate, her hands gripping the sheets, knuckles turning white. “No,” she said, the word filling the room with a fervor that matched the pulse I could feel against my lips.
I smiled against her skin, a predator basking in the transparency of her desire. Rewarding her for her honesty, I intensified my efforts, feeling the rhythm of her body against my tongue.
The taste of Jade’s climax hit me like a shot of the finest whiskey—sharp, heady, and damn intoxicating. She came apart beneath me, her cries echoing off the walls as her body arched off the bed.
Heat suffused my body, my satisfaction primal and complete in drawing out her ecstasy.
“Fuck,” she said, locking her legs around my head. Even then, I refused to relent. I continued my assault, teasing and torturing her in the wake of her climax. Her body jerked with each flicker of my tongue, a delicious response that spurred me on further. My name fell from her lips, half-choked and strangled by the waves of pleasure washing over her.
I paused to catch my breath as Jade’s hip bucked. I pressed a finger inside her wet pussy as her hips rose off the bed, her body begging for more even though her voice couldn’t find the words. I grazed her clit with my thumb, coaxing and urging her as she almost tumbled over the edge once again.
I curled my finger inside of her, finding her g-spot and pressing another finger down on her clit with a rhythmic precision that matched her panting breaths. “Again,” she whimpered, her hands clawing at the sheets as her body tensed beneath my skilled touch. I could feel her walls clenching around me in anticipation, and I couldn’t help but smirk.
“Patience,” I murmured against her skin, pulling back just enough to draw out yet another needy whimper from her lips. The sight of Jade sprawled out, wanting and waiting for me, was a vision I would never tire of.
I wasn’t gentle—I don’t think either of us wanted me to be—but I was controlled. My fingers moved with purpose, my thumb torturing her clit with a relentless focus that had Jade gasping for air and pleading for more.
I kissed between her legs until my mouth found her clit, licking, sucking, and nipping at the sensitive bud. Jade’s body convulsed beneath me, her moans turning into high-pitched whimpers as she once again neared her climax.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” she gasped out, the desperate sound of her voice spurring me on. I plunged my fingers deeper into her, alternating between steady thrusts and gentle circular motions—an onslaught that soon had her legs shaking around me.
“Damn,” I breathed against her, my voice husky with arousal. The sensation of Jade writhing underneath me was as intoxicating as her taste, and I reveled in every minute of it. I gave her no respite, my tongue tracing intricate patterns over her clit while my fingers continued to stroke her insides.
“Oh God!” she cried out as her body clenched around me. With a satisfied smirk on my face, I savored the echo of her cries bouncing off the walls of the room. Her body thrashed beneath me; her breath frantic and ragged as she rode out the waves of her climax.
Her chest heaved as I slowed my movements, fingers still buried deep within her. I released my hold on her clit, replacing it will soft licks that made her jerk and twitch beneath me. The sweet taste of her release lingered on my tongue, a flavor I would never tire of.
Her fingers knotted in my hair. “Wait,” she said. “I’m…fuck, it’s really sensitive.”
“You stop coming when I say you stop coming.”
Her eyes flickered open, a whimper escaping her lips at the intensity of my gaze. I felt a surge of power course through me at the sight of her so vulnerable, so bare before me.
“Dante…”
“And you don’t stop coming until you’re crying from the pleasure.”
I watched her swallow hard, her hands gripping my hair tighter.
“Too much,” she breathed out, but the tremble in her voice told me she was not entirely against the idea.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” I retorted, my words washing over her like a command.
“No...too much…” Jade repeated, but this time there was a pleading note in her voice, a desperate sound that only ignited my desire further. Her protests were weak, and even as she said them, her body answered differently. The way she arched against me was an invitation too tempting to pass up.
Ignoring her weak protests, I dove back in, pressing another kiss against her swollen clit. She gasped audibly, hips bucking up off the bed again.
“Relax, Jade,” my voice was raspy, a stark contrast to the practiced smoothness of my touch. “Let me take care of you.”
Her response was a moan, loud and unashamed, echoing around the room and winding its way around my senses. Her legs twitched, her body coiling tight as she teetered on the edge of another release. I could feel the tremors racking her frame as I slid a third finger inside her, feeling her walls clench around me.
“Dante!” Jade gasped out, back arching off the bed as a resounding orgasm shattered through her. She clung to me, her nails digging into my scalp while her body shook with the force of her climax.
I didn’t slow down. Instead, I intensified my movements, relentless in my pursuit to bring her as much pleasure as she could handle.
