HELENA'S POV
My breath grew heavier with each passing second, and a certain heat seemed to envelope us – binding us together.
"I'm going to count to ten, Helena. If you're still here by then – I'm fucking you"
I didn't say anything, just the heaviness of my breath echoed back to him.
"One, two, three – " his counts were slow, measured and calculated but the fire inside me was more intense – and I wasn't going anywhere. My need for him was greater than any goddamn rule I had created.
"Four – five –"
"I'm not going anywhere" I breathed, then I brushed a hand across his neck and into his thick hair at his nape, he let out a quiet, tense breath at my touch.
"Six Helena" he counted but I had slipped my hands under his shirt, feeling the warmth radiate from him and I absorbed it like an addict
"Seven"
My breast were bare beneath my night gown and my nipples poked through the fabric, heavy and tight and so close to his face. He only had to lift his head to put his mouth on them, to relieve them of this pressure – but after he was done counting of course.
Then he looked at me, his eyes piercing into mine as he gripped my waist and pulled me closer to his chest "Eight – "
He was giving me a chance to back out, to remember the rules I had defiantly set but I was too locked in, too hungry for him to turn away, my whole body vibrated with a frequency that could only be dialed down by his hands on my skin.
"Nine"
"Ten" I whispered the last number and Dante didn't waste any time, he crashed his lips into mine and sucked my lower lip in a slow sensuous motion. My stomach tightened as his hands inched to my ass, teasing the curve of my cheeks with a touch that was foreign to me.
Five years and I couldn't let another man touch me – five years and all I could think about those years was a man that wouldn't love me back. I had moved on, I swear but I was brought back in his orbit – how could I possibly resist that?
His palms slid under the hem and gripped my ass in two handfuls. Tingles, hot and slick, pooled between my legs as my fingers curled in his hair.
"Are you sure?" he looked at me again
"I didn't take you to be such a gentlemen"
Then he smiled, which slowly turned into a devilish smirk "I'm not"
A groan poured out of me when his hand slid further downward and one finger pushed inside of me without warning.
"Fuck" the words escaped my lips and I groaned against his neck. He fucked me slowly, in and out, and the pressure building between my legs collected like steam in a jar, struggling to be let out. Then suddenly, he pulled his finger out and a desperate ache remained.
His legs parted and I didn't hesitate to step all the way between them. His gaze lifted and his eyes met mine, the flame inside them was liquid lead and darker than shadow. Our lips were inches apart that we shared each other breaths and that was when I truly realized how weak I was, because I was going to do whatever this man wanted.
"Take it off" he gritted
I swallowed and stepped back a bit, then slowly I let the night gown fall from my shoulders and collecting all the way at my feet and he drank my naked body with his eyes. His pulled me closer, his hands tracing the curve of my waist and slowly he dipped his head to bite my skin – hard. I yelped but instead it came out like a throaty groan. His teeth marks were imprinted on my flesh, red and raw and his eyes flicked up to me as he parted my legs open, his fingers slipping into my boiling heat and his mouth latched onto my breast, giving it one slow suck while dragging his teeth across the nipple. Pleasure exploded within me and I nearly lost my balance but his hands were steady on my waist and holding me in place.
"So fucking wet" he growled. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and then slid two fingers deep inside me. The fire burned in my stomach, creating a blaze that needed to be fed and if not –
"Oh God - " I moaned loudly, digging my nails into his shoulder. I was so close, so so close, I could cry. Then suddenly, his fingers slipped out of me, pulling wetness to my clit and when he pushed them back in – that was it.
I burst into flame. White hot flame and I felt like smithereens in his hands. A shudder fluttered through my body as though three shots of liquor poured straight into my blood streams, that was when I realized my legs had given out and I sat on his thigh.
"Jesus – you're the hottest thing I've ever seen" he rasped in my ear
"Hotter than Gianna" I wanted to say but I sealed my lips shut before the words escaped
His gaze flashed to me "Get on the chair" it was a lazy demand, his mood hardening into a harsh one that made my heart begin to pound again. I pulled away from him and crawled unto the chair and laying on my back with my legs spread open and the chair smelled like him, warm – whiskey and a hint of whatever the color black smelled like, it was intoxicating like the mixture of temptation and danger.
While holding my stare, he slipped his trousers of and my cheeks grew warmer even though he still had his boxer briefs on. I glanced at his erection that strained through the fabric and I swallowed. Anticipation thrummed between my legs, pulsing like it had a heart beat on its own and I was still high on the orgasm.
"You know I still haven't forgiven you for having your ass out in my board room, were you trying to fuck with me Helena?"
The orgasm might as well have been a truth serum because I breathed "Yes"
He grasped my thighs, parted them and let out a low groan. His gaze flicked to my face "Who else do you fuck with?"
"No – No one" I stammered
"Good" his eyes darkened and then his arms wrapped around my thighs, lifting them slightly and then he licked me all the way from my ass to clit. I tried to grab the cushion of the chair. It was so dirty, so wrong, so inappropriate but yet if felt so good.
Then he crawled over me, licking and nipping my stomach and breasts as he did. His body covered mine, he was so heavy. He kissed my neck and I'd realized he'd licked every part of my body but I'd barely touched him. Tension rolled through him as my hands slid down his back, his sides and when I left them lingering on his abs, he closed his and his jaw tightened, my fingers trailed along the waistband of his briefs.
"Lower" he gritted
I slid my hands down and I cupped his erection through his briefs then I slipped my fingers beneath his waistband and wrapped my hand around his length.
"Ah fuck" he groaned.
"I want it" I breathed
"Ask me nicely" his hands cupped my face, nipping my jaw.
"Please"