A groan vibrated through his throat onto my tongue, his hands spasming on my bottom as he held me tight to him.
Distantly, I knew people were still leaving, turning to face us as they entered the elevator before the doors closed.
I didn’t care.
When Dante wrapped my hair slowly, firmly around his wide palm, I could only pant as he pulled my head back so I was forced to look at him. His dark features were carved out of stone, harsh with possession and stark desire. There was no question in that gaze, but he didn’t need one.
There was only possession, the same feeling echoed in the drumbeat of my heart pounding between my ears.
A mad desire to beg and plead for his touch scorched through my blood, but before I could succumb to the flames, Dante was taking control, pinning my head in place with that hand in my hair so he could plunder my mouth.
The first hot swipe of his tongue parting my lips, thrusting into my mouth like it belonged there, sent everything I’d ever known about sex and desire tumbling from my head.
There was no history of abuse.
No nerves about how my newly recovered body might react to such passion.
There was only Dante Salvatore.
And me.
Not Elena Moore or Elena Lombardi. Not lawyer or sister, bitch or loner.
Just a man and woman tangled together in the most fervent kiss I ever could have imagined.
I couldn’t be close enough, and I couldn’t pretend I was okay with that. My hands pulled hard at the short strands of his inky hair, clutching him harder to my mouth, parting it wider for the hot expertise of his tongue. My legs flexed around him, hips shimmying as I rocked instinctively against the steel ridge behind his trousers.
We panted, his breath my breath as he ate it off my tongue the way he’d once promised to.
“I need,” I tried to tell him as he captured my lower lip and dragged it sensuously through his teeth.
“Hush,” he ordered me, hands flexing hard on my ass before one ran down the crease of my buttock and thigh to dive beneath the edge of my rucked-up skirt. The rough pads of his fingers caught on the thin silk of my stocking as they trailed up to the bare skin of my cheek. “I’ll give you everything you need.”
I didn’t doubt him, but the desperation coursing through me was new and all-consuming. I couldn’t seem to get a handle on the sheer extremity of it. My thoughts lost to its magnitude the second they tried to form.
Dante started to move, his mouth still fused to mine, back toward the car. I gasped as he lowered me slowly, the muscles in his chest flexing against me as my back hit the still-hot hood of the Ferrari. The second I was down, I pulled at the buttons of his shirt, needing to feel the strength of his quilted muscles under my hands, needing to reassure myself with his strength. When my fingers fumbled for the second time, Dante cursed savagely and reared back just long enough to rip the shirt open, buttons popping and scattering across the hood and the ground.
“Yes,” I hissed, wet flooding my sex at his display of ferocity.
Leaving it open and hanging from his shoulders, he covered my body again. Impatiently, I claimed his mouth, loving the rough abrasion of stubble on my cheek, the contrasting plushness of his too-red lips.
“I’ve never wanted someone so badly it felt I would die if I couldn’t take them,” he growled as he pushed my blazer off my shoulders then rucked up my blouse over my breasts before pulling down the cups of my bra to attack my furled nipples with his teeth and tongue.
I hissed and gasped and moaned, making noises I’d always assumed only came from fake scenes in bad pornography. But I couldn’t stop myself, didn’t want to, and didn’t care. Nothing mattered but taking this beast of a man inside me, feeling him fill me up. I wanted to know how the new connections in my body would react to such a punishing invasion.
“I need to feel you,” I panted even as I gripped his head to my breasts, shocked at the sensation he created there, the way he made my nipples burn and pulse with twin beats.
“You will,” he swore, lowering even farther to place a surprisingly chaste kiss to my belly before swirling his tongue in my naval. My thighs jerked with the sensation. “You’ll feel every inch of my cock as I work it into this tight cunt.”
I’d lifted my head to watch his progress to my inner thighs, the kisses he placed on the skin close to my core, but it thunked back against the hood as his words rattled through me.