Her body convulsed beneath me, her toes curling as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. I didn’t let up, didn’t slow down. Instead, I drank in every moan, every gasp, every plea that spilled from her lips.
“Dante! Dante, please...I can’t!” Her breathy sobs filled the room, her words broken and desperate. It was music to my ears—a symphony of sweet surrender.
“You can,” I reassured her without halting my rhythmic assault. “And you will.”
Her body was bathed in sweat, her skin flushed and glistening. I could feel her trembling beneath my hands, the desperate writhing of a woman on the brink of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. Every flick of my tongue, every thrust of my fingers sent her spiraling further into ecstasy, her cries growing louder with each passing second.
And then she screamed.
Jade’s body arched off the bed, her fingers dug deep into my hair as she came undone. Her release washed over me as if it were mine—the taste of her climax on my tongue, the sound of her ragged breaths in my ear, the sight of her flushed skin beneath me—it was an intoxicating blend that only increased my growing desire.
“Dante...” she whimpered, collapsing back onto the bed as her climax subsided. Her chest heaved with exertion, her body slick with sweat and trembling from the aftershocks. I could still feel her pulsing around my fingers, the tremors a testament to the intensity of her orgasm.
“Goddamn,” I muttered, pulling my fingers out slowly, relishing in the whimper that elicited from her. I wiped my hand on the sheet, my gaze never leaving her as she gasped for air. Her body was a beautiful sight—limbs sprawled out on the bed, hair clinging to her damp forehead and eyes closed tightly shut as if to shut out the rest of the world.
“Fuck,” she said. “I don’t think I can do that again.”
“I beg to differ,” I replied, my voice laced with unmasked desire. The sight of her all spent and flushed from the pleasure I had given her only made me want her more. There was a wicked satisfaction in knowing I had been the one to unravel her so thoroughly.
The way her cheeks blushed at my words was nothing short of adorable. But I wasn’t going to let her off the hook just yet. I had plans for Jade Bentley, and they didn’t involve her getting much sleep tonight.
She was staring at me, eyes wide and pupils dilated. Her chest heaved with each shallow breath, the rise and fall mesmerizing.
“What are you--” she started, but her words were cut off by a low groan as I trailed my fingers down her body, slipping them between her thighs.
I could feel the heat radiating from her, the slick wetness coating my fingers. Her hips twitched involuntarily at the contact, a soft gasp escaping her lips.
“Dante...” she whispered, her voice barely there. It was an intoxicating sound—her voice strained from pleasure, her body a quivering mess under my touch.
“I told you,” I murmured against her skin, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh. “You don’t stop coming until you’re crying from the pleasure.”
Her breath hitched at my words, body stiffening beneath me. A moment later, she relaxed, giving in to the sensation as I teased her oversensitive clit.
I watched her face contort in a mixture of pleasure and pain as I skillfully manipulated her clit, my thumb grazing over the sensitive bud while my fingers delved into the slick warmth of her core. Her breath hitched as I added a second finger, stretching her further as I pumped them in and out.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she said, her face turning red and her legs twitching. The sight of her writhing beneath me spurred me on, stoking the flames of my own desire. I knew we were dancing on the edge of too much, but I didn’t care. I wanted to see her unravel, wanted to hear her screams echo through the room as she came undone beneath my touch again.
“Jesus, fuck,” she said, and when I looked at her face, I was sure her eyes were watering.
“Are you crying?” I asked, my voice rougher than I intended. “Are you crying from the pleasure? That’s so fucking hot.”
Her response was nothing more than a choked whimper, her body shaking as if on the brink. She was close; I could feel it in the tense way her body clung to me, in the desperate hitch of her breath.
“Crying yet?” I asked once more, my voice dripping with intent. Her reply was a gasp, a strangled sound that only spurred me on.
“Answer me,” I commanded, feeling her tremble beneath me.
“Yes... yes,” she stammered out, the tears glistening on her lashes proving her words true. The sight was beautiful — Jade Bentley, lost in the throes of forbidden pleasure, crying out because of me.
“Good girl,” I praised her, my fingers slipping out only to plunge back against her sensitive bundle. I could feel her tightening around my fingers once again, the coil within her winding tighter. “Once you come for me again, I might give you my cock. You want my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes...I want it,” Jade whimpered in response. Her voice was hoarse and strained, evident of the pleasure that I had inflicted upon her. The mere thought of my hard length buried deep inside her elicited a shudder of anticipation within me—an anticipation mirrored in the tremble of her curvy frame beneath my touch.
