The stone was cool beneath me, though I couldn’t tell if it was because of the chill or the raw heat of Dante’s mouth working me over. I wanted more, needed more, and Dante kept going, drinking from my body as if it were a fount of water. My toes curled, threatening to trip me off balance as he licked and sucked with abandon. The pleasure was a drug that burned down my spine, spreading to the tips of my fingers and toes.
As if he could taste the need in my blood, a smile tugged at his lips as he thrust two fingers inside of me. He began to move them slowly, in and out, withdrawing only to plunge back inside. “Is this what you need, Princess?” he asked, before drawing his tongue over my clit. He thrust harder, drawing a small whimper from my lips. “Careful, someone’s coming.”
I glared down at him to see a sinful glint in his eye. “Do you hear that?” he whispered, as if I could hear a damn thing past the blinding pleasure. Tears pricked my eyes as he curled upward, finding a place deep inside me that had my eyes rolling back. “Go on, break for me, sweetheart. Let them all hear the pretty noises you make when your husband’s inside you.”
“Fuck you,” I gritted out, biting back my scream in a fit of defiance, even as I convulsed, shuddering and grinding my hips against his hand. I gasped, hanging limp in his arms as he continued to stroke, prolonging the release until I thought my heart would stop beating.
When I opened my eyes, he was watching me, grinning.
“Such a stubborn thing.” His voice was thick, full of hunger and promises of more to come.
I smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as I glanced around. We were still alone, but I could just make out the sounds of people chatting somewhere in the maze.
His eyes darkened, and he pulled me close. “I can’t get enough of you. You have no idea how many nights I dreamt of this moment before we even met, of touching you the way I do now.” He kissed me again, his hands tearing at his pants before he grabbed my ass and lifted me up, then laid me down in the grass. I forced myself to remain still as the head of his cock pushed against my lower lips.
“Wait,” I rasped.
“Dear gods, why?” His breath was ragged as if he were struggling with control.
“Could you start slow? I… I haven’t exactly done this before.” If the feel of his length was any indication, I was about to take something a lot bigger than his fingers. I’d heard the first time was often a little unpleasant, and the promise of pain sent a nervous shiver down my spine.
“Of course, love.” Crouching over me, Dante teased his cock against my core. “Whatever you need of me,” he whispered, kissing my throat. “I’ll be so gentle… open up a little further for me… yes… gods, you’re so perfect.” As the head of his cock pushed past my lower lips, I did my best to relax. He deepened his entry with careful strokes, gently coaxing my body into accepting him.
“You’re so tight, Princess.” His whispers became frayed as his hands gripped my hips. I could feel every inch of his shaft stretch my insides, my body quickly adjusting and welcoming him. His pace increased, and soon he buried himself completely within me. My muscles tightened around him, milking him for more.
Pleasure built quickly, amplified by the magic simmering in our veins. I grabbed him by the back of his head and kissed him, drowning out my groan. Dante pulled out and shoved his cock back in with more force, testing my reaction. I whimpered and bucked against him, pleading for more.
“You are beautiful,” he whispered as he slammed into me over and over again. His eyes were wild, his face flushed, as he plunged into me without mercy. His hands clawed at the ground, digging into the dirt as he pounded me.
Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through my body, making my muscles tighten and my breasts bounce. I dug my nails into his shoulders, my head tipping back as his mouth found mine and devoured me. His tongue tangled with mine, and he fucked me hard, fast, and deep until the pleasure built into an blinding force.
He broke the kiss to whisper in my ear. “Forgive me, Cherry, but I have no intention of singing.”
Before I could ask what he meant, I felt the magic from our bond erupt. Tiny bursts of electric sensations mingled with the thrust of his hips, sending a tidal wave of blinding euphoria through my body. There was no fighting the scream that tore from my throat. The sound echoed through the garden, followed by cries of surprise from the couple I’d heard in the distance.
Dante groaned, burying his face in my neck while he thrust deep. Those damnable little shocks lit up my nerves until I was mewling and clawing at his back like some desperate animal. Dante tensed above me. With a strangled groan, he gripped my hip and ground his cock against the end of my well until my legs shook with a violent orgasm, and he emptied himself inside of me. Our bodies were covered in sweat, our clothes strewn across the grass. He collapsed onto my chest, leaving me breathless. I ran a hand up his back, unable to resist touching him.
“You cheated,” I huffed.
I felt his lips curve into a smile. “We never established rules.”
“We need to get out of here,” I said, but my limbs were boneless goo. The mere thought of standing seemed like an impossible task. Was it possible to orgasm your way into an early grave? What the fuck was that shock thing and when could we do it again?
“I KNEW IT!” a woman screamed. Panic solidified my bones once more as I shoved Dante off me and tried to shield my ass. I spotted my trousers a few feet away and scrambled toward them.
“YOU TWO-TIMING BACKWATER BARON, I KNEW I’D FIND YOU HERE!”
Backwater Baron?Confused, I looked around for the screeching woman, but no one else had entered the clearing. Dante lazily tucked himself back into his pants, and peered over the garden wall. I followed his gaze just in time to see a parasol whip though the air before coming down with a hard thwack.
“Ow!” a man cried. “Rachel, honey, it’s not what it looks like.”
“Really, Clayton? Tell me what it looks like then, cause from where I’m standing it looks like YOU’RE FUCKING MY SISTER!”
Oh my. Guess we weren’t the only ones having a bit of fun.
Dante and I shared a look, before he waved me over to kneel by the hedge to better listen.
“She just fell!” the man cried.
