alive, until the only thing to slake the emptiness was him.
He was a modern day superhero who saved women from the crippling fear of their own sexuality. He never asked for anything back. What expense had that been to his soul?
Selina reached up and pulled his head down to hers.
She kissed him, learning the taste and texture of his lips. They sipped at hers with a pure gentleness that rocked her soul. He let her set the pace, but his patience only pushed her need for more. She slipped her tongue between his lips and entered.
He groaned and met her halfway. Their tongues tangled together, the heady taste of him assaulting her senses. Fire thrummed through her veins as his hands slowly slipped underneath her t-shirt to touch the bare skin of her belly. She sucked in her breath at the feel of his roughened fingers, inches away from the burning heat between her legs. Those hands coasted upward to her breasts, brushing against her hardened nipples with light strokes. Selina arched and cried out for more, nothing in her vision except the man in front of her, with his dark eyes and delicious touch and gentle heart.
He cupped her breasts in both hands, rubbing, massaging. Her nerve endings hummed and her arousal twisted higher. This was a simple exchange of giving pleasure, and she sunk deep into the release, letting her body take over while her mind finally surrendered. He nibbled on her bottom lip, soothed with his tongue, while his thumbs flicked the tip of her nipples and coaxed them to grow tighter and harder.
Selina wrapped her arms around him and hung on. His skin felt like steel encased in satin as she ran her fingers over his back and the muscles rippled. "More," she whispered. Urgency and the heady sense of freedom pushed her onward. "Please."
"You okay?" He asked the words through gritted teeth. Power surged over her - he wanted her. This was more than just a man helping a woman release her demons. He wanted her on a basic level of a man to a woman, and she gloried in the knowledge.
"Yes. Touch me. Put your mouth on me."
He muttered a curse and slid her shirt up. Lowered his head. Licked the hardened tip of her breast with slow, careful strokes. Liquid fire pulsed between her thighs in sheer demand. As if he knew she was ready, he opened his mouth and took her nipple between his lips and sucked.
"Dante!"
His other hand slid down her belly, hooked under the elastic of her panties and settled over the tight curls. Wet and pulsing for his touch, she opened her thighs in an unspoken invitation, confident she could stop at anytime. But she didn't want to stop, needed to feel his fingers inside of her, just once...
He lifted his head from her breasts. "Look at me."
Eyes glazed, waiting for his intimate touch, she obeyed.
His voice oozed over her like hot caramel in sensual demand. "Me. Only me. Not them."
"Not them."
He slid one finger into her tight heat. She cried out at the delicious sensation and liquid warmth rushed to greet him. He muttered in satisfaction as he drew his finger in and out, teasing the tight bud as sensation squeezed every muscle in her body. His name broke from her lips as he moved over her, inside her, bringing her closer to blessed release.
"Let yourself feel, sweetheart. Let me give this to you."
His thumb rubbed over her clit as his fingers worked their magic. Selina poised on the edge of the cliff, sensations wracking her body and pushing everything out of her mind except the promise of sweet release.
He thrust a third finger deep inside of her. Then delicately squeezed her clit.
Selina cried out as the orgasm took hold. Her body convulsed with sheer ecstasy. He helped her ride out the wave, murmuring endearments as she gave it all over to him. Then he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in tight to his body. Selina slumped over him. Tears leaked down her cheeks and she trembled in his embrace.
He pressed kisses in her hair and let her cry, a mixture of release so intense
He was a modern day superhero who saved women from the crippling fear of their own sexuality. He never asked for anything back. What expense had that been to his soul?
Selina reached up and pulled his head down to hers.
She kissed him, learning the taste and texture of his lips. They sipped at hers with a pure gentleness that rocked her soul. He let her set the pace, but his patience only pushed her need for more. She slipped her tongue between his lips and entered.
He groaned and met her halfway. Their tongues tangled together, the heady taste of him assaulting her senses. Fire thrummed through her veins as his hands slowly slipped underneath her t-shirt to touch the bare skin of her belly. She sucked in her breath at the feel of his roughened fingers, inches away from the burning heat between her legs. Those hands coasted upward to her breasts, brushing against her hardened nipples with light strokes. Selina arched and cried out for more, nothing in her vision except the man in front of her, with his dark eyes and delicious touch and gentle heart.
He cupped her breasts in both hands, rubbing, massaging. Her nerve endings hummed and her arousal twisted higher. This was a simple exchange of giving pleasure, and she sunk deep into the release, letting her body take over while her mind finally surrendered. He nibbled on her bottom lip, soothed with his tongue, while his thumbs flicked the tip of her nipples and coaxed them to grow tighter and harder.
Selina wrapped her arms around him and hung on. His skin felt like steel encased in satin as she ran her fingers over his back and the muscles rippled. "More," she whispered. Urgency and the heady sense of freedom pushed her onward. "Please."
"You okay?" He asked the words through gritted teeth. Power surged over her - he wanted her. This was more than just a man helping a woman release her demons. He wanted her on a basic level of a man to a woman, and she gloried in the knowledge.
"Yes. Touch me. Put your mouth on me."
He muttered a curse and slid her shirt up. Lowered his head. Licked the hardened tip of her breast with slow, careful strokes. Liquid fire pulsed between her thighs in sheer demand. As if he knew she was ready, he opened his mouth and took her nipple between his lips and sucked.
"Dante!"
His other hand slid down her belly, hooked under the elastic of her panties and settled over the tight curls. Wet and pulsing for his touch, she opened her thighs in an unspoken invitation, confident she could stop at anytime. But she didn't want to stop, needed to feel his fingers inside of her, just once...
He lifted his head from her breasts. "Look at me."
Eyes glazed, waiting for his intimate touch, she obeyed.
His voice oozed over her like hot caramel in sensual demand. "Me. Only me. Not them."
"Not them."
He slid one finger into her tight heat. She cried out at the delicious sensation and liquid warmth rushed to greet him. He muttered in satisfaction as he drew his finger in and out, teasing the tight bud as sensation squeezed every muscle in her body. His name broke from her lips as he moved over her, inside her, bringing her closer to blessed release.
"Let yourself feel, sweetheart. Let me give this to you."
His thumb rubbed over her clit as his fingers worked their magic. Selina poised on the edge of the cliff, sensations wracking her body and pushing everything out of her mind except the promise of sweet release.
He thrust a third finger deep inside of her. Then delicately squeezed her clit.
Selina cried out as the orgasm took hold. Her body convulsed with sheer ecstasy. He helped her ride out the wave, murmuring endearments as she gave it all over to him. Then he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in tight to his body. Selina slumped over him. Tears leaked down her cheeks and she trembled in his embrace.
He pressed kisses in her hair and let her cry, a mixture of release so intense
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