Page 42 of Ruthless Vow
A man who needs.
She grips my hair, pulling me closer like she’s afraid I’ll stop.
I won’t. Can’t.
The salt of her skin mixes with jasmine and something sweeter underneath. Every noise she makes splinters another piece of the armor I’ve spent years forging.
I find the spot below her ear that made her gasp before, and she shudders beneath me.
“There she is.” The words come out rough against her skin. “That’s the sound I wanted.”
“Dante.” My name, broken in half.
“Again.”
“Dante.”
“Just like that.”
I trail lower. Her collarbone. The delicate ridge beneath my kiss. My teeth graze the skin.
“More,” she breathes.
“Patience.” I scrape my teeth against her pulse. “I’m going to take my time with you.”
“What if I don’t want patience?”
I pull back. Look at her.
Moonlight turns her silver and shadow. Swollen from my kiss, chest heaving, a flush climbing her throat. And those dark eyes, wanting and unguarded.
“Then you’ll learn.”
A laugh escapes her. Breathy. Surprised. “Did you just threaten me with patience?”
“I don’t make threats, Cassia.” I press against the swell of her breast through thin cotton. “I make promises.”
She gasps when I close over her nipple, fabric and all. Her back bows off the mattress, and the cry that escapes her goes straight to my cock.
“Oh God.” The words dissolve on her tongue.
“Say my name. Not his.”
Another laugh, this one wrecked. “You’re impossible.”
“You have no idea.”
I push the fabric aside. Bare skin now. She’s fuller than I imagined. Softer. A body that takes up space and demands attention.
I take her nipple between my lips and she makes a sound that could bring me to my knees if I wasn’t already there.
“Dante.” His name breaks apart in her mouth.
“That’s better.”
I take my time with her. One breast, then the other. Learning what makes her gasp. What makes her sigh. What makes her hips rock against nothing, seeking friction I haven’t given her yet.
Her nails scratch against my scalp. “You’re killing me.”
