The electric charge from the bite still hummed in my veins as I pushed Dante back onto the mattress. I scrambled over him, my knees digging into the sheets on either side of his hips. Straddling him felt different—powerful. His eyes were dark, tracking my every movement with a hunger that made my skin prickle.
"You're bold tonight," Dante murmured, his hands sliding up my thighs to hold me in place. "I like it."
I didn't answer with words. I leaned forward, my breasts brushing against his chest, and guided his hand down between us. When his fingers found me, I was already slick, aching for him. He didn't hesitate, his palm pressing firmly against me before he guided himself to my opening.
"Take it," he commanded, his voice a low growl.
As he pushed inside, I gasped, my head falling bac
