Inferno of Darkness (Order of the Blade #8) by Stephanie Rowe Page A

his. His.

Chapter Six
     

    Having Dante inside her was incredible beyond words. His strength, his power, and the way he looked at her seemed to melt the walls around her heart. Elisha felt tears building inside as she watched the play of emotions across Dante's face as he moved within her with tantalizing slowness. Despite his ardent claims to the contrary, he wasn't cold or detached. He was deeply, intensely real in every way. His kisses were like an infusion of raw need and unapologetic lust. His grip on her wrists, pinned way above her head, should have been scary, but it was simply a decadent, seductive display of his strength. Instinctively, she knew he would never hurt her. Holding her wrists like that was a game, a show of power by him, and a trusting surrender by her to the raw maleness of who he was.
    Never before had sex been pure pleasure, without the threat of pain. She'd never been able to relax and not worry about what it would lead to. But in Dante's arms, shielded by the surreal strength of his frame, at the mercy of a man stronger than any she had ever known, she felt no fear. All she felt was a deliciously wonderful desire licking through her, flames that seemed to be starting in her belly and spreading outward. She loved how his eyes were darkening, becoming hooded with lust and want. "Kiss me," she whispered. "I want to feel your lips on mine."
    His immediate response, swooping down to kiss her, was a heady sensation. She loved both the fact that she'd dared to tell him what she'd wanted, and that he'd given it to her. And the kiss itself was amazing. His tongue was a fiery stroke of seduction, of passion, of intimacy so private that it was like a combustible secret just for them.
    Fire licked away at her, building and roiling, spreading out from her belly toward her toes and fingers. Her breath became shallow. Need crashed through her. Their kisses became more desperate and more demanding. He thrust deeper, and even deeper, withdrawing with agonizing torment and then plunging into her again, their bodies coming together in the slick, wet heat of unstoppable frenzy. More kisses, more touching, more, and more, and more—
    The orgasm tore through her, dragging a scream from her throat as she arched backward, flinging herself with reckless abandon into the sensations tearing through her. Dante shouted her name, and then bucked against her, filling her with his seed as it poured out of him in a torrent of passion. Again and again the orgasm took them both, a merciless, magnificent crescendo of explosive sex, endless desire, and a relentless, eternal connection that would never release them.
    Ever.
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    For a long time, neither of them spoke. Dante just held Elisha in his arms, their bodies tangled around each other. Her head was nestled against his shoulder, and Dante pressed his face to her hair, nuzzling the soft tresses. He'd wrapped one arm tightly around her, holding her close, while he traced small circles around her breasts with his index finger. "Your skin is so fragile," he said, unable to keep the awe out of his voice. "So soft. I'm afraid to breathe too hard or you'll shatter."
    Elisha laughed softly, a throaty sound that made him smile. "How can you say that after you just made love to me like that? You weren't being careful then."
    "No, I wasn't." He kissed her lightly, pretty damn certain he would never get tired of kissing her. It was kind of shocking that something that simple could be so immensely satisfying, but it was. "Are you okay?"
    She smiled at him, her eyes blossoming with warmth. "Yes, you silly man, of course I am. Making love with you was the most beautiful moment I've ever experienced."
    He laughed, caught up in her charm, but stupidly pleased by her comment. He liked the idea of being the one to show her what it could be like, to be the one that mattered. "You're just saying that to stroke my ego so that I'll save the world for you."
    "No, I'm not." Her smile faded, and she