“God, Rachel,” he murmured before he brought his mouth back to mine, kissing me hungrily, pouring himself into every soft brush of his lips against mine. The sound of our breaths mingled with the grinding of the bike beneath us, a symphony of pleasure and urgency that made my body sing.
Unable to resist the urge to keep teasing him, I tensed my pussy, knowing there wasn’t much he was able to do about it in this new position. I sank all the way down on his cock before I tensed, and then slowly raised my hips, keeping my muscles tense all the way around him before I sank back down and released.
“If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last much longer,” he warned me, the veins in his neck protruding as he fought for control.
“Good,” I whispered back. “Because neither am I.”
His eyes darkened, predatory and hungry, as he met my gaze.
“Then let’s make it count,” Dante growled, his hands gripping my thighs tighter. With that, he surged upward, thrusting into me with an intensity that nearly stole my breath. I gasped, the sensation pushing me against him, and his rhythm was a perfect blend of passion and desperation.
“I want to feel you lose it,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. The sound of his voice wrapped around me like a thick blanket of heat, stoking the fire building within. Each thrust elicited a moan from me, a sound that echoed into the night as he started to pick up speed.
The world around us blurred into oblivion; it was just him, just us, and the intoxicating rhythm of our bodies slapping together. The leather of his jacket was cool against my hot skin, heightening each sensation, the contrast driving me wild. I leaned back again, letting him take control; the rawness of the moment consuming us both.
“Tell me how bad you want it,” Dante demanded, his voice a husky whisper fuelled by lust. He thrust hard, each stroke burying deeper, igniting a throbbing need for release.
“I want it so badly,” I gasped, feeling the tension in my body build higher and higher. “I want all of you, Dante.” His name rolled off my tongue like a prayer, and the way his eyes sparkled at those words ignited a lustful fire in his gaze.
“You’re such a good girl,” he responded, his voice gravelly as he thrust deep within me, the rhythm driving us higher toward the edge. I clung to him, nails digging into his broad shoulders as my core tightened around his girth with every steady stroke.
“I’m right there,” I moaned, bucking my hips against his in perfect unison. I felt the dam within me threatening to break, the waves of pleasure crashing against the walls of my sanity, pushing me closer to that delicious release.
Dante leaned down, capturing my mouth once more, his tongue dancing with mine like the sweet promise of everythingwe were teetering on the brink of. I drowned in it all, the heat between us creating a storm.
“Let go, Rachel,” he urged, a growl rumbling from his chest as he reached down to rub my clit again. The moment his fingers found their rhythm, the world around me faded completely. My breath hitched, my body responding instinctively to the combined sensations of him inside me and his fingers expertly coaxing me towards the edge. I threw my head back, pitiful moans escaping my lips as I fought to throw myself off the edge and into my orgasm.
“Please,” I begged, the word catching in my throat, thick with desire and poised on the precipice of release. “Don’t stop.”
“Never,” he promised, and with that single word, he increased the intensity of his thrusts, drowning me in pure ecstasy. The pressure inside me grew, spiralling outward as each thrust melded with the frantic rubbing of his fingers against my clit.
“Dante, I can't—” I gasped, the wave of pleasure threatening to overwhelm me. The walls of ecstasy began to crack, each beat of my heart synchronised with the rhythm of his desperate thrusts. I could see it coming—a feral urge to let go, to surrender to the delicious, consuming pleasure building deep within.
“Cum for me,” he breathed between thrusts, his voice low, coaxing me like an electric shock sparking through my core. “Let it all go.”
The heat roared through me, chasing away any coherent thought. Every thrust he delivered sent shockwaves operating through my body, and as I surrendered, the dam finally broke. I cried out, my voice echoing louder than ever, resonating in the still night air as an explosion of pleasure coursed through me.
“Fuck!” Dante growled, feeling the way my walls convulsed around him, pulsing tightly as waves of bliss washed over us both. I lost myself in the moment, riding the tide of euphoria that engulfed my senses. I was floating, drifting on a high unlike anything else, every nerve ending alight and alive.
“God, you’re perfect,” he said, his voice strained with desire, and with that, he thrust harder, faster, trying to chase his own release brought on by my intoxicating orgasm.
“Together,” I gasped, my breaths ragged, melding our bodies as I met each of his thrusts with a powerful clench,drawing him deeper. It was a dance of urgency; the world around us faded into a blur, leaving only the primal need that connected us.
“Together,” he echoed, a low rumble of need escaping his chest.
I tensed my pussy again, and relaxed, immediately tensing again, feeling Dante’s control snapping above me. He locked eyes with me and gave me a small nod, letting me know he was right there, too.
I gave myself over to him, letting him throw me off the cliff and into the heady sensation of my orgasm, knowing he wouldn’t be far behind me.
This. This is fuckingperfect.
Chapter 34
Rachel
A few days passed, which were quiet and uneventful. Just how I liked it.
We spent more time with Bee – she was feeling better every day and was beginning to regain the smile we all loved so much. The initial shock of being hurt had worn off, and now that she was under the full control of pain medication, she even managed a smile at our arrival.
