Bound To Protect. Anya Summers
to touch hers. But like the night prior, she wasn’t ready for the sucker punch of desire that was akin to plugging her body into an electrical grid upon contact. And, unlike last night, he was gentle with his kiss, seducing her with light brushes and nibbles. His stubble grazed her flesh and she shivered.
There was this need inside her, building with each caress and press of his mouth, as he parted her lips and sought entry to tangle with her tongue. Maybe it was because she had been forced to suppress her natural desire for so many years that, given the opportunity, it all but exploded like a dam breaking. She threw her arms around his neck, gripped his nape to imprison his mouth, and cursed the seatbelt holding her back from climbing into his lap.
Dante growled against her lips.
He actually growled.
Sabrina had no idea why, but that sound coming from a man as worldly as Dante, who had seen and done as much as he had, was intoxicating. Dante unbuckled her seatbelt for her. Thank god. Then he hauled her into his lap, surrounding her with his large form so that she was swamped by the feel of him. And through it all, his lips never left her mouth. He fisted his hands in her hair, tugged her head back, slanted his lips more firmly, and proceeded to ravage her mouth.
She grabbed handfuls of his hair, holding his lips in place, wanting, needing, more from him. She moaned in the back of her throat.
Dante tore his mouth from hers. Lust had turned his gaze black. His breathing was ragged as he stared at her. “I want you, Sabrina, Christ knows I do, but I won’t take you in the front seat of my car. And if we continue, I will. Your first time should be more than a sweaty fuck in the front seat of a car.”
“Oh. I suppose you’re right.” She was mortified beyond belief. What had she been thinking? She retreated off his lap back into her seat, and instantly missed his warmth. She wanted to burrow into him. He made her feel safe for the first time in longer than she could remember.
“Hey,” he cupped her cheek, “this isn’t a rejection, love. Please don’t think that. I just think that outside the Palace is the wrong place for your first time. And then there’s the little fact that you’re supposed to be Michael’s fiancée. It wouldn’t look good for us to be seen this way, like we are cuckolding Michael behind his back.”
It all made sense. He was right. Michael was paying her ten million dollars to pretend to be his fiancée. She couldn’t screw it up. “That’s true. I wasn’t thinking. You kiss me and my head goes all wonky. But you will? Take me to bed and be with me that way?”
Dante flashed her a sultry smile. “Love, once you are living with us, I will be only too happy to spend hours worshiping that sweet little body of yours and teaching you all there is to know about lovemaking.”
She shivered at his naughty proposal and nodded. “I’d like that.”
“And maybe, if you are really brave, you might like to try lovemaking with both Michael and me.” Dante dangled the enticing possibility.
The thought left her breathless. That this magnetic, handsome man wanted her left her giddy. The decadent idea of experiencing sex with not only him, but Michael as well, caused honeyed nectar to heat her veins. And for the life of her, Sabrina couldn’t think of anything she wanted more than to be loved by the two alphas.
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