Lowering to his knees, Dante snapped the inside of her thighs with his palms. Catrina widened her legs for him. Her skin and tattoo wasn't the only thing he wanted to taste. Not now that he had the chance.

Dante's hands hooked around the edges of her lace thong. "If you want me to stop, now would be the time to say so, Cat."

"Don't stop."

He pulled the thong down her legs and tossed the article to the floor. Her fingers found his hair when he kissed the hood of her clit. Her hips jolted away from his mouth as if he'd burned her.

There was a look of hesitance coloring her gaze as she stared down at him. Dante suspected while Catrina was experienced with men, there were certain things she wouldn't allow. Perhaps this was one of them, for whatever reason.

"Who has taken you like this?" Dante asked.

"No one," Catrina answered, her words breathless.

"Why not?"

"Power. I don't want a man to have it. Not over me."

But he did and she was letting him.

Dante held her gaze as his tongue stuck out against her sex again, sliding between the folds of her pussy. He licked her slit, taking with it the arousal gathering. She was tart and hot on his tongue, making his mouth water.

"You taste sublime."

Catrina's fingers tightened, stinging his scalp, as she choked out an anxious sound.

"Do you like that, kitten?"

"So much."

"More?" Dante asked.

"Yes."

Dante didn't need to ask again. He fucked her pussy with his tongue with hurried, harsh strokes to her clit, alternating down further to her entrance where he speared inside her channel to lap at the juices. She didn't take long at all to reach her peak, and when she came around his tongue, her cries high and broken, he licked her clit tougher until a second release was clawing through her veins, too.

"Oh my God," Catrina mumbled.

The moment she released her grip on him, Dante stood. He spun her body around, catching her wrists in his hand and putting them above her head. In this position, her chest pressed to the window, Catrina's back curved inwards and her ass was on display for him. Rounded and perfect for the fit of his palm against it. He drove his hand down her spine, feeling her shiver under his touch. Those hazel eyes of hers watched him under a hooded gaze and thick lashes darkened with mascara.

"You are the most sinful fucking creature I have ever seen," Dante murmured thickly.

Catrina squirmed in his hold, making her ass rub deliciously along the seam of his cotton pants where his erection was straining against the fabric. There was no hiding what having her naked and under his mercy was doing to him. Not that he wanted to hide it.

"So beautiful," he said, his hand coming down to smack the side of her ass and punctuate his words.

"Dante ... again, please."

His hand cracked down again. "So sexy."

Dante slipped his hand between his groin and her backside. His fingers sliding along the crack of her ass until he came to her sex. Spreading her fleshy folds, warm, slick arousal met the tips of his digits.

"Fuck, you're so hot right now because of this, aren't you, kitten?"

Catrina nodded, unashamed. For such a controlling, strong woman, she liked her men to have the power in the bedroom. He adored it and was more than willing to fill that need.

Dante's fingers sunk into her waiting pussy, curling to find the spot to make her knees weak. It didn't take him long to find it. Catrina pushed her chest firmer into the glass as he fucked her with his fingers slowly, taking the time to learn her body and sounds as he worked her to a precipice.

Oh, yes. Catrina was a screamer.

"Louder," he murmured in her ear before nipping at the sensitive spot below.

She obliged in a beautiful fucking way.

Her cries were music. The perfect kind. Dante loved hearing what he did to a woman.

Slowing the rhythm of his fingers until he was just massaging her G-spot with his fingers, Dante watched Catrina's expression in the window change to desperation as the muscles in her back clenched. He knew she was trying to hold it back. G-spot only stimulation was an entirely different orgasm.

"This is going to feel so fucking good for you, Cat. When you come on my fingers, you're going to rain on them. Stop trying to keep it away and let it go, mia regina."

Catrina struggled in his hold but Dante held her wrists strong to the glass, refusing to let her go.

"Please, please, please ..."

"What, bella? Tell me."

"I can't."

"Yes, you can."

Dante pressed his fingers a little rougher into the spot overwhelming Catrina, and she didn't have a choice. Just like he said, her juices flooded his fingers as her airless cry pierced the room when her orgasm took her under the current.

Before the waves could subside, he was pulling her arms down and turning her. Catrina's back hit the glass with a thump. His mouth found hers while she pushed at his cotton pants, tugging them down around his hips. Dante let the article fall, stepping out of them without missing a beat. His boxer-briefs took the same path.

"I don't have any condoms," Dante said, wanting her to know before they went any further. "I didn't think I had any reason to bring them."

Catrina shrugged. "I haven't been with someone in a long time and when I was, I was safe."

"I've always been safe as well."

"Pregnancy isn't a concern," Catrina said, filling in a black Dante didn't have to say.

"No. We good?"

"So good."

Finding her hands with his, Dante moved them backward until he felt his legs hit the leather chaise. When he sat down, she turned under his urging again, lowering onto his lap. With no hesitation, Catrina sank down on his length, her satisfied moan matching the shudder crawling over her pale shoulders. Her sex was pure heat around his cock, gripping him tight enough to take his breath away. The lingering taste of her juices still had his mouth watering, but it was even better to see her arousal coating his dick.

Dante rested back on the chaise, keeping one foot on the floor to maintain balance and the other bent at the knee. Catrina adjusted her body on top of him, but instead of straddling her feet on either sides of his waist to ride him, she put one on the outside of his bent leg and the other between his spread thighs. He could feel the wet silkiness of her sex grinding along his thigh as she began riding him.

The swell of her ass looked so fucking good every time it fit into his groin. Dante had the perfect view of his soaked, bare length sinking into her pink folds and feel her pussy grab him tight with every lift of her hips. He fisted her red locks with one hand and grasped the curve in her waist with his other, pulling her down harder onto his cock with every thrust.

