Chapter 69
LXIX.
DANTE & brYNN
Brynn
The words left her mouth before she could stop them. A challenge. An invitation. A plea she couldn't take back.
For a heartbeat, nothing happened.
She watched Dante's eyes darken.
This wasn't like before. Not like the garden, not like the night after the ball when he'd stopped them both at the edge. There was no hesitation in the way he moved toward her now.
His hands found her waist with a grip that brooked no argument.
She gasped as strong fingers dug in hard enough to bruise, anchoring her, claiming her.
Her legs wrapped around his hips before she could think, heels digging into his lower back, and she ground against him shamelessly.
Desperate for friction. Desperate for him.
He pressed her back against the wall. Cold stone bit through her clothes, sharp contrast to the heat rolling off his body. His mouth hovered over hers, close enough she could feel his breath. Warm. Ragged. Laced with everything he'd been holding back.
"I'm going to ruin you." The words vibrated against her pulse.
Her breath stuttered. Her cunt clenched around nothing.
"I'm going to take you apart piece by piece until you forget your own name." His lips brushed the shell of her ear. "Until the only word left in that clever mouth is mine."
She was already wet. Could feel the slick heat gathering between her thighs, soaking through her underwear. Her body readying itself for him before her mind could catch up.
He pressed his hips forward, letting her feel every inch of how hard he was. The thick ridge of his cock ground against her core through their clothes, and she whimpered at the pressure. Not enough. Not nearly enough.
"Feel that?" He pressed harder, rocking against her in a slow, torturous rhythm. "That's what you do to me. Every fucking day. Every time you look at me with those defiant eyes, every time you say my name like it belongs to you."
His hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back hard enough to sting. The pain shot straight to her cunt.
"It does belong to me," she gasped.
He growled against her throat.
"Yes." He bit her earlobe, tugging with his teeth. "And tonight I'm going to make sure you know exactly what that means."
Their mouths crashed together.
His tongue swept against hers, claiming, and she tasted the wildness in him. She kissed him back with equal desperation, her hands fisting in his hair, pulling hard enough to hurt. He groaned into her mouth, a low broken sound that made her grind harder against him.
This time there would be no stopping.
His shadows curled around them both, lifting her away from the wall.
Cool tendrils wrapped around her thighs, her waist, sliding against her skin like silk.
The sensation made her shiver. Cold where his body burned hot.
Smooth where his hands gripped rough. They moved with intent, caressing her through her clothes, dipping beneath her neckline to stroke the tops of her breasts.
The world dissolved into darkness.
Shadow travel. She'd experienced it before, but never like this. Never with his mouth still on hers, his hands gripping her hips, his shadows stroking her skin while the realm blurred around them. It lasted only seconds, but by the time solid ground reformed beneath them, she was dizzy with want.
They tumbled onto the bed together. She landed on her back with him between her thighs, and the weight of him pressed her into the mattress. She could feel his cock straining against his pants, pressing into the soft flesh of her inner thigh. Hard and thick and insistent.
"Too many clothes," she panted against his mouth.
He pulled back. Eyes blazing. "Then do something about it."
She reached for his shirt with fingers that trembled.
The fabric tore under her urgency. She heard the stitches give, didn't care.
Just needed skin. Her palms found his chest, mapped the hard planes of muscle, the scars that told stories she'd learn later.
He was burning hot beneath her hands. When her nails raked down his chest, leaving red trails in their wake, he hissed through his teeth and his hips jerked against her.
"My turn," he growled.
His hands found the laces of her gown, but his patience lasted all of two seconds before shadows joined in. Cool tendrils sliced through fabric like blades, baring her skin inch by inch. The dress fell away in ruined pieces until she lay in nothing but her thin chemise.
He sat back on his heels, looking at her. His eyes traced over her breasts, nipples already hard and visible through the sheer fabric. Down the flat plane of her stomach. To the damp patch between her thighs where she'd soaked through.
"You're wet already," he said. Voice rough with want. "I can see it. Smell it." He inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring, and his cock twitched visibly in his pants. "You smell like honey. Been thinking about me, thief?"
Her face flushed. "Shut up and touch me."
"Answer me first." A shadow slid up her inner thigh, cool and teasing.
