Page 40 of Iron Heart
“I’m not the relationship type. I’m not the ‘take me home to meet your parents’ type. Hell, I’m not even the ‘remember your name afterwards’ type,” he says hoarsely. “So I’ve been trying to stay away from you. Because you are definitely the ‘take her home to meet the family’ type.”
I’m confused. I don’t know if he’s saying he’s going to fuck me and ditch me, or that he’s not. But right now, I’m too desperate for him to let him go. All I want is right now. I want him to take me. Use me. Give me everything I’ve fantasized about him doing to me since the first day I met him.
“So what?” I challenge, my breath hitching.
“Tell me to stop.”
“No.”
He blinks. Something flashes in his face that looks almost like agony.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
His hand leaves my hair. Both arms slide down to my ass. He pulls me hard against him, wrapping my legs around his waist. The steel of his erection presses against my core even harder, setting me ablaze. His fingers grip me roughly, painfully.
“Buckle up,” Dante growls against my throat, his beard rashing my skin. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Tori. I’ve been holding myself back for too long now. You don’t know what you’ve just unleashed.”
16
Dante
Idon’t even know how the fuck this started. One second, I was moving her damn couch, concentrating on keeping my cock from going to full-mast, like I usually do when I’m around Tori.
Next thing I know, my fist is in her hair and my tongue is halfway down her goddamn throat.
When I manage to pull away for a second, I know the only thing that’s going to slow this runaway train is her.
“Tell me to stop,” I demand.
Tell me to stop, Tori. Give me no choice, so I’ll have to let you go.
“No.” Her eyes flash, lust and defiance intertwined.
That’s when I know.
I’m fucking lost.
I back her up against the wall, then I grab her ass and pull her hard against my cock, stifling a groan at the contact. Jesus, I’ve been dreaming about this for so damn long. I’ve jacked off countless times by now, thinking about what she’d feel like — what it would be like to sink myself inside her. My dick is throbbing so hard I’m afraid I’m gonna lose control before I even start with her.
“Tori,” I murmur against her lips.
Hearing me say her name seems to unlock something inside her. Panting, she starts to roll her hips against my cock, grinding against me with a breathy moan as she slips her arms around my neck. She holds on tight, for dear life, and kisses me back eagerly, thirstily. God, her mouth tastes so sweet. I want to taste every inch of her skin, lick her, suck her, fuck her until there’s no part of her body my mouth hasn’t claimed.
Tori’s body takes control, her hips continuing to grind against me. I can feel the heat and wetness of her even through my jeans. It’s torture, the pressure and the movement of her, so good I’m pretty sure I could come just like this and be happy. But I’m a greedy son of a bitch and I want more. I don’t know if this is the only time Tori and I will fuck, but I want to taste and know every inch of her so I’m gonna act like it is.
I press her against the wall and grind right back, my cock pulsing with the pleasure of it. One hand leaves her ass and slides under her shirt to her bra, which thank Christ I manage to undo even though I barely have enough blood left in my brain to think straight. When I rub the pad of my thumb against one already hard nipple, the loud whimper she lets out in response is the sexiest fucking noise I’ve ever heard. Her back arches into my hand, wanting more. Jesus Christ, this woman. I want to be fucking her and licking her and kissing her all at the same time. She’s making me crazy. It’s goddamn painful. It’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
Somehow, we’re on the floor. Our legs are tangled and she’s still writhing against my cock underneath me. I lift my face from hers just long enough to look at her for a second. Her head’s tilted back, the skin of her cheeks flushed. Her lips are swollen and plump, bruised from my assault. Her eyelids are fluttering even though they’re closed.
I see the pulse of her heartbeat at her neck. It’s racing as fast as my own. I kiss it.
My throat aches with something I can’t name as I reach down and pull the tank top she’s wearing up and off of her. Wordlessly, she opens her eyes and lifts her arms to help me.
I lower my face to her breasts, sucking one stiff pink nipple into my mouth. Tori gasps and threads her fingers into my hair, arching herself toward my mouth. Her hips roll and strain toward me, her breathing coming in short, sharp gasps. I lick and tease first one pink bud and then the other, loving the sound of her whimpers as they change to whines, and then to flat out desperate moans as I leave them. The hand that’s in my hair tries to keep me there, until she realizes I’m on my way downward. Her body freezes for a second, her moan turning to a gasp.
I wait for her to stop me when I reach to undo her jeans, but she doesn’t.
The fabric is soft and worn, and I consider ripping them right the fuck off her. But Tori lifts her hips to help me, so they come off easily enough. I tear my own shirt off and kick off my jeans, and then I’m between her thighs, my hands gripping her ass again as I pull her in toward my face.