Chapter 62 The mark
He held her hand. “Follow me.” Sienna didn't object, she allowed him to lead her to wherever he was taking her to. And he led her to his bedroom.
Before Sienna knew it, Dante's head descended downwards and he pressed a soft, slow kiss onto her lips. She kissed him back, their lips moving in sync. She held on to the collars of his shirt, yanking him closer as they kissed each other passionately.
"Before I get to brand you for the world to see. I'll have to mark you as mine" he sensually said, a devilish glint in his eyes once he pulled out from the kiss. “And you'll move into my room.”
Dante didn't wait for Sienna's response, he didn't waste time.
In an instant, Sienna felt his wet lips on her neck, hungrily sucking on it. A soft moan escaped her lips as Dante's expert tongue swept across her neck.
His lips skimmed the edges of her collar bone, greedily placing soft bites all the way to her throat.
"Fuck" she airily breathed out. Slowly she and Dante laid back on the bed, his lips not leaving her neck for a second.
In a fluid motion, he got on.top her. Her mind was already lost in a labyrinth of hooded desires with Dante's hot lips sucking on her. Feeling him on top of her whilst his tongue and lips sucked, stroked and bite all sides of her neck caused her to have shattering moans that sounded like music to his ears.
Her hands fisted into his dark raven locks, gripping on to it. Dante's hands walked their way to her engorged breasts, softly moulding and kneading it through her off shoulder top.
Oh Lord. This man. Is this how other men touch their women?
His lips left her neck and sensually trailed to her chest, planting kisses on the bare parts of her breasts that were already exposed.
He sucked on them, his one hand pulling her off shoulder more downwards. He probably cared less if it slacked. Dante completely littered her neck, throat and chest with his burning lips. His lips then moved upwards again, locking with her lips. She wrapped her legs around his waist and parted her lips, giving him the full access to taste her.
Dante kissed her so lustfully and hungrily, hands groping and fondling on to her breasts.
She shuddered underneath him, releasing her soft cries of pleasure into the kiss.
"God, you taste so sweet.” Dante whispered against her lips.
He slowly pulled back, making a cry of protest leave her lips at the absence of his body on hers. A satisfied smile was placed on his lips as his eyes hungrily scanned her.
Sienna followed the trail of his eyes to her neck and part of her bosoms that were visible to his lustful stare.
Shit. Her skin was littered with love bites.
He gave her hickeys. He had branded her as his.
"How do you like this?"he asked with a cocked brow.
Sienna nodded, her face heated up.
"Good, you like it. Because you will be getting more of it from now." he huskily told her before crashing his lips on to hers again. He led her towards the bathroom, she still didn't object, her body couldn't fight against the urge for more.
Dante was used to his morning wood, but he wasn't used to waking up with Sienna’s pert ass just a few inches away from his erection. He didn’t intend on letting it go to waste.
Shifting forward, he pressed his hips against her backside as he whispered in her ear, “Good morning.”
She sucked in a breath before she replied, “Morning.”
He moved his arm that was draped over her waist and pressed his palm against her belly. A fabric stood between him and her bare skin.
When had she pulled on a t-shirt? She had been gloriously naked when they went to sleep. But from what he could feel, below, she had only slipped her panties back on.
He could work with that.
When he sneaked his hand below her t-shirt, she squirmed rubbing her ass against his erection in the process and said, “Dante, I have to get up.”
“Let me help you get up,” he told her, dragging his hand upwards to her chest. When his palm made contact with her bare breast, he cupped the soft flesh and squeezed.
Sienna squirmed again and grabbed his forearm with one hand. But she didn’t pull him away.
So he started kneading her breast in his hand, working his fingers into her feminine flesh. Down below, he rocked his hips, grinding his hard length against her ass.
The sensation of his head stroking against her skin already had him leaking pre-cum. He needed to be inside her.
Sienna moaned when he flicked his thumb over a nipple and then rubbed it. Her breasts were quite sensitive, and he loved how it got her worked up every time he played with her nipples. He would love to give her a good suckle, but as she had said, it was time to get ready for his therapy.
“Touch yourself for me, Sienna,” he whispered, keeping up his ministrations on her breasts.
“Wh-what?” she stuttered.
“Your pussy,” he clarified. “Tell me if you’re wet for me.”
Her body shuddered, and he felt her arm move towards her abdomen. Her lack of hesitation wasn’t lost on him. He had thought he would have to work harder to obliterate her shyness in bed. He had been wrong. It appeared that his sweet innocent woman was actually a sexy vixen in hiding.
Her legs parted, allowing him to slip his hard cock between her thighs. He thrust his hips forward, so that when her hand finally got between her legs, his tip brushed against her wrist.
“I am,” she told him a moment later, a shaky breath leaving her lips.
“Touch yourself,” he told her, lifting his head to catch sight of her hand between her legs. “Prepare yourself for my cock.”
She trapped her bottom lip between her teeth as her hand started moving. He rocked his hips to match her rhythm, rubbing himself against her soft thigh.
“Spread your legs,” he instructed. “Let me see you finger yourself.”
Sienna lifted her leg, bending it at the knee. She held her underwear to the side with her other hand. Her new position allowed him to see her finger move in and out of her pussy.
“Show me,” he breathed, his fingers tugging her nipple harder. “Let me see your juices, Sienna.”
She withdrew her hand and lifted her finger. He licked his lips at the sight of the digit, glistening with her juices.
“Make it two,” he told her. “Tell me when you want my cock inside you.”
“Now,” she moaned instantly.
His cock jerked between her thighs. “Well, aren’t you greedy this morning?” he teased.
“Please,” she said, before her hand, instead of going back to her pussy, wrapped around the head of his cock. “I’m ready.”
He groaned deep in his throat. She really was going to be the death of him. “If you want it, take it.”
“Uh?” she mumbled in mild confusion.
“Put me inside you, Sienna.”
“Oh,” she mumbled again. And then her hand got to work, guiding his cock towards her entrance. His abdomen muscles seized when his head brushed against her clit. More when she rubbed the tip up and down between her wet folds, slicking him with her juices.
And then some more when she pressed his cock head between her lips and pushed her hips backwards, urging him inside. She was only able to get his head just inside her pussy in her position with what a tight vagina she had, she would have to put more weight to get him inside on her own so he helped her.
He thrust forward, his hard cock spearing through her entrance and into her hot channel.
“Oh, Dante!” she cried out at his penetration.
He froze. “Did I hurt you?” He had been so eager to get inside her he had forgotten she was new to all this.
She shook her head. “No. It feels so good. Please move.”
Heavens, he loved her.
He obeyed, pulling back and then thrusting into her again. Letting go of her breast, he lowered his hand to hold her leg open as he pounded into her for all he was worth. He could feel everything. Her juices lining up her walls, her insides tightening around his dick.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moaned, coming to a stop mid-stroke.