Page 124 of The Rival's Obsession
I pull him into a kiss. Open-mouthed. Demanding.
His tongue tangles with mine, and I moan into him, lost in the taste of him, the feel of him, the way Eve’s mouth keeps working my cock like she’s orchestrating the whole thing.
“You’re doing so good,” he whispers. “But don’t come. Not yet. Give me your pleasure, Grant—but don’t you come down her throat.”
I whimper.
Fucking whimper.
“I—” I gasp, my head tipping back to his shoulder. “I don’t think I can—God—I don’t think I can come without?—”
“Youcan,” Dante whispers, kissing the corner of my mouth, my cheek, my jaw.
His fingers still working me, and I call out at the euphoria building within me.
“I’ll talk you through it, baby. I’ve got you.”
Dante’s hand snakes around me, palm pressing down low, right at the base of my cock.
“Here,” he murmurs, his voice low and reverent. “Squeeze here. Just like that. Now breathe.”
I’m trembling. Shaking. So close I can’t hold it—don’t want to. But Dante keeps whispering, coaxing me back from the edge, keeping me perched right there.
“Just look at me, baby,” he says, kissing my cheek again, his fingers still moving deep inside me. “I want to watch you break for me.”
And that’s all it takes to hurl me over the edge.
It’s not release. It’s detonation.
My body convulses as the climax hits—raw and brutal and completely overwhelming.
Eve’s mouth stills around me, soft and perfect. Holding me without motion, like she knows what we’re doing. Like she wants to watch me fall apart just as badly as he does.
I don’t come. Not a drop. But it doesn’t matter.
It’s more than any orgasm I’ve ever known.
I’m groaning, moaning, my voice cracking on his name as I arch and tremble between them.
Dante holds me together with both hands—one still inside me, the other sliding up my chest like he wants to touch every part of me.
“Fuck,” he breathes, kissing the corner of my mouth. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.”
I’m panting. Dizzy. Completely undone.
He brushes my hair back, fingertips tender against my temple.
“You’re going to let me fuck this tight ass tonight, bug,” he murmurs, kissing the hollow of my throat before licking up the column of my neck and biting my ear. “And you’re going to take every inch of me, aren’t you,lucciolina?”
And I know—I won’t say no.
Never again.
Dante turns me to face him, and the moment our mouths meet again, I forget what it means to breathe.
It’s not a kiss—it’s a surrender.
My chest pressed to his, cocks sliding slick and heavy between us, our bodies move together like we’ve done this a thousand times in dreams and only now made it real.
