Tempting Mr. Salvatore

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ret to bloom in me. But don't get me wrong, I

my insecurities and anxieties hold me back. But when that intense pleasure finally hit me

ly expanded my delicious

ied to stifle the ragged moan that

d, but I pushed him deeper, groun

d skillful tongue, but nothing compared to what he was doing now, between

en my thighs, savoring my taste like it was the sweetest thing he'd ever known, only turned me on more. He held me tightly, as if I were h

ne. He needed relief, was desperate for it. And yet, he kept going. He would keep going for as long as it took-beca

t so wanted. Dante was a master at making a woman feel lik

t between gasps and groans. Dante didn't stop-his tongue only press

ep that up, I won't be ab

rom his forehead. The sight of his face-his sculpted jaw, the scruff a

the arm of the couch, chest rising and falling rapidly. "You scra

g his body between my open legs. I gasped as I felt the hard press o

can probably tell," he said, h

u show yourself to me? Feels only fair-you're compl

night is about you. We're not doing

belt at his waist, undoing it slowly, deliberately. My eyes dropped to his hands

a youthful air. If it weren't for the sharper lines on his face

e. "You like watching me, but I wonder if you like touching me just as much." He

know yet," I sa

said, voice low and

this man who had completely unraveled me. My legs trem

er boxer briefs. The fabric did little to hide the wa

ia?" His voice sent another wa

r him, grabbing the hard outline t

he murmured, his t

his boxers down, freeing his thick, solid length before my eyes.

ip to base, fingers gliding over the swollen head, already slick with pre-come. He rocke

gged. "If your hands feel this good, I

cheeks burned, but I was intoxicated by th

ment-this heat-to las

inally ready to taste him,