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She moans.

I flatten my tongue against her clit and press.

"Dante—"

My name sounds like a prayer on her lips.

I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue. Slow. Teasing. Making her wait for it.

Her hips try to move. Try to grind against my face.

I hold her still. My fingers dig into her ass, keeping her exactly where I want her.

"Please," she whispers.

I reward her with a long, slow lick. Base to tip. Lingering on her clit until her thighs shake.

I pull her down harder. Bury my face between her thighs. Devour her.

Her moans fill the room. Her fingers grip the headboard so hard her knuckles turn white.

I suck her clit into my mouth.

She screams.

Her hips buck against my face. I let her move now. Let her ride my tongue while I squeeze her ass and hold her open for me.

"That's it," I murmur against her flesh. "Take what you need."

She does.

Her movements become frantic. Desperate. She's chasing her release and I'm going to give it to her.

I slide my tongue inside her. Fuck her with it while my nose presses against her clit.

"Oh god—Dante—I'm?—"

I pull back just enough to speak. "Come for me, cara. Let me taste it."

Then I seal my mouth over her clit and suck.

She shatters.

Her whole body convulses. Her thighs clamp around my head. Her scream echoes off the walls.

I drink her down. Every drop. Every pulse of her orgasm against my tongue.

She's still shaking when I finally release her. Still gasping for air.

I guide her down. Pull her trembling body against my chest.

Her heart pounds against my ribs. Her breath comes in ragged bursts.

"Dante," she whispers. Just my name. Nothing else.

I press my lips to her hair.

This. This is what I'm fighting for. This is what I'll destroy everything to protect.

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