“Shit, Cassidy, why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?”
They’d talked about so many things last night, but past relationships or lack thereof hadn’t come up. Clora was the only one from their pasts they discussed.
She rolled over to face him. She played with the brown, wiry hair on his chest before navigating lower to the rigid muscles of his abdomen. “It’s supposed to hurt.”
When her touch threatened to drive him mad, Dante clasped her hand against his stomach. “I wouldn’t have been so rough. I wouldn’t have taken you so roughly or in that position.”
She was a virgin, and he was mounting her like a dog. When Cassidy peered at him from under the thick fringe of her lashes, his heart skipped a beat. She was so beautiful, trusting, and innocent, and he hurt her more than he should have.
“It wouldn’t have been so painful,” he said.
“There was also a lot of pleasure,” she said as she leaned forward to nip his ear.
She didn’t tell him the pleasure ended when he entered her; that wouldn’t last. It would hurt this time, and maybe for the next few times, but she would get used to it, and then, according to her older sisters, it was supposed to be amazing. And on this, she trusted them.
Dante’s hands splayed across her hip as he was torn between pulling away and getting closer. He’d always considered himself a strong man, one who could weather any storm and stand up to anyone or anything, but he was putty in her hands.
He turned his head and rested his palm against her cheek. When she smiled at him, he was completely lost to her, and he hoped never to be found again. This time, when he kissed her, he hoped it conveyed the depth of how much he was coming to care for her.
Cassidy lost herself to his kiss as his hands and mouth reawakened the passion dampened by the pain. His hands explored her body with ease. When he broke the kiss to follow his hands with his mouth, she gave herself over to the exquisite sensation as he kissed from her collarbone to her breasts and lower.
His tongue delved into her belly button as his hands gripped her ass and lifted her off the bed. Cassidy didn’t know what he intended until his mouth settled between her thighs and his tongue delved into her.
At first, she was too shocked to respond. She knew men did this sort of thing; she was a virgin, but that didn’t mean she’d lived under a rock when it came to sex. She’d discussed it with her girlfriends, her sisters, and seen movies, but she hadn’t expected this. Her hands entangled in the sheets as he tasted her in slow, tantalizing movements that had her body begging for release from this exquisite torture.
Dante relished the taste of her as her head fell back and her breasts rose. Unable to resist, he released her ass with one of his hands to caress her breast. When he rolled her nipple between his fingers, she arched, so she pressed more intimately against his mouth.
When she was on the verge of coming, he used his mouth and fingers to push her over the edge. The pressure in his shaft was almost unbearable; he nearly came with her when she released an erotic cry and he tasted her orgasm.
She was still panting when he lowered her to the mattress and crawled back up her exquisite body. When she gave him a bliss-filled smile, he settled himself between her thighs again as he ran his finger over her lips.
“I need back inside you,” he growled.
Cassidy didn’t say anything; she simply enclosed her legs around him and dug her heels into his back. He reclaimed her mouth as he grasped his cock and guided it back into her. She was wetter than before, and though he was tempted to thrust deep and keep going until he found his release, he forced himself not to rush so she would have time to adjust to him.
Cassidy threaded her fingers through his hair as he reclaimed possession of her body. This time, the discomfort wasn’t as bad as he stretched her, and she thrilled at the feel of his powerful body moving against hers. His muscles bunched and flexed against her as his scent of leather and man increased.
When he was settled deep inside her, Dante broke the kiss to pull back and gaze at her beautiful face. Her midnight blue eyes were full of awe when they met his. It was as if she’d been made for him as her body fit his perfectly. Mate or not, he was never going to let her go.
At first, he moved slowly within her so she could continue to adjust to him, but as her body rose to meet his and her fingers dug into his back, his control unraveled. He moved faster as her eager movements urged him on until all he knew of this world was her.
When she came again and the tight muscles of her sheath contracted around his shaft, he followed her over the edge with a loud, guttural cry.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Cassidy sat on the end of the bed while she watched Dante dress. She couldn’t get enough of admiring his lean, honed body and the fluid way he moved. She could live a thousand years and not be used to how magnificent he was.
When he lifted his locket from the nightstand and slid it over his head, she couldn’t stop herself from asking, “What’s inside the locket?”
Dante glanced over his shoulder at Cassidy and smiled before turning to her. He pulled the gold chain back over his head and walked over to sit beside her.
