Rosalie
Dante grins at me.
“You have no idea how much I have had to deal with my cock since I bit you, little flame,” he says. “It has gone off in my fist many times while I think of you.”
This warlord has absolutely zero filter, and I seem to have let him loose. Dante closes the gap between us, and as if it was waiting for this moment, or perhaps in surprise, my towel chooses to drop to the floor. It means I get an extremely hard appendage pressed against my stomach.
Dante puts one hand behind my head, tilting it up to him as he gently swipes his thumb over my lips, before dropping his head to press a kiss there.
I taste him. The cum on his fingers from where he has been handling himself is salty sweet.
His forked tongue does things in my mouth which shouldn’t be possible, but they are.
I am hot, not just because of the steamy environment, but because everything Dante is doing to me, despite his admitted inexperience, is absolute perfection.
“I need to taste you, all over,” he murmurs.
“More bites?”
Dante rumbles into my neck.
“No bites, just licks.”
He pulls the straps of my swimsuit from my shoulders, slowly peeling the garment from me.
When my breasts appear, he makes a slow whining sound, and before I can say anything, his mouth is on a nipple, sucking and licking at it, making me moan and grasp at his hair.
Dante rumbles over my sensitive peak, and his hands continue to remove the swimsuit until it drops to my feet.
I am bare before him, and Dante is on his knees, his hands grasping at my hips.
“You smell so good, little flame. You have always smelt so good,” he rumbles, his huge thumbs at my apex. “I need to eat you up.”
Without any warning, he shoves his nose into my crotch and inhales. I release a squeak of surprise and delight because almost immediately, he has lifted one leg up on his shoulder, and he has his tongue buried deep within me.
But it’s not enough. Dante wants more. I am helpless in his arms as he swipes me up, lays me flat on the warm, slightly spongy surface of the aquium floor, and really, really goes to town.
Both hands are under my buttocks to make sure he can angle me any way he wants as he finds my clit and explores it.
With an accuracy I doubt any human man has ever obtained (and certainly not in my case), Dante nibbles and sucks on the sensitive nub until I can’t hold on any longer.
My body contracts, my back arching and my pelvis pushing itself into his face as my cries ring around the vast pool area.
I’m pulsing. I’m shuddering my climax everywhere without a care.
Pure, simple pleasure plucked from me by a warlord who hasn’t ever done this before…
Or has he?
Dante lifts his head up, his face smeared with my glistening moisture, the forked tips of his tongue flapping like mad as he attempts to lick himself clean, all with a smile a mile wide.
No, I don’t think he has.
“You made my cock go off,” he says with a groan. “When you covered me in your juices.”
Sure enough, as he rises from his position between my legs, his cock is pumping out cum like a firehose.
“Oh.”
But before I can say anything else, I’m caged by him, his massive body covering mine, his lips on my lips, meaning now I taste him and myself.
“You are utterly delicious, little flame,” Dante rasps. “I want to eat you forever. But I also want to put my cock inside you.”
He slowly pumps at his cock and lifts the mess he’s made to my mouth.
“Here, it will assist.” He says solemnly as he places his thumb against my lips.
I lick at them and a groan racks him. He tastes salty sweet and somehow it tingles on my tongue.
A shiver runs through my body. Heat is already building within me. I feel like I have flooded Dante with my moisture and more. I still don’t think it will be possible to fit him, and I can’t believe he is ready to go again.
Dante dips his head, shoving it into the crook of my neck and nibbling on the area where he first bit me, sending spikes of pleasure coursing through my system, nearly bringing me to another orgasm.
“I want to bury myself in you, my mate. I want to mate you, to plunder you, to breed you.”
“Dante!” I gasp as his last admission tips me over the edge.
The blunt head of his cock is at my entrance, and as my hips lift, he slides inside me.
I gasp out loud at the stretch, which is intense to the point of pain until…
it isn’t and instead I feel every single ridge, every single node scraping through my channel until Dante is inside me with a long, satisfied moan.
His eyes are closed, his long, dark hair shrouding both of us.
“This is so good…so good,” he murmurs. “I can’t…I don’t want to move because my cock will go off again.” He breathes out long and slow. “And I need to pleasure you, little mate.”
I put my hands on either side of his face and gently stroke my thumbs over his cheeks.
“You are pleasuring me, Dante.” An involuntary pulse flows through me, and he groans my name.
I lift my hips once again, and he withdraws before thrusting back inside me again.
“My little flame,” he says, his voice rough. “I am inside you. I am breeding you.” He pants.
He circles his hips and goes deeper before setting up a demanding, delicious pace which brings me to climax oh-so-easily.
Dante grits his teeth with a deep growl as I pulse over him, my channel gripping him, needing him, desiring him as I’m sent into the stars, my vision long gone, every nerve in my body firing at once.
My big bad warlord is ploughing me, his thrusts increasing in speed, his breath coming in short pants, his eyes completely focussed on my face as he continues to plunder my body and tip me over the edge once again.
I’m aware I call his name. I know I grab hold of his arms, I know I buck and thrash as he groans, thrusting and thrusting in irregular bursts until there is a sharp pinch and then a feeling of delicious hot lava coating my insides.
“Rosalie,” Dante rasps in my ear. “I have hooked you. You are mine.”