Gold(55)

The past could finally stay in the past.





Seventeen





When Dante’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her down with him onto the bed so they were lying close together, nuzzling his nose against hers, happiness washed through her like warm rain. Comforting, like Dante was. Sweeping away all the bad and replacing it with good.

“Now to make you mine forever,” Dante said against her lips. With a swift motion, he rolled on top of her, pinning her to the bed. His lips closed over hers and his tongue swiped deftly inside her mouth.

Ella moaned against his mouth, overwhelmed by the sensation of his tongue entwining with hers, each stroke making her shudder with want from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

Instinctively, she began to tear at his shirt, trying to undo buttons but finding her hands too eager to be effective at it. Noticing her efforts, Dante sat up, tearing the shirt off entirely, sending buttons flying in every direction and giving her the perfect view of his glorious, muscular body.

But beyond his perfectly carved muscles and face was a soul that surpassed anyone she’d ever met before in her life. The kind of guy that only came along every million years or so.

“You next,” he said, his voice husky. For a moment, he appraised the bridesmaid gown she was wearing. Then, to her shock, Dante grabbed it and tore it completely off, right down the middle, as if the fabric were made of tissue paper.

Ella was about to say something when she saw Dante’s eyes appraise her hungrily. Just the way he looked at her made Ella feel so wanted, so attractive that it baffled and aroused her at the same time. Then a second later, her bra came off and she felt Dante’s hands on her breasts, kneading them as his tongue ravished her nipples, and the dress completely disappeared from her mind.

Who cared about a dress when she had a man who could make her melt this way?

She tried to suppress a gasp from the sheer volume of arousal Dante was causing her to feel, when Ella realized Dante was always going to be like this. From the first he’d been a whirlwind, so there was no point trying to hold back. Instead, she just listened to her body as tiny fireworks went off inside as Dante touched her everywhere, ravenous and unstopping in his lust for her.

A second later, he pulled off her panties, leaving her completely bare to him as his finger immediately found her clit, gently flicking with tiny motions so the muscles running up her spine twitched from pleasure. But he didn’t rush, just worked a perfect tempo that kept the pressure building within her until she reached such incredible heights she almost feared the drop.

Dante knew her so well it defied explanation. But maybe that was what made them great together. He knew her even better than she knew herself.

When she reached the precipice of her body’s resistance, Dante held for a second, drawing out the line between pleasure and pain for several wonderful, agonizing seconds. Ella’s body was so taut she felt like a rubber band ready to snap at any second.

And then he lowered himself, his tongue coursing over her center in one long motion, and she flew completely over the edge into a freefall of pleasure that felt like the floor was dropping out beneath her.

But Dante was there with her, holding her steady as his name came off her lips and her body trembled with rapid succession again and again.

And as she came back down to earth, he was still there, golden eyes and glimmering hair proof that this wasn’t all just some crazy fever dream from which she didn’t want to be awoken.

When she’d finally relaxed, Dante raised himself again, and she felt his finger delve inside, surprising Ella with her own wetness.

“Need to make sure you’re ready,” he said intently, his attention entirely on her and nothing else.

“Readier than I’ve ever been,” Ella replied, arching against the feel of his fingers inside her, stretching and making her imagination run wild with how it must feel to have him inside her, not just his fingers.

She could see his hardness pressing against the fitted pants he wore, and she remembered seeing and stroking his sheer size when they’d been in the tub together.

But the night before had just been a taste. An idea of more to come.

Tonight, she was ready for everything her dragon had to offer.

“Okay,” he said, coming out of her and hopping off the bed to take his pants off. “But if you need me to stop, tell me, please,” he said, awaiting her response.

“Get over here, you ridiculous dragon, and finish what you started,” Ella said, making him laugh as he took off his underwear and came onto the bed.

For some reason, the less clothes he wore, the larger Dante looked, and it was hard to not gape at all his raw, masculine beauty as he positioned himself between her legs.