"Ah, fuck," Dante breathed. "You look good like that, bella mia."

Catrina tipped her head to the side, giving him a view of her profile and wide eyes. Dante didn't think it was often this woman gave herself over to a man, so he was de-fucking-lighted to be the one having her now.

A tremor rocked her bottom lip as her teeth cut into the red flesh, another loud cry muffled. Tugging sharply on her hair, Dante growled, "I want to hear you fucking scream for me again, kitten."

Her fingernails dug into his thigh, her other hand clasping to his wrist. The shout of his name she released slammed him straight in the gut like a goddamn wrecking ball. Cat rolled her hips in a way that had her clit stimulated by his thigh and her fluids gushing down his cock. Dante's heart hammered fast as he kept watching the erotic sight of her sex taking him in over and over.

"Christ, I wish you could see the way this looks," Dante said, forcing the words out past his gritting teeth. "You're so wet, and I can feel your fucking heartbeat against my cock, Cat."

"Oh, God."

A pressure was building in his spine and his balls tightened with the promise of an oncoming orgasm, but he refused to let it go. The slight sting of her nails and the daze he was in kept him focused. The sight of her was enthralling. Free, wild, and open. It wasn't often she looked that way, but he loved the fact she did right now.

Especially with him.

Dante let go of her waist, slipping his hand down under her ass. Her wetness smeared along his fingers as he held the base of his cock while she continued riding him. Dragging the damp digits to her back entrance, he massaged the tight hole in time with her rhythm.

"Please," he heard Catrina whisper.

Dante grinned, wetting his lips with his tongue. "Ask me for it, kitten. Tell me you want my fingers fucking your ass while my cock is buried between your thighs."

"Yes, I do. I want more, please. I want you everywhere."

When she came down hard on him again, Dante plunged the two fingers knuckle deep into her ass. He matched the beat of his fingers fucking her ass with the way she took him. Spreading the digits wide to stretch and fill her with him, he felt both her holes clamp around him so tightly he closed his eyes, arched against the chaise and groaned her name.

Catrina screamed her bliss high into the air, his name following right after. Her thighs quaked with her orgasm as she fell forward to catch herself with her palms to the chaise. Dante released her hair, rubbing his hand up her side to calm Catrina. Her breaths came fast, lifting her shoulders with each one. She was sweat-slicked, her curls a tangled mess from his handling, and the sweetest flush covered her from the back of her neck to the bottom of her spine.

"Again," she demanded.

"Oh, we're not done yet," Dante promised darkly.

Catrina whimpered when his dick jerked inside her pussy, still hard and wanting more.

Dante lifted her from his length before she could protest, cradled her in his arms, and headed toward the suite bedroom that was his. He tossed her on the bed, letting her fall over the beautiful lace wedding dress she had been to adamant he not ruin.

Immediately, she widened her legs for him, showing off her sex as her hands fisted into the gown. She didn't seem to care she was snagging the lace, or that her arousal was likely seeping into the fabric. No, Catrina just pushed her chest up, showcasing pink, hard nipples and baring teeth in her sinful little smile.

"Yeah," Dante said, climbing onto the bed between her thighs. "We're not even close to being fucking done."

Dante's body felt like it had been through one hell of a workout. Memories of the night before flooded his mind and he laughed deeply, as he supposed it had been with Catrina.

Good God, the girl could fuck. And she tasted like candied sin on his tongue.

His dick hardened under his thin cotton pants at the thought of her body on his all over again. He wanted to do that again. Soon preferably.

Tossing the sheets off his body, Dante pushed out of bed, cracking his spine and neck in the process. Catrina wasn't in bed with him, but that didn't strike a nerve. Chances were, with the way that woman's mind was always going, she was already up and moving around the suite.

Sure enough, Dante found her resting across the chaise where she'd ridden him the night before. His throat tightened, threatening to quiet his words as he gazed at the beautiful sight of her spread across the tan leather, long, shapely legs bared and crossed at the ankles, wearing nothing but his dress shirt again.

She looked fucking perfect.

Catrina offered him a smile when she noticed him standing in the doorway of the common space between the two bedrooms. Her manicured nails with their embedded crystals waved at him, reminding him of what those felt like clawing down his back.

Dante barely managed to suppress the shiver trying to roll down his spine. "Morning, kitten."

"Morning."

"You're quite a sight sitting there like that."

Catrina laughed. "Am I?"

"Yes."

"I was considering what to order for breakfast."

"Well, you look mighty fucking fine doing it."

Catrina waved between them, never moving from her spot on the chaise. "Can we pretend like last night never happened?"

Dante mulled her words over before giving any kind of reaction. Last night had come from need, not because either of them had planned it. He had suspected she might feel this way come morning and he didn't fault her for it. Their deal was still the same regarding the marriage. Even if Dante wanted something physical again from Catrina, she had to want it, too.

"Is that what you want, Cat?"

"Yes."

"That might be easier said than done, what with you sitting there like that, wearing nothing but my dress shirt and looking like you do."

Catrina's lips arched scandalously.

"And that, too," Dante added, his cock twitching to life all over again.

"I can't change who I am."

"This downright fucking sinful looking woman sitting across the way from me, you mean."

Catrina shivered and satisfaction filled him to the brim. She was one stubborn woman and that was her biggest goddamn problem. "Don't make it harder than it needs to be, okay?"

Dante swallowed his pride. "Yeah, okay. What in the hell were you thinking last night, doing that with me if this is what you were going to do?"

"I thought that I wanted you and for the night, I did. I always take what I want, Dante."

That was cold. Dante wished he could be surprised.

"We were good, though," Catrina murmured softly.