36. Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter 36
D ante held her with icy control, but it was clear he was wavering. His eyes darkened with lust. She wanted to see the real Dante, the Atlantean who kissed her with the heat of a thousand burning suns. She wanted the promise of power and violence, the whisper of brutality that Dante attempted to hide beneath the veneer of his civility. Rieka wanted it all.
Dante stared at her mouth; his hand tugged her braid as he tilted her head up to face him.
She licked her lips.
“Wildfire.”
His lips crushed against hers. Her mouth opened, letting his tongue invade as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled her body to him. Her breasts strained against her clothes as she arched against him. His hard erection pressed into her stomach, and she trailed her fingers down the front of him. His skin was just as she had imagined: biteable and hard. The muscles contracted under her trail. She was doing this to him.
A moan escaped Dante as his hand ran possessively down her back. Everything was warmer than it had been ten seconds ago. Hot kisses trailed down her neck as he tugged at her braid as he adjusted her body to suit him. His touch left a trail of fire in its wake. He moved, his hand cupping her ass as he lifted her up. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his lean hips as she captured his lips, demanding more. She wanted to be closer. Damn the material between them.
She gasped as she rubbed against his erection. The hint of friction was not enough; she needed more. Wanted to feel his skin against hers.
“You are wearing too many layers.”
In response, sharp canines scraped against her collarbone, sending a chill through her. He cupped her ass harder as his hold on her braid loosened.
“So demanding.”
Dante took a step away from the shelf. Each step added to the friction she was feeling until he lowered her to the bed. Dante moved, his large body looming over her. The bastard wasn’t touching a single part of her, but the intensity of his gaze made her feel alive. It was like he wanted to devour and worship her at the same time.
“So beautiful, Wildfire.” His eyes had darkened to almost black, and were filled with lust.
Dante smiled.
Her breath hitched in her throat, and the rest of the world disappeared. It was just them.
Dante captured her mouth again; she pulled him closer, wanting to touch every part of him as she sucked his tongue. She needed more. So much more, but she didn’t have the vocabulary to put it into words—not right now. The kiss was hot and demanding, as though neither of them wanted to submit to the other. Everything ceased to exist, including time.
Dante tugged at her T-shirt, the kiss pausing for a second as he pulled it over her head. He stopped and looked down at her. Heat flooded through her. Her nipples tightened under his scrutiny as she fought the urge to beg for more.
He grabbed her wrists, holding them over her head as he dipped his head to her neck, trailing hot little bites and licks as he went lower and lower. She squirmed as heat flooded through her. All her senses were going into overdrive.
He paused. His warmth engulfed her; she was surrounded by his beating heart as she strained to get closer to him.
His lips murmured something against her skin a microsecond before his mouth captured one of her breasts. He devoured her nipple. The sensitive bud was on fire, each suck and lick sending a jolt of pleasure rolling through her. His free hand moved to her other breast as he cupped and kneaded it to the rhythm of his mouth. She was going to come from this alone. The combination of his attention and of his ministrations made her groan; she ached to be touched. Lower.
She closed her eyes.
He dipped his head to her opposite breast, lavishing the same devotion to it as his hand trailed down her stomach, tracing the outline of her panties. She wanted more.
“Rieka.”
She looked up, almost lost in the sensations.
The lust in his eyes was unmistakable. “I want to know how wet you are.”
Her thighs clenched at the sheer thought as heat infused her face.
“Not yet,” Dante ordered, which only turned her on more. “Take off your underwear.”
She lifted her hips so Dante could drag them over her legs. Cool air caressed her. She wanted to close her thighs, but she forced down the embarrassment.
A wicked smile crossed Dante’s face as he lay on his side, his long, deft fingers tracing a sensual line from her collarbone along the center of her body, following the slight curve of her stomach. Lighting a fire within her with the barest touch.
Rieka arched her back, parting her legs as he slowly, agonizingly slowly, traced her seam.
“So exquisite.”
She felt like a goddamn goddess at the mercy of Dante.
“Eyes open,” Dante ordered. “I want to see them turn red.” He stared at her, his lids heavy with lust, his entire body taut, every muscle outlined.
Rieka wanted to turn him over and lick every inch of him until he was begging for her. She reached out.
“I want to see you make yourself come.”
Her thighs clenched together as heat washed over her. She had never masturbated with another person in the room—that had always felt too personal, a level of intimacy she hadn’t wanted to share with previous partners. She opened her mouth to argue.
“Show me what you like,” Dante ordered.
She nodded and licked her lips.
Dante didn’t take his eyes off her as she brought her hand to her mouth and licked her finger before slowly trailing it along her body. Anticipation heightened the sensation. She didn’t break eye contact. The stare was a silent challenge as she widened her legs, so he would have an unabashed view of her pussy. Hesitating for a second, she ignored the surge of vulnerability that threatened to overwhelm her. Today was a day for action. The wetness coated her fingers as she gently penetrated herself, her hips arching off the bed of their own accord.
Dante groaned.
The sound vibrated through her, as she let her other hand circle her clit; she wouldn’t need much, not now. Her body had been teetering on the edge, and she was beyond sensitive. She increased the pressure as she imagined it was Dante touching her, taunting her. Fuck. Her breathing was coming out quicker, and her fingers found the rhythm she liked.
