Dante's Angel (13 page)

“I like how it
feels.” Her body jerked as he reached out to stroke a hand over the soft,
smooth skin of her mound.

“So do I.”

Zoe’s breath
left in a rush as he raised one of her legs, pressing soft kisses on the inside
of her thigh. Her hands gripped the couch, but she reached for him now. On
edge, she was ready to come from his words alone. “Dante, come to me now. I’m
ready.”

A low moan
escaped as she felt one of his thick digits penetrate her pussy, easily sliding
into her slick, wet heat. Her body clenched around his invading finger and her
hips jerked as his palm brushed against her clit. His touch felt like being
jolted with electricity. It felt so good, and each stroke made her desperate
for more.

“You’re wet,
but really tight, angel. And my dick is pretty big,” he told her bluntly. “I
don’t want to hurt you.”

She could barely
hear him now. The pleasure inside her was growing as his fingers slid in and
out of her. His touch was so hot, she felt burned alive. Her hips began to
move, following the rhythm of his movements. Zoe should have felt exposed lying
there naked before him, but she reveled in his touch too much to feel
self-conscious.

Zoe gasped as
he leaned over her so he could press his lips against her quivering stomach. He
moved up her body, taking her right nipple into his mouth. She writhed beneath
him as she felt the sharp tingle shoot straight to her core when he increased
the pressure. Her hands flew up to grip his hair, holding him to her, then her
body arched when he curled his fingers inside her, reaching that secret spot
she’d only heard about.

“Holy fucking
shit!”

“My angel has
such a potty mouth,” Dante murmured softly against her skin. “You liked that,
huh? You’re so damn tight, I’m gonna lose my mind when I get inside you.”

She let out a
low moan when his mouth moved over to her other breast, giving it the same
treatment as the first. It only took a few more strokes before her body
clenched down on him and she screamed out his name.

Dante growled in
satisfaction as he watched the pleasure take her. Feeling her body come apart
made him want to roar out in triumph. She was his. He’d never felt so utterly
possessive of a woman before. The desire to mark her, to brand her in some way
so everyone would know exactly who she belonged to, was strong.

Insanity. Fuck,
he felt like the damn caveman she called him.

Needing
her to come again, Dante lowered himself down between her parted legs. She
tried to close them, but he used his free hand to jerk her thigh up onto the
couch, holding it there so he had complete access to her. He kept his fingers
inside her, continuing to push them into her tight, hot hole as his tongue
began to lash at her tiny clit.

The
sound of her strangled scream made his cock jerk. Her body bucked, but he
didn’t stop. He loved the way her hips ground against his face as he lapped at
her pussy. The taste of her spilled onto his tongue like sweet, hot honey, and
he craved more.

He
felt her body begin to shake, and he glanced up to see her watching him with
those dark, erotic eyes of hers. Her gaze was filled with a mixture of such
hunger and love, it made his heart swell with pride that she was really his.

“I
want you to come again for me, angel. Come now.”

Keeping
his eyes on her, he latched onto her clit with his mouth and sucked hard. Thunder
boomed outside, drowning out her cries. Dante felt her body jerk, and he braced
his hand on her stomach, holding her still beneath him as another orgasm ripped
through her.

“Dante!”

Zoe
trembled in the aftermath of her release. She hadn’t even realized that she’d
closed her eyes until she had to pry them open again. She looked down and her
breath caught at the passion blazing in Dante’s ice-blue eyes.

“I need you
now, Zoe,” he growled out. “I can’t wait any longer.”

“Then come to
me, Dante. I need you, too.”

Zoe held up
her arms to him. He wiped at his mouth with the back of hand, then crawled up
until his large body was pressed over hers. Her legs lifted, so she cradled him
between her thighs. She felt the hot length of his erection against her bare
mound, and she shifted her hips against him erotically in invitation.

“Shit, baby. I
need to protect you. I’ll be right back.”

