A Dark Dance

Chapter 8

His rough hands slide down my bare thighs, his calloused fingers tracing the curves of my legs, as his eyes roam across my exposed flesh, dark and hungry. The cool air of the bedroom barely cools my heated skin as he moves to kneel between my thighs. My fingers curl into the sheets beside my head as his hot breath fans across the skin of my thighs and his hands slowly push my legs apart, opening me to him.

I know I should stop him, stop this, but heaven help me, I wanted him so badly. He was dangerous, he was trying to claim me, and I should run.

But as his fingers trace little circles along my skin, the only thing I can think about is him touching me. His eyes are locked in between my thighs, at the soft curls that lay there. Dante leans closer and nuzzles my inner thigh, sending shivers through my body.

"I want to taste every inch of you, Tesoro." he purrs against my thigh, his hands pushing my thighs further apart.

I bend my knee slightly and let him spread me open for him. The way he smirks is so irritating that it nearly makes me feel like striking his arrogant expression, but, the way his eyes grow darker completely overwhelms me with a deep, restless longing that I find impossible to control. His hand moves up my thigh until his fingers brush through my curls, stroking me slowly as he takes his time before sliding his fingers between my already slick lips.

"You're already so wet for me," he murmurs as his thumb finds my c**t and brushes against it with a possessive tenderness, circling it with slow, deliberate pressure. My hips lift off the mattress and I moan softly. His eyes flick up to me, watching the way I squirm at his touch. Then, with his eyes still on mine, he lowers his head closer to my core.

When his breath hits me, my body shivers again, but when his fingers spread me and his mouth touches me, his tongue flickering out to trace a teasing stripe between my lips, I nearly fly off the bed with pleasure. "Dante," I moan, reaching down to lace my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.

His low chuckle vibrates against my core and his rough hands reach for my hips, holding me steady as his mouth devours me. His tongue traces slow and deliberate circles around my c**t, sucking and biting the hard bud, before moving down and slowly pushing his tongue into me. My nails dig into his scalp as my fingers tighten in his hair.

His dark eyes, half-lidded and intense, never leave my face as he sucks and licks at me, like a starved man. His nose presses against my c**t as his tongue thrusts into me and his fingers on my hips dig into my flesh like he wants to leave bruises. To mark me. But I don't stop him. I lift my hips, even as he holds me firm, wanting more.

When I moan again, half a cry, he growls against me and moves his mouth back to my c**t. His eyes burn with satisfaction as my fingers tighten in his hair once more.

"Tell me what you want, Tesoro." He purrs against me, his tongue flicking against my c**t with deliberate pressure. The mattress creaks beneath me as I arch off the bed.

My heart seems to be lodged in my throat, making it hard to breathe. I don't want to say it, what I need and want. Yet, his eyes remain fixed on me, calm and patient, as if waiting for me to give in, as his tongue maintains the steady pressure on my most intimate part.

Finally, after a long moment, I relent. "You, Dante," I cry out as his teeth graze my sensitive flesh, "I want you inside me."

The look in his eyes is pure satisfaction, utterly animalistic, as he pulls me closer to his hungry mouth and his tongue works me with renewed vigor, lapping at my sensitive flesh.

He rises from between my legs, his mouth glistening with my arousal. He doesn't break eye contact as he leans back and unbuckles his belt, sliding the leather through the loops of his slacks. The button pops open next and the hiss of his zipper fills the room, unnaturally loud in the quiet room. His hands are on me again before the fabric even hits the floor, hands on my hips, fingers pressed into the soft flesh with possessive intensity. He pulls me to the edge of the bed, then reaches for my thighs. He pushes my legs back and opens me wider to him.

It's not slow and gentle. He thrusts into me with a single powerful motion, his thick length burying itself deep inside me in one stroke. My eyes lock onto his as I cry out and reach for him, my hands wrapping around the back of his neck as he holds himself in me.

My heart is frantic, hammering a beat against the cage of my ribs, a wild counterpoint to the terrifying stillness of him. The stretch is exquisite, a familiar yet shocking fullness that leaves me wanting more.

He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear as he murmurs, "You're mine, Tesoro." His voiced is laced with dark satisfaction, his breath hot on my skin. I want to deny it, to fight him, but I also need this. I want this night, this moment, before I prove him wrong.

Dante's powerful thighs press against mine, keeping me spread wide, as he finally moves. Deliberate, slow, almost cruel, he moves inside me. He watches me as he pulls out, almost completely, before slamming back into me with such a force that it makes the bedframe rattle. Then, he sets a punishing pace, his thrusts are relentless and claiming, leaving no part of me untouched. Our mutual grunts and moans fill the air around us as he moves and I move to meet him, rolling my hips against his.

My nails dig into his neck as each thrust sends jolts of pleasure through me and the bed creaks with a steady rhythm. Dante's hands move up my body, his palms skimming my gently rounded stomach, the curve of my ribs, until they lace through my curls, tangling in them as he presses me deeper into the mattress. Stars flash in front of my eyes as he leans over me, thrust as he anchors himself with my locks. My legs curl around him, lifting my hips to meet each thrust.

A guttural sound rips from his throat, a mix of shock and raw approval as I pull him deeper into me.

"Dio." He growls, lowering his head to nibble on my ear.

I gasp and arch. "Dante," I pant, "Dante, I'm so f*****g close."

He growls and licks a stripe up my neck. "Come for me, Tesoro."