Wicked Surrender (Regency Sinners)(38)

“Anything. Everything.” She gave a breathless laugh. “I put my pleasure completely in your hands, Dante.”

Dear God…





Chapter 13


Bella felt a shiver down her spine as Dante rose to his feet behind her and began to remove the pins from her hair. He ran his long, elegant fingers through those tresses when the last pin had been removed.

“You have beautiful hair,” he murmured approvingly. “Sensuous shoulders.” His lips trailed lightly across her flesh. “Such a slender waist.” Those lips continued on their trail of exploration as Dante once again dropped to his knees behind her. “Sumptuous hips and a delicious ass.” His hands gently cupped those twin globes. “Will you part your legs for me?”

Bella did so after the briefest hesitation. This was Dante, after all, the man she had loved for almost half her lifetime.

He moved to lie on his back between her parted legs, his hands caressing her slender feet as he gazed up at the glistening folds of Bella’s pussy. The muscular width of his shoulders pushed her legs even farther apart as he sat up. Bella gave a low and throaty groan, her hands gripping tightly to his shoulders as he began to explore her mound with his lips and tongue.

Dante touched Bella in no other way, just stroking his tongue against her swollen pussy lips and lapping up her juices before enjoying the hard nubbin of her clit.

He increased the pressure of his tongue, teeth gently biting as he felt her legs start to tremble in her impending release. Her hands tightened on his shoulders, her juices deliciously sweet as that climax rolled over and through her.

Dante rose to his feet several minutes later to take Bella’s hand in his and lead her over to the table. He grabbed several cushions from the chairs and placed them on the tabletop before laying Bella back against them and then joining her.

Her eyes were dark as he claimed her lips with his own, a deep and devouring kiss he was in no rush to end. They had all night to enjoy each other.

Bella could taste herself on Dante lips, adding to the intimacy as their lips and tongues moved together in languorous harmony. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders as he ended the kiss long minutes later by biting down on her bottom lip. Not enough to cause pain, only pleasure.

It was this that was so different in making love with Dante, she acknowledged as his lips now trailed down to her breasts to suck first one nipple into his mouth and then the other. This dangerous edge of pain in Dante’s lovemaking increased her pleasure as well as her desire. She—

Bella groaned and arched up into the purposeful stroking of his fingers between her thighs and the sucking rhythm of his mouth on her nipples as she was hurtled into her second climax.

“Again,” he murmured as his lips moved back up to her throat. “I want you nice and wet for me so that I do not hurt you.”

Bella climaxed twice more before Dante’s fingers left her pussy, and she glanced down to see he was using those cum-slicked fingers to lubricate the length of his cock. She bent her legs and braced the soles of her feet on the table’s edge as he moved to lie between her parted thighs.

This was what she had wanted, to be able to look at Dante’s face as he moved up onto his knees and his hand guided his cock so that it slowly began to breach her channel lips.

There was an expression almost of pain on his face as he entered her inch by slow inch, telling her of the effort he was exerting not to go too fast and risk hurting her.

She was still a little sore down there, but the walls of her channel parted easily for Dante, appearing almost to be welcoming him home.

“Is everything well with you?” he prompted once he was fully inside her and he had moved to lean on his elbows either side of her shoulders so he could look at her.

She nodded. “Very much so.”

His grin was almost boyish. “Then shall we give these dried-up stick-up-their-asses St. Justs something to frown their scandalized disapproval at?”

Bella glanced at the portraits on the walls. They did all look pompously po-faced, as if they had never had sex in their lives unless it was to produce the necessary heir. Pleasure such as she and Dante were sharing, pleasure for pleasure’s sake, looked beyond any of them.

“Yes,” she confirmed as her gaze returned to Dante and her hands moved to grasp the muscled tautness of his ass cheeks. “Take me as if you mean it.”

His eyes darkened. “I do mean it.”

Bella was lost from the first slide and thrust of his cock deep inside her, quickly overwhelmed with climax after climax as that length of steel encased in velvet rubbed against that cluster of nerves inside her with each stroke.

Dante had wondered if the intensity of their lovemaking two nights ago had been something of a fluke, a result of their heightened and mixed emotions. But as Bella’s channel walls tightened and contracted about his cock, time and time again as she climaxed, he knew this ecstasy truly was their own unique physical reaction to each other.

It was glorious.

Breath-stealing.

Heart-pounding.

Utterly miraculous.

He wanted to speak, to tell Bella how beautiful she was, how magnificent their lovemaking, but without breath, he was unable to do any more than worship her with his own body. To continue to take her to that plateau, and then over it, time and time again, until he felt the tingling at the base of his spine and the tightening of his sac, indications of his own imminent release.