He started to
rise up, but she wrapped her legs around his waist to hold him in place. “You
don’t need to,” she told him. “I can’t take the pill, but I’m on the depo shot.
I—”

Dante let out
a low growl as his mouth slammed down on hers, cutting off her words. He lifted
her, shifting her fully onto the couch. Slanting his mouth over hers, his
tongue delved deep. Their lips fused together as he lodged the head of his cock
against the opening of her pussy.

With one hard
thrust, he buried himself deep inside her.

He swallowed
her cry with his mouth. It felt so good, he thought he would go mad from the
pleasure of finally feeling her surrounding him. She was tight, so much tighter
than he’d expected, but she felt so damn good he had to fight back the urge to
pound himself into her until they both came. He rotated his hips, making sure
he was as far inside her tight sheath as he could go, then he froze, holding
himself completely still.

Dante lifted
his head so he could look down at her. “Zoe, are you okay?”

Zoe could feel
his steel-hard length throbbing inside her. She felt wonderfully full. She
loved his weight on her, loved feeling the corded muscles on his back as she
stroked her hands over him. Winding her arms around his neck, she whispered,
“Dante?”

“Yes, angel?”

“If you don’t
shut up and start moving, I’m going to have to hurt you.”

“Yeah?” His
chuckle was a husky sound filled with dark promise. “I wouldn’t want that. Spread
you legs wider for me, sweetheart. I’m gonna take you for a ride.”

She pulled his
head back down, taking his lips in a searing kiss. Zoe could taste herself on
his lips, and she found it both erotic and slightly sinful. She willed her body
to relax, to accept him. As soon as she did, she felt him slide deeper. Their
moans of pleasure mingled as he began moving inside her, pulling his cock out,
only to push in again, harder, deeper.

His huge shaft
rubbed against the sensitive nerve endings inside her pussy, pushing her closer
to climax with every thrust. He played her like the finest instrument, striking
the chords that set her body humming, building to a crescendo with a strength
that terrified her.

“So good. You
feel so good inside me.”

“I knew it would be like this. So damn tight and perfect. It’s like you
were made for me, angel,” Dante panted.

Crushing his mouth against hers again, he angled his head to the side
to take the kiss deeper. He had stamina, knew how to make sex last for hours,
but with Zoe, all of that was blown straight to hell. The need he felt for her
was overwhelming. All consuming. Loving her, being with her this way was like
sharing a soul, and he never wanted it to end.

Zoe tore her mouth away from his, gasping for breath. “Oh, God.
I’m…fuck, Dante! I’m gonna come! Harder. Give me more.”

Dante’s control snapped at her demand.

Bracing one
foot on the floor, he levered up over her. He pushed her thighs back toward her
chest and powered into her, driving his cock into her tight pussy over and over
again. Their lovemaking turned wild, out of control, like the storm that
continued to rage outside. He thrust hard and fast, wringing moans of ecstasy
from her that almost sounded like sobs.

Their pace grew frantic, both of them racing toward something just out
of reach.

The world dissolved around Zoe as she came. Her orgasm hit her with a
force that had her back arching off the couch. She couldn’t stop it, and
wouldn’t even if she could. She began chanting his name, over and over again in
time to the waves of pleasure wracking her body.

“Damn, baby. You’re so fucking sexy when you come. I need to see it
again.”

“Oh, God. I can’t.”

“You can. I need to see it. Come for me, Zoe. Give it to me. Give me
your pleasure.”

He reached down and stroked his fingers over her clit as he pounded
into her tight pussy. She screamed as her pussy clamped down around his thick
cock, her body exploding again before she’d had time to recover from the last. She
clung to him, nails digging into his arms as she cried out for him, her orgasm
consuming her until nothing existed for her but him.

“You’re mine, Zoe! All mine.”

Dante thrust once, twice more, then he let out a wild roar as he
erupted inside her. His hips kept jerking as he filled her with pulse after
pulse of his hot seed. Still shuddering from his powerful climax, he fell over
her. He was careful to keep his full weight off her smaller body as he buried
his face into the crook of her neck.

