Page 12 of The Capo & the Curator
His hands roam with bold familiarity, tracing the lush curves he'd mapped so meticulously the night before. Dimly, I'm aware of the dusty frescoes pressing into my back as Dante crowds me further against the wall, his hips cradled snugly against mine. The hard ridge of his erection leaves me breathless with wanting, stoking the raging inferno of lust already roaring through my veins.
When his mouth leaves mine to blaze a path of kisses along my throat, I can't stifle the soft whimper. "Dante..."
The rasp of his name seems to snap the last of his tattered restraint. With a low, guttural growl, he surges back in to ravage my lips once more.
All thoughts of ancient puzzles or crumbling villas are lost in the dizzying maelstrom of pure, primal desire. In this moment, the only thing that matters is the scorching heat of his touch, the exquisite friction of his body sealed to mine—and the bone-deep certainty that I will never get enough of this man.
His hands roam lower, tracing the curve of my waist and hips, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He kneels before me, his heated gaze searing into mine as he slowly unfastens my jeans. I bite my bottom lip in anticipation, my heart thudding in my ears as my core aches for his touch.
"Oh," I moan, as he slides my jeans and panties down my thighs, leaving me bare before him and all the ghosts in this crumbling villa.
He presses his face against the apex of my thighs and breathes in deeply. "Fuck, Evelyn, I'm going to devour you."
As Dante's heated words wash over me, a shiver of anticipation shoots straight to the core that aches for him. His hands splay across my hips, fingers biting in as he drags me closer, the rasp of his stubble against my thighs sending a delicious chill up my spine. I arch my back, offering myself up to him, unable to stifle the low moan that escapes my parted lips.
"Dante," I pant as he presses his mouth against my pussy, flicking his tongue across my clit. My knees threaten to buckle, but his fingers dig into my hips, anchoring me in place as he laps at my pussy, devouring me as he promised.
The world around us crumbles away, leaving only the two of us in our private paradise. His tongue swirls around my clit, teasing the bundle of nerves that's now pulsating with need, while his fingers delve inside of me, curling and uncurling in time with his motions.
I tip my head back and gaze up, up, past the faded frescoes, through the crumbling tiles, and into the blue sky overhead before my eyes drift closed, and I lose myself to the sensation, to the exquisite torture of his mouth against my clit, his fingers inside of me, as this powerful man worships me on his knees.
"Oh, Dante," I gasp, fingers digging into the crumbling stucco above my head as he continues his relentless ministrations, "I'm coming."
"Yes, come in my mouth,” he groans against my wetness. “You taste so damn good.”
The crude words send a fresh wave of need crashing over me, coiling low in my belly and sending heat pooling between my thighs. My hips buck against his face, desperate for more of his wicked touch. His grip only tightens, his fingers digging into my hips as he holds me in place, in complete control.
"That's it," he rasps against my pussy. "Let go now."
The words send me hurtling over the edge, my back arching as I cry out, the sound of my release echoing off the villa's crumbling walls. My entire body shudders, every nerve ending on fire as the climax washes over me.
Dante, the bastard, doesn't stop there. He continues his ministrations, lapping at me, prolonging my pleasure until I'm a quivering, panting mess against the wall. "Dante," I whimper, my voice hoarse from my own pleasure, "please, I can't..."
He chuckles against my core, the vibration of his amusement only heightening my sensitivity. "I know," he says, giving my thighs one final kiss before standing. "Let's get you home so we can figure out exactly what you can do."
Chapter 8
Evelyn
The villa's musty interior fades away as I sink into the plush leather of Dante's sleek Maserati, the lingering haze of desire still clouding my senses.
"God, you're insatiable," I breathe, unable to resist reaching for him as he slides behind the wheel. My fingers trail along the firm line of his jaw, reveling in the rough texture of his stubble.
Dante's eyes blaze with undisguised hunger as he captures my wandering hand, pressing a lingering kiss to my palm. "You act as if that's news to you, tesoro."
A grin curves my lips at the endearment. Emboldened, I lean across the console to ghost my mouth over his in a feather-light tease. "Maybe I just can't get enough of you."
A low, rumbling growl vibrates against my lips just before he surges forward, capturing me in a blistering kiss that leaves me breathless and aching for more. His hand fists in my hair, holding me firmly in place as he ravages my mouth with the same smoldering intensity he'd unleashed against the villa's ancient walls.
Only the sound of the engine turning over finally breaks the heated spell woven around us. With a muttered curse, Dante tears himself away, leaving me flushed and panting in the passenger seat.
"Temptress," he accuses, though the husky timbre of his voice takes any sting out of the words.
I merely arch a brow, making a show of adjusting my tousled hair and rumpled clothing. "I seem to recall you starting this particular game."
His answering smirk is all sin and roguish charm as he peels away from the villa's crumbling facade, the powerful engine rumbling to life beneath us. "Then you'll have to accept the consequences when I finish it."
I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry as the implications of his words sink in. Before I can formulate a suitably provocative retort, however, something catches my eye in the rearview mirror. There's a nondescript sedan trailing us, hanging back just enough to avoid drawing overt attention.
