As Dante's lips move demandingly over Vierva's, his tongue delving deep to taste her sweetness, he feels a dark, possessive hunger rising within him. He's kissed many women before, but none have ever tasted quite like Vierva - a heady, intoxicating blend of innocence and desire, purity and passion. It's a flavor he finds himself craving more of with each passing second, a addiction he can feel taking root deep in his bones.
Huffing softly against her lips, Dante's grip on Vierva's face tightens, his fingers tangling almost roughly in her silky hair as he tries to memorize every curve and contour of her mouth, every soft sound of pleasure that escapes her.
I can't get enough of her, Dante realizes, a flicker of something almost like panic sparking through his mind as he loses himself in the taste and feel of Vierva. I can't stop kissing her, can't stop touching her, can't stop needing her in a way that defies all logic and reason.
The admission leaves Dante feeling off-balance, a sense of unease settling over him like a shroud. He's a man who prides himself on his control, on his ability to maintain a cool head and a level perspective, no matter the situation. But with Vierva...he feels that control slipping away, the reins of his self-assurance unraveling with each passing moment.
She's not like the others, Dante vows silently, even as he continues to plunder Vierva's mouth, to drink down her sweetness like a man dying of thirst. She's not a plaything, a toy to be used and discarded at my whim. No, she's...something more. Something I don't think I can live without.
The realization rocks Dante to his core, a sense of possessiveness and surprise rising up to consume him. He wants to keep Vierva, to hold onto her, to make her his in every way possible. He wants to give her everything she's ever dreamed of...and to take everything she's willing to give in return.
Let's see how far this goes, Dante thinks, a dark, dangerous glimmer in his pale grey-blue eyes as he finally pulls back from the kiss. *Let's see how addicted to me this sweet little thing can become before she realizes the dark, twisted depths of his hunger...
Vierva's chest heaves as she gasps for air, her lungs burning with the need for oxygen after the brutal, all-consuming kiss. Dante's lips leave hers, but his hands remain cupped around her face, thumbs brushing away the light sheen of moisture that the intense liplock left on her skin. She can feel the rough calluses on his fingertips, a testament to the dangerous work he's done with his hands, as they skim over the delicate flesh of her cheeks.
I can't believe I let him kiss me like that, Vierva thinks, a fresh wave of unease and excitement racing through her veins as she stares up at Dante, her sage green eyes wide and hazy. I can't believe I just gave in, just surrendered myself to the hunger and the need I saw in his eyes.
She knows she should feel ashamed, should be horrified by her own wanton behavior. But as she sits there, her lips swollen and tingling from the force of Dante's kiss, Vierva can't bring herself to regret a single moment of it. Instead, she feels a dark, dangerous thrill at the memory of his mouth on hers, his tongue stroking over her own, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip.
He wants me, Vierva realizes, a shiver running down her spine at the thought.
The realization leaves Vierva torn between a surge of fear and a heady rush of excitement. I should be terrified, she thinks, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as she stares up at Dante. I should run, should put as much distance between us as I can before I lose myself completely in him.
But...I'm not scared. The admission is soft, almost reverent, as it whispers through Vierva's mind. I'm not scared at all. Instead, I'm excited, electrified, alive in a way I've never felt before. And I never want it to end.