Minutes passed as he nuzzled against her soft skin, and a sigh of
contentment left him as he felt her hands stroking over his back. “Did I hurt
you? I was a little rough and—”

She sighed. “It was wonderful.”

The awe in her voice had him lifting up so he could see her face. She
had a soft smile on her lips and he couldn’t resist leaning down to kiss her.
“You were wonderful.”

Her smile widened. “I told you, I’m a fast learner.”

Dante laughed. “I remember. You told me that when I hired you, but I
didn’t know you’d excel at everything you tried.”

Her brow arched. “Excel, did I? I think I like that.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” It took some maneuvering, but he
managed to shift them on the couch so she was sprawled over him. He groaned as
he felt her body clench down on his cock at the movement.

“Umm…Dante? Didn’t you…you know?”

Amusement had him grinning. “Did I come? Hell, yeah I did. I came so
damn hard, I thought my heart was gonna stop.”

There was a long pause before she asked, “Then why are you still hard?”

He sighed loudly. “I’ve wanted you for a long damn time. I think it’s
going to take me awhile before I get my fill of you. He’s going to stay hard
whenever you’re around.”

“He? Oh, please tell me you aren’t one of those guys that talks about
his dick like he has a mind of his own. Does he have a favorite color? Maybe he
likes a certain TV show?”

“He certainly likes you,” Dante said, then he cringed. “Okay, let’s
stop talking about my dick like he’s a different person. It’s starting to creep
me out.”

Zoe giggled as she burrowed closer to him, resting her head on his
chest. It was comforting to lie there, listening to the beat of his heart.
Being with him had been…amazing. She’d worried that she wouldn’t be able to let
go after what had happened to her, but sex with Dante was unlike anything she’d
ever imagined.

It was like being given a precious gift she would always cherish.

A sigh escaped as she thought back to how wild and uninhibited she’d
been with him. She was a little sore, but that was expected. He was big, and
she wasn’t used to sex. Not yet, at least. Even now—after he’d made her come so
many times, she’d lost count—she still wanted him. She shivered a little when
she shifted and felt his cock move inside her, pulsing in time with his
heartbeat. It pleased her that he didn’t seem to want to break the connection
between them either.

“Are you cold?” Before she could answer, Dante pulled a soft blanket from
the back of the couch and spread it over them. “Just so you know…I’ve never
done it without a condom before.”

“I know. Your paranoia about protection is legendary.” She yelped when
he pinched her lightly on the butt.

“Don’t mock me while I’m still inside you.” He waited a beat before
saying, “I got tested the day after we made the bet. I’m clean. I wouldn’t have
put you in danger—”

Reaching up, she put a finger over his lips as she glanced up at him.
“I know you wouldn’t.”

She figured the subject must have made him uncomfortable because he
shoved her head down on his chest again. She didn’t mind, especially when he
began stroking her hair. “Dante?”

“Yeah, angel?”

“Is it always like this?”

“No.” Dante wrapped his arms around her in a fierce embrace. “It isn’t.
This was special. I’ve never felt like this before. It’s because there’s love
between us. Do you understand?” He tilted her chin up and looked down so their
gazes met. “I’ve never loved another woman before you, Zoe. It was different
with you. I’m different with you.”

 
“I love you, too, Dante.” She stretched up
and kissed him, pouring all the love she felt for him into it. His mouth opened
under hers. This time, they went slow, savoring the contact. She felt him
harden inside her, growing thicker with each stroke of her tongue, and her body
heated.

When he pulled
back, he growled, “Stop that, or you’ll get me going again.”

Sitting up,
she pushed the blanket off them and placed her hands down on his chest. She
wiggled her hips a bit and was rewarded when his cock jerked inside of her.
“Again? Hon, it doesn’t feel like you ever stopped going.”