Erica’s POV
His hands traveled up higher and he caressed my soaked panties. His breath warmed my neck and set my skin on fire, burning with passion.
“Why do you reject me yet your body accepts me? It knows my touch and reacts to it. It knows its owner.”
His fingers moved my panties aside and played with my engorged bud.
“Ahhhnn! Ahhhh!”
“Tell me if Lorenzo has ever made you feel this good. Do you moan for him the way you moan for me? I haven’t even touched you and your juices are soaking my fingers.”
He pushed his fingers inside my pussy and I moaned louder. My knees became weak and I gripped him for support.
“Your body is so tight. Your pussy craves me. It’s pulling my fingers deep inside and crushing it wonderfully. Imagine if it was my cock. Imagine the pleasure we would both feel.”
He pulled out of me and I gasped. I suddenly felt empty. My pussy throbbed and my legs squeezed themselves together. I felt empty, like there was a hole in me that needed the be filled desperately.
“Tell me that you don’t want me, Erica. Say it. Don’t say it once we are done. Say it now.”
I felt a bubble in my throat. If I wanted to talk, I couldn’t.
He pulled me in close and kissed me. My lips were warmed and loved by his. His tongue dove in and out of my mouth and wrapped itself softly around mine.
My body shivered at his every touch and all my lips wanted to say was his name.
“Erica…”
He pulled away from me and pulled my underwear down. I was soaked and I could feel my juices running down my thighs.
He carried me up and my body instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist.
“You want me, Erica. There is no denying it. And I want you to. I want all of you.”
He placed his cock inside of me and I gasped at the raw feeling filling me up.
I pulled him close and felt my juice gush out of me.
“Dante!!!”
“Yes, Erica. You are mine.”
He was deep inside of me. His strong arms held me up and cradled my soft butt and he began his strokes.
My body trembled with every movement he made. My mind was foggy and all I could think about was how good I felt with him.
I was in frenzy. My nipples felt sore and were missing out on the pleasure. I craved his tongue on them, wishing he could make circles on them.
I wasn’t thinking straight and I pulled off my top. I felt his bare chest against my skin and it felt amazing.
“My nipples, Dante. Please…ahhhhhnn.”
He answered my call without hesitation and took them into his mouth. His tongue was gentle and cared for them. The crushing pleasure was overwhelming. Anymore and I was going to cum.
He began to slow down and he finally set me on my feet. I leaned against him to steady my jelly-like legs.
“You still want me, Erica. I can see it in your eyes.”
I blushed furiously and turned away but he grabbed my chin and made me look at him again.
“I know that you are angry and that you want me to make you cum. Can’t you see how well I read you, I read your body?”
I wanted to say something but he pulled me in for another kiss. His hands moved under me and I felt myself being lifted off my feet.
He placed me on the bed and caressed my clit again while I moaned. My toes curled in pleasure and his fingers massaged my breasts.
We were both covered in sweat and the look in his eyes made me crave him the more.
He lowered himself on me and entered me again.
“Ahhhhhnn! Dante!”
His strokes were even deeper and his fingers clasped mine affectionately.
He lowered his face closer to mine and muffled me with a kiss.
There was so much that I wanted to say, so much that I wanted him to do to me.
I was losing my breath that I had to push him away.
“Harder, Dante! Please fuck me harder!”
He smiled and pried my legs apart even more.
He slammed into me and I wrapped my legs around him. I wanted to feel it all: his weight, his cock, his vigor.
I felt like his slut but at that moment I preferred not to be anything else.
“You feel so good inside of me,” I moaned softly.
He grabbed my neck and pressed his forehead on mine.
“I know.”
He went harder and I began to scream. The pleasure was so raw that I felt I was drowning. My body felt tighter and I could feel the contractions that proceeded my orgasm.
“You are cumming for me, aren’t you, Erica.”
I was too weak to talk and all I could do was nod my head messily.
He smiled softly and fucked me deeper and faster. My body began to twitch and…
“Dante! Ahhhhhnn!”
My juices poured out and soaked the bed. Spasms wrecked my body and it took Dante holding me close to bring me under control.
We were both exhausted and I rested on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. It was soft and comforting. I could hear each beat whisper my name.
No. It had to be my imagination.
The silence hung between us. We only let our hearts speak. Mine, however, was silent. I had silenced it. I didn’t trust her.
My wolf howled softly in my head but her voice was drowned by the guilt I now felt.
I disentangled myself from Dante and turned away from him. I had fallen again. How stupid was I?
I felt his hand touch me and he turned me back to face him. Our eyes were locked on each other and he softly stroked my hair.
“Erica, I don’t love Laura anymore. Be my woman. Be my Luna. Please. You are the only thing I’m asking for myself.”
I looked at him and felt my heart soften. Why did I feel different about him? I had called him selfish but I felt like the selfish one now.
His eyes looked so sincere and my heart was calling out to him again. Maybe I could give him a chance.
“Dante, I…”