It pushed between her legs, pressed against her soaked underwear, and she gasped at the sensation.
Smooth and cold and firm, rubbing slow circles against her cunt.
"Have you touched yourself thinking about me?
Slid your fingers into that pretty cunt and pretended they were mine? "
"Yes." The word ripped out of her. The shadow pressed harder, and she whimpered. "Yes, damn you."
His smile showed satisfaction. "Good. So have I. Stroked my cock until I spilled into my own hand, imagining it was your tight little cunt."
The image made her breathless. Dante alone in his chambers, his fist wrapped around his cock, pumping himself while he thought of her. She moaned, hips rolling against the shadow still working her through her underwear.
He yanked the chemise over her head, baring her completely. Then he stripped off his ruined shirt, his pants, until he was naked above her.
Her eyes dropped to his cock.
Thick. Flushed. Straining. A bead of precum glistened at the tip, catching the firelight. It jutted up toward his stomach, the head swollen, veins running along the underside. Her mouth watered at the sight.
"Like what you see?" he asked.
"Come here," she breathed. "I want to taste you."
Dante
Her words nearly undid him.
He let her push him onto his back. Let her climb over him, her bare skin sliding against his, her wet cunt leaving a slick trail on his thigh as she moved down his body. The evidence of her arousal smeared across his skin. Marking him.
She kissed her way down his chest, her tongue tracing the lines of his muscles, teeth nipping at his skin. Lower. Following the trail of dark hair that led to his cock. When her breath ghosted over the head, his hips jerked involuntarily and more precum leaked from the tip.
"Brynn—"
She wrapped her hand around him. Her fingers barely fit around his girth, and the sight of her small hand gripping his shaft made his balls tighten with need. She stroked once, slow, from base to tip, and her thumb swept through the precum beading at the slit.
"You're dripping," she murmured. "All this for me?"
"Every drop."
She lowered her mouth and licked him clean.
The sound that tore from his throat wasn't human. Her tongue swirled around the head, lapping up his precum, and she moaned at the taste. The vibration traveled down his shaft, and his hands fisted in the sheets.
"You taste good," she said, lips brushing his sensitive tip with every word. "Salt and power.”
Then she took him into her mouth.
Hot. So fucking hot, and wet, and tight. Her lips stretched around his girth, pink and swollen and obscene. She sank down slowly. Taking as much as she could. He felt himself hit the back of her throat and she gagged, pulled back, then tried again. Determined. Greedy.
"Fuck." His hand tangled in her hair, guiding but not forcing. "Your mouth. So hot. So fucking tight."
She found a rhythm. Bobbing her head, cheeks hollowing with every upstroke, tongue working the sensitive underside of his shaft.
Her hand stroked what her mouth couldn't reach, twisting at the base, squeezing just right.
The wet sounds filled the chamber—slurping, sucking, every sound proof of how she worked his cock like she was starving for it.
Spit dripped down his shaft, pooling at the base. She was messy. Enthusiastic. Fucking perfect.
"That's it," he groaned. "Take it. Take all of it."
She moaned around him, and the vibration made his hips buck. She gagged but didn't pull away. Just took him deeper, tears pricking the corners of her eyes from the effort, spit and precum smearing across her chin.
He looked down, watching his cock disappear between her swollen lips.
Watching her cheeks bulge with his thickness.
Her eyes were half-lidded, glazed with lust, and when she looked up at him through her lashes, mouth stuffed full of his cock, tears streaking her face, looking utterly debauched, he nearly came right then.
"You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth," he rasped. "Stuffed full of me. Drooling all over my shaft." He wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb. "Is this what you imagined when you touched yourself? My cock stretching those pretty lips?"
She pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to his tip. Her lips were swollen. Red. Slick with spit and precum.
"I imagined a lot of things." She licked the length of him, base to tip, tongue tracing the thick vein. "Your cock in my mouth." Another lick. "Your cock in my cunt." She sucked the head back in, swirling her tongue, then let it pop free. "Your cock in my ass."
His vision went white at the edges.
"Later," he growled, grabbing her. "I'll fuck every hole you have. But right now—"
He flipped them.
Brynn
Her back hit the mattress, and then he was on top of her—between her thighs. The head of his cock pressed against her entrance, nudging through her soaked folds.