Page 43 of Ruthless Vow
“Not yet.”
I kiss my way down her stomach. The muscles jump beneath me, anticipating. Her hip, that curve where flesh meets bone. I press against her there and she whimpers.
Her thighs are pressed together. Her breathing sharp and fast.
“Open for me.”
She hesitates. Just a heartbeat.
“Cassia.” I wait until her focus finds mine. “I want to taste you. Let me.”
Her thighs part.
The scent of her arousal hits me and my vision blurs at the edges.
Cazzo.
I hook the waistband of her underwear. Pause.
“Yes.” The word rushes out before I can ask. “Yes, please, Dante, yes.”
A growl tears from my throat. I pull the fabric down slow. Watching it slide over her legs, her knees. Gone.
She’s exposed now. Open. The moonlight catches the slick of her and I have to close my eyes for a second just to stay upright.
“Look at you.” My voice comes out wrecked. “Soaked. Already.”
She bites down. Her legs twitch like they might close.
“Don’t.” I press her leg open. “Don’t hide from me. Not now.”
“I’m not—“ She breaks off when I kiss higher. “I’ve never. No one’s ever.”
I stop. Look up at her. “No one’s ever what?”
The flush deepens. Spreads down her chest. “Done this. To me.”
Something dark and possessive roars through me.
“No one?” The word comes out rougher than I intend.
She shakes her head.
“Then I’ll make sure you remember.”
The first taste of her unmakes me.
Sweet. Slick. She’s dripping, and the noise she makes when I drag my tongue through her folds is a sound I’ll hear until I die.
“Dante.”
“That’s it.” I lick her again, slow and deliberate. “Let me hear you.”
I learn her. The places that make her gasp. The places that make her moan. When I circle her clit with slow, deliberate pressure, her legs clamp around my head.
I keep circling. Patient. Relentless.
“Please.” A whisper.
