DANTE:
I break the kiss, my eyes roaming over her perfect body as hers lock onto mine. God, I want to be gentle, but I do not know if I can stop myself. The way I want her scares me as much as it excites me.
I tear the dress down to her belly, craving the perfect view. Seeing her in the dressing room earlier made me ache, imagining it was just the two of us, alone. I would have bent her over the table and taken her completely.
Her arms instinctively wrap around her chest. I grab them, opening them up.
“Never do that again, love,” I murmur, my voice hoarse and hungry, before lowering myself to kiss her n*****s.
She lets out a soft, pleasurable groan. I take her left breast in my mouth, sucking, rolling my tongue around her hardened n****e, memorizing every curve of her body with my han
