ablaze with determination and possessiveness, Jaime understood exactly what she would be getting herself into. He wouldn’t be like the guys she was used to, wouldn’t be satisfied with just a hint of submissiveness from her. He would be intense, greedy, commanding, and would insist on her surrender—something she didn’t like to do. So why was she wetter than she’d ever been in her life?
As Dante skimmed her lower lip with the pad of his thumb, she flicked it with her tongue.
Smiling, he trailed his thumb down her chin, the column of her throat, and down the valley between her breasts. Reaching the front clip of her bra, he flicked it open. His hands slowly slid the bra and dress aside so that they framed her bare breasts. They were round, full, and perfect. He molded them in his hands, thumbing the rosy, taut nipples that were begging for his attention. It would be cruel to disappoint them.
Startling a gasp from Jaime, he swooped down and took a nipple into his mouth. He sucked, nibbled, licked, bit, and drew on her nipple with his teeth. Over and over he did it, changing the rotation each time. Soon her breathy moans turned into sobs as she tugged on his hair, wanting him to release her.
Dante arched a brow at her. “Hands above your head.” With a low growl that made him smile, she did. He licked his way to the other nipple, loving the uniquely sun-kissed taste of her skin. He lavished it with the same overwhelming attention until once again her moans were sobs and she was struggling against him. He was so tempted to take her right there, but he wasn’t finished with this body yet. “I want to look at you.” In seconds, he had whipped the dress up and over her head and slung the bra aside, giving him an unobstructed view of that body that he was obsessed with having, owning.
Fucking beautiful. Her stomach was nicely toned, her gorgeous shapely legs went on forever, and God help him, she had a full Brazilian. “The heels can stay. I want you to lie on your back on the bed for me.”
The command and power in that gruff rumble made her shudder. Her wolf loved the authority in his voice even while she felt challenged by it; she saw a male who could handle her and give her what she needed. Jaime thought about rebelling against him for the hell of it, but the resolve in his eyes warned her not to ignore his order, and she knew the sadistic asshole would keep her hanging for a while if she did. No, she needed release now. She’d rebel another time.
“Very good,” said Dante when she complied.
Jaime literally couldn’t look away from his body as he slowly approached the bed, stripping as he went. She licked her bottom lip as she gazed at his tanned, incredibly toned chest, imagining running her tongue between the grooves of his gorgeous abs. He was literally the embodiment of power, and that acted as a narcotic to her wolf. Was she really about to let Dante fuck her? Was this really happening? Damn, she hoped so. If this was a dream, it was the best she’d ever had.
Allowing her gaze to roam lower, Jaime’s eyes widened at the sight of his cock. Holy mother of fuck. “Well-hung” would be an understatement—though that wasn’t surprising, since he was a big guy all over. His cock didn’t let down in the girth department either. It wasn’t huge in a way that looked unnatural; it was just on the right side of well-endowed.
Dante’s mouth dried up at the sight of her all laid out for him. “Spread your legs for me.” She didn’t. She just stared up at him defiantly. “Don’t make me have to punish you, baby.” That sounded kind of interesting. “And how exactly would you punish me?”
“By not letting you come.”
“Jerk.”
“Spread your legs, Jaime.” Very, very slowly she parted them, and he inhaled sharply at how wet she was, how swollen and pink and glistening. Drawn by her alluring scent, he settled himself between her thighs and swiped his tongue through her wet folds, making her cry out. Her darkly rich taste had him groaning for the second time that night. “You taste so good.” Although he was desperate to be inside her, he suspected that he’d be gorging himself on her taste for a while.
Gripping her by her hips, Dante pinned her