Dante’s POV.
My throat goes dry and I gulp. Celeste’s hazel eyes watch as my throat bobs, and she bites her bottom lip.
I groan as I feel my c**k straining in my jeans. She said let’s go to bed. She has said it before, but the way she said it this time and the way she is looking at me tells me she doesn’t mean to sleep.
“Are you sure? We can …” her lips press to mine, silencing me. She nips at my bottom lip and I gasp, my mouth opening as her tongue plunges inside my mouth. The kiss isn’t gentle. It is fevered with want, need, and lust. She moans into my mouth, her hips moving.
She breaks the kiss, breathless, and looks down at me, her hazel eyes blazing.
“I’m sure, now move your butt and throw me down.” She says and I lift her higher. She squeals as I throw her over my shoulder.
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