With Dante's permission Violeta pushed her hips back against his, the hem of her dress riding further up her thighs with his grip, the heat of his strong clutch spreading through her body, adding to the pressure throbbing between her legs. The tip of her tongue rolled over her lip, trapping another betrayal of sound behind it while she ached for him, and at the same time kept herself from falling over the edge he was pushing her toward. She leaned in, taking her back off the wall, and wrapped her arm around his head, tipping it back with a gentle tug of his hair and capturing his mouth, her other hand settled loosely over his throat to keep him in place while she set the moan free on his lips.
“More of this?” she purred the question, kissing him deeply, intoxicated by the taste of lust on his tongue. She fed it to her own hunger like an offering, but her desire had quickly grown insatiable. Her mouth demanded more of him, licking the kiss off his lips before moving over his jawline, nipping the warm, taut flesh down to his neck. Her hand slid to his chest, and she dragged her lips over his throat to the other side, flicking her tongue against his ear as she came up and smirked. “This...?” With a painstaking slowness Violeta rolled her hips, tilting back just enough to be able to see the look on his face, her gaze dark and carnal, as she worked a deep, wavelike rhythm against him.