Dante carried me through the penthouse like I weighed nothing, my legs still wrapped around his waist, his c**k buried deep inside me with every step. Each movement sent fresh aftershocks through my oversensitive body. c*m leaked down my thighs, mixing with my own arousal, but he didn’t seem to care. His mouth stayed on mine in lazy, possessive kisses as he walked us back to the bedroom.
He laid me down on the massive bed without pulling out, covering my body with his. The weight of him felt grounding, dangerous, and addictive all at once. My hands roamed over his broad shoulders, tracing the hard muscle and the edges of his tattoos.
“You’re shaking, little bunny,” he murmured against my neck, pressing soft kisses along my collarbone where the silver rabbit pendant still rested. “Was it
