Love in Purgatory (De La Fuente Family 2)

She had to get out of there! If Dante hadn’t drank so much, there was no way he’d be like this with her, no matter how much that hurt, it was the truth, and she understood the reason why.

Standing, she met his watchful gaze. “I’m going. You need to sleep off that whiskey, and I really hope you don’t remember tonight, otherwise you’re going to be pissed.” She backed away toward the door; his gaze didn’t waver from her.

“I’m not sure I can walk.”

She froze at his words.

“Can you get me some water, and maybe a cold, wet washcloth to cover my forehead, from the bathroom?”

She could do that.

“Okay...get in bed and I’ll get everything.”

She grabbed a bottle of water, and pulled a couple of painkillers out of her purse before she placed them on the bedside table. Then she headed into the bathroom.

It took her a minute to get the water cold enough, but when she had, she made sure the cloth was soaked before she wrung it out with her hands.

Walking back into the bedroom, Dante was lying on his bed...completely naked. As in no briefs, naked.

Emelia’s blood pounded through her ears as she stared at his beautiful body. His legs were spread and the answer to her question about shaved or not was there for her to see. He wasn’t. His penis was long, past his navel, and so damn hard that she couldn’t look away. His fists clenched the bedding at his sides.

“Emelia,” he groaned, his eyes closed, his head thrown back just as his body bowed off the bed.

“I want to lick you,” she blurted, and wondered where the hell her brain had gone because it so wasn’t engaged right then, “so I know what you taste like.” She licked her lips in anticipation, hoping like hell that he forgot what she’d said when he woke up in the morning.

Her gaze trailed over his hard body, and she watched as Dante panted hard. He growled, his body tensed, and strained, and then in shocked surprise, his penis jerked while his seed gradually spread over his stomach and chest.

Emelia didn’t think she’d ever been more turned on in her life as she witnessed him in the height of his pleasure, but she needed to touch.

So before he stopped releasing, she knelt on the bed, and reached out to trail a finger from the bulging head of his shaft. His flesh trembled as she grazed along the rigidness, which gave her courage to continue, and massage his balls.

He might be drunk and possibly asleep, but he showed with his naked body that he trusted her. Would he remember what he allowed to happen when he woke in the morning?

She had the opportunity to walk away before anything else happened. He’d had far too much to drink, and if he remembered anything of the night, she didn’t want him to have the memory of making love to her when he thought that she was his true sister. It would be difficult enough for him to reconcile what he’d done already without adding her to the list of his sins.

She wanted to be with him in the most basic of ways, and seeing him like she was…hurt. It hurt a lot, but she had to be the adult because she feared Dante no longer cared while the alcohol clouded his judgment.

But she wanted just one touch before she left. Just one. “I’m going to touch you. I want to know how you feel to the touch before I go.”

She waited for him to object and when he didn’t, she moved even closer, and told herself to remember to clean him up before she left.

Her hand wrapped lightly around him and she felt his texture. He was rock hard still, but his skin felt silky in her hand. Her fascination was focused on the slit, where his release had spurted from. So that’s where she concentrated, and rubbed with a finger. Within seconds, he started to release again, covering her fingers.

She’d seen a blowjob online and wondered...before his seed finished releasing, Emelia bent her head and sucked the head of him into her mouth.

The sound that came out of Dante was like a keening noise, maybe an animal in pain, but she couldn’t stop and swallowed his release while she continued to pump with one hand on the base of him. Her lips sealed around the head as she sucked his essence out of his body.

She had no idea how long he’d been releasing but before she could move, Dante had her on her back and under him.

Chapter Nine

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The noise Dante thought came from inside his head, was someone banging on his bedroom door, although he wished it was a different door they banged on.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

“Dante...wake the fuck up, I’m starving.”