“Or maybe I’m wrong. Maybe you know exactly what you need now. Tell me,” he rasped out into my ear, and my eyes shot open to stare over my shoulder into his.
I bit my lip, not sure of what to say, not sure we could cross that line. Was that what he was asking? Did I care?
This was supposed to be the place I jumped in, where I went for it without hesitation.
I couldn’t say the words, but a whimper and a nod were all he needed from me.
He dragged a finger down my jawline and then pulled my lip from my mouth. “Use your words, Lamb. You’re more experienced than last time we were here, right?”
I gulped in a shaky breath, my heart pounding so loud, I’m sure we both heard it. “Yes.”
He growled at my confession, like he hadn’t really wanted me to admit it. “Then tell me. What do you want me to do? You need a massage on your back or …” He lifted himself from me and then flipped me over, parting my legs for his body to be in between them. His hand dragged across my belly and up to my chest. “Or is it here? So experienced that you know what you need now?”
I gasped as he gripped one breast and rolled it around. The lace against my nipple had me wanting to cry out, but I wanted things harder, faster, rougher. I gripped his wrist and pushed his palm into my chest as I arched into it.
I knew what I wanted and here, with his hands on me in Puerto Rico, I was going to take it.
13
Temperature Play
Dante
She’d been so wrapped up in a name that, for a second, she couldn’t see who I was, who I’d been and who I’d always be to her.
Armanelli.
That name had been bound to come out during all this anyway, and she needed to know who she was dealing with. Still, the way she looked at me when she found out my true last name, like I could hurt her, like I was capable of that shit.
It had me storming back into her room to put us in our rightful places. And when her shirt came off, I knew I wasn’t leaving until I had my hands where they belonged.
“See, Little Lamb. I know what you need because I know you and you know me.” I pinched her nipple, and she practically purred as she ground her pussy against me.
“I don’t know anything.” She shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut but kept rocking her body back and forth as if she couldn’t get the release she wanted.
My hand slid up her thigh as her breaths came faster. “What do you need to know?”
“I don’t know, Dante. This isn’t the time,” she ground out, and her eyes shot open to glare at me. Gold and green and brown and beautiful, all mixed with fire.
“You’re beautiful when you’re angry, Lamb.” I slid my thumb so slowly it must have been painful over her slit, pushing just hard enough that her panties caused some friction.
Through clenched teeth, she said, “Stop playing with me, Dante. This is basically—”
“Torture?” I nodded, keeping my eyes on the way her face blushed, how the swell of her tits was now stained with the same pinkish hue. “I’m aware. There’s a ton of ways to torture a human.”
“And that’s what you intend to do?”
Her hands gripped my wrist, but I freed myself to take two small stones I’d put on ice near her bedside. I maneuvered one so it was between my thumb and forefinger, the other between my middle finger and pointer. When I moved my other hand to her clit and pushed one rock against her slit, she hissed. “I intend to make you see that my torture for you is seduction, my punishment is pleasure, and you’ll only fear how much your body can take.”
She moaned as her hips rocked over the stone, trying for more leverage, but my hand was big enough to rub her clit and hold her pelvis in place. This little lamb was mine.
“Look at your arousal, shining so fucking pretty on this stone through your panties and shorts. You ride everything like this, Lamb?” I asked her. “You make it so wet, it could slide into you for you to warm it up.”
“Oh, God. Please do it. Please.” She begged because she knew I was right. I knew her pussy wanted anything in it at this point.
Lilah had always been greedy when it came to her sexuality with me. We’d been greedy with each other, and it was only right that I reminded her of it before she brought another guy into the mix.
Damn, the idea that another man would even get remotely close to my little lamb had me wanting to turn into a wolf—a wolf that would protect its prey.
I slid her shorts and panties to the side so I could tease her entrance and feel how wet she was. I dipped my head just enough to breathe in her pussy. “Smells as good as I remember, Lamb.”