A strangled noise in her throat threatened to escape as her back arched off the mattress, onward bolts of pleasure surging down her torso to her clit. She fell back on a heavy sigh pushing its way through an open smile; though her body screamed for instant gratification, she found immense satisfaction in taking her time with Dante, getting to know him in this way. God knew he did not let her know much. The thought elicited a private laugh, a fleeting whisper in a mind overtaken by rewarding sounds of his pleasure.
Her skin flushed beneath his fingertips, her thighs nearly trembling. They parted wider for him as she lifted one of her hands from under his shorts and slid it over his, inviting his fingers closer to the pulsing ache between her legs. Violeta continued to stroke his arousal with the other, rolling her thumb over its smooth tip, and stopped the threatening rock of her hips. “Oh,” she murmured, the note of control in her voice clearly diminishing, “there is not a doubt in my mind." She hoped that he would, having never known Dante to back down from a challenge.