Forgetting where she was, she just let her body lose itself in the sensation. Tiny beads of sweat covered her skin. Her breathing intermingled with Dante’s as the ache between her legs grew stronger and stronger as she crested the peak, chasing the feeling of freedom.
Her body tightened. She was getting higher and higher, her body arching off the bed.
So goddamn close to release.
“Dante,” Rieka groaned, almost mindless as she chased the orgasm. “I want you. Now.”
D ante stared at Rieka; he was straining against his pants as she arched her back off the bed. The scent of desire was almost tangible and was driving him to the edge. Dante was used to being in control, but Rieka not only threatened his tenuous hold on it but made him want to ignore it and let instinct take over. He had wanted to watch her come, but he needed to touch her. Wanted to make sure it was his name she screamed.
Dante should have known Rieka wouldn’t play by his rules.
Rieka turned her attention to him. She bit her lip as she stared at him, her eyes almost entirely red with desire, pleading for his touch.
“Dante,” she whispered, her voice husky with need. “Hurry up.”
His body trembled, his erection throbbing as he pulled off his pants. Dante stopped.
“I’m on birth control,” she said. Rieka slowly looked him over. She licked her lips as she stared at his cock.
Dante was painfully hard. Pre-cum dripped down his already sensitive member. “I don’t have a condom.” It was not something Atlanteans concerned themselves with, not with their enhanced immunity and ability to heal. But he wanted to ensure Rieka was comfortable.
Rieka dragged her gaze up to his as she widened her legs in an evocative invitation. “Dante. Please.”
Dante moved closer to Rieka. “Did I tell you to stop?”
Rieka ignored him, her hands grabbing his shoulders as her long legs wrapped around him and pulled him closer until he was at her entrance; her heat beckoned for him to enter. But he waited.
She wiggled her hips, her hands scraping against his lower abdomen, moving lower as she widened her legs, giving him a delicious view of her pussy.
Dante barely held himself up, his arms shaking with restraint. He wanted to savor this moment.
Rieka’s fingers trailed along his chest, lower and lower, until she grasped him, her fingers wrapping around his hard dick. She encircled him as she stroked his length, his every nerve ending alight with painful desire. Rieka licked her lips. He didn’t think it was possible, but his erection hardened.
“You wanted to know how wet I am,” Rieka whispered. She traced a damp finger along his lips. He tasted Rieka, a mixture of sweetness and midnight rain. He sucked at her fingers, urged on by Rieka’s small little moans.
He grabbed her hip, entering her with one thrust. Pleasure exploded through him as her tightness engulfed him, all other thoughts disappearing. Nothing else mattered. Just Rieka.
Rieka gasped at the intrusion, her legs pulling him toward her as he lowered his head to her breast and sucked one bud, then the other, moving between the two as Rieka moaned. Nails bit into his back as she held onto him with one hand and pulled his hair with the other. Pinpricks of pain marred his pleasure. He had never allowed a lover this much control.
He paused.
Bright eyes stared at him, pleading for him to continue.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she demanded as she tilted her pelvis up. Her legs forced him to shift, bringing them closer. Dante wanted to take his time, but Rieka had other plans, and he didn’t want to disappoint her. He pulled out and then slammed back into her. Her body arched, demanding more. Rieka felt so damn good; she was so tight and wet. It wouldn’t take much for him to lose the rest of his composure and just thrust into her until he sent them both over the edge. Make Rieka beg for more. He wanted his name on her lips as she came over and over again. He needed to mark her soul, just as she had unintentionally marked his. Any form of control or composure had left him. Animalistic instinct drove him, and it was all centered on Rieka’s pleasure.
He moved his hand between them, plucked at her clit, and her entire body went still.
She looked up at him with wide eyes. “Harder.” She rocked her hips, forcing him to meet her every movement as her mouth found the junction between his collarbone and his neck, and she sucked the spot—hard.
Rieka’s stomach clenched as he continued to rub at her clit. Her breathing became more erratic. He focused his attention on her as she lifted her body off the bed, trembling with need and desire as she clawed the sheets. Sheer perspiration covered her body. She looked like a goddess ready to be devoured.
“Please.” She rocked against him, again. The move was his undoing.
He felt her orgasm; eyes closed, she wrapped herself around him. Her release triggered something in him as the remainder of his control left him.
He grunted as the orgasm unfurled within him as he continued to thrust. Everything left his mind, and all he could think about was how Rieka moved to meet his every move, demanding more. Her nails dug into his back, urging him to continue. Her small gasps drove him onward. He wanted to draw back, regain some of his control, but he was lost to the sensations. His body tensed as Rieka arched her spine, squeezing him tight as she rode her orgasm. Whimpers of desire escaped her lips.
“Fuck. Rieka.”
It was too much. Dante let instinct take over as he followed Rieka over the edge. He collapsed on top of Rieka. He rolled, moving Rieka with him until she was on top of him.
Rieka trailed her hands down his arms; her lips swollen from his kisses. Her hair had escaped its braid. He fought the urge to run his fingers through the loose curls. She sighed, closing her eyes.
Dante kissed her eyelids, moving so he could tuck her body against his. Rieka wrapped herself around him, her legs draped across him. In the quiet, he could focus on her breathing and the beating of her heart.