“You’ll have to earn it,” I goaded, my tone dark and teasing yet laced with an unmistakable promise. My thumb began circling her clit again, eliciting a sharp gasp from her
“No more...I can’t...” she pleaded, her fingers clutching at the sheets beneath us, knotted in an attempt to ground herself amidst the pleasure I was relentless in providing. It was marvelous—seeing her so undone, so beautifully wrecked, all because of me.
“But you will,” I responded without mercy, increasing the pressure of my thumb on her clit. A renewed cry of pleasure erupted from her lips, her body quaking as she edged closer to another orgasm.
But I was done holding on. I was already very close to coming myself and the sight of her, so lost in desire, the feel of her slick walls clenching around my fingers, was driving me to the brink. I needed to be inside her, needed to feel her from the inside.
With a final flick of my thumb, Jade cried out again, climax washing over her with such force it left her shaking. As the waves subsided, she collapsed on the bed, chest heaving and body drenched in sweat.
“You’re ready for me,” I said, climbing up the bed, hovering above her.
My chest heaved with anticipation as Jade, with her eyes glazed over and her body still quivering from pleasure, gave a slight nod—the only permission I needed.
“Fucking hell,” I hissed through gritted teeth, the sensation of being inside her nearly overwhelming in its intensity. From the grip she had on my shoulders, digging her nails into my skin, I could tell she was feeling the depth of me as well.
“Dante...too much,” she whimpered, writhing in both pleasure and discomfort underneath me.
I thrust into her hard as I leaned down to whisper against her ear. “It’s okay, beautiful,” I said. “You’re so wet. You’ll get used to me soon.”
The words were an assurance, an oath, a vow that I would take care of her. That I would reduce her to the same quivering mess as before but this time, with my cock buried deep inside her.
But also…there was no chance I could pace myself. Not after I had seen her come over and over again, not as I fucked her with the taste of her arousal on my lips.
She began to match my rhythm, her hips lifting with each of my thrusts. I felt a surge of triumph as she began to respond to me, to give herself over to the pleasure we were creating together.
“Shit,” she whispered, her nails scraping down my back. Her voice was strained, and yet something sparked inside me at the sight of her beneath me, soft and wanton and all mine.
“Come on, darling,” I murmured, dragging my lips down her neck. “You can take more.” My voice was rough, filled with the desperate need that was spiraling tightly within me. Her body met each thrust with a delightful shudder, her satisfying groan a clear indication of her pleasure.
I fucked her hard, so hard, so relentlessly, that I could feel the tremors rippling through her body like electricity. Her gasps and cries echoed in my ears, spurring me on to heights that seemed unfathomable.
Each time I buried myself deep within her, a fresh wave of pleasure washed over me, pushing me closer and closer to the precipice. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, drawing me in deeper with each thrust.
“Dante, I can’t—I can’t—fuck, oh my God,” she said.
I knotted my hands in her hair and pulled it softly, exposing the expanse of her neck to me, raking my teeth along her pulse.
“You can and you will,” I growled back, our bodies slick with sweat as I pushed her further and further into the abyss of pleasure. The scent of our mixed arousal filled the air, a heady perfume that made my cock throb with each thrust.
“But Dante,” she whimpered, a plea for mercy that I ignored.
“Just one more,” I demanded, my voice so hoarse with desire that it was barely more than a growl. I shifted my angle, thrusting into her harder and faster until her body was shaking beneath mine.
I felt her walls tighten around me in response, her body trembling as she was sent over the edge once again. Her cries echoed in the room, lingering in the air as a powerful testament to our carnal union.
Feeling her body convulse around me, I let out a groan, my own climax tearing through me like a tornado. The world spun around me as I buried myself deep inside her one last time, my body shuddering as I emptied into her, my orgasm so overwhelming my other senses dulled into nothingness.
After our bodies stilled, I collapsed onto her, my weight pressing her into the soft mattress beneath us. Her breath came in pants as she struggled to catch her breath. I could feel her heartbeat against my chest, erratic but slowly returning to normal.
“Dante…” she whispered softly, her hands trembling as they ran through my hair. My name on her lips was laced with an intoxicating mix of satisfaction and exhaustion.
“Shhh…” I murmured back, brushing a stray lock from her forehead. “Just rest.”
“Aren’t you going to pull out?”
“Nah,” I replied, kissing the tip of her nose. “Not yet.”
She laughed. “Why not?”
“So that when I wake up,” I said. “I can just fuck you again.”