The Emperor (Dark Verse, #3)

by RuNyx

Before her last word was out, Dante pulled to the shoulder of the road, turning the vehicle off. He undid her seat belt, pushed his seat back, and pulled her over him, ...

“Say that ...

he grit out. Amara felt herself smile as she settled over him, her thighs straddling his hips, putt...

“You’re being rid...

One of his hands gripped her full breast, the other going to her ass in a hold that was nothing short of territorial. In the moonlight, his dark eyes gleamed like uncut obsidian, born of flames, cooled in winds. His masculine scent, that cologne she had loved since she first smelled it, permeated the closed confines of the car. He took over her senses—sight, sound, smell, touch—and she reveled in it, her heart pounding but desire coiling in her belly in known anticipation. This wasn’t like it had been in the beginning. Their desire then had been a wildfire—unknown, unexpected, untamed. No, now it was a kindling, a bonfire in the middle of a snowy desert, melting the frost, warming the bones, lighting the dark. They had been together a hundred times before and they would be together a hundred times more. But their need for each other had evolved—from being lovers learning each other, they had become memories on each other’s skin, every inch of her body knowing every inch of his. Given all that, all the years and touches between them, his hand holding her breast and ass sent heat curling through her spine, so familiar, so delicious, so wanted. Amara thrived in being desired by thi...

“You’re the beat to my hea...

His hand tightened on...

“And you’re...

He pressed his forehea...

“We’ll be okay, right? With this life, with the baby,...

Amara rubbed her nose ag...

“We’ll be okay. We’ll be together. That’s...

“And you’ll love me when I’m ol...

“You know I will. You’ll be a hot silve...

Amara gr...

“I’d do...

“F...

he chu...

“Da...

she whis...

“...

he nuzzled in...

“I’m feeling a littl...

she confessed, watching his eyes sh...

“Ask me to ki...

he ordered, eyes dark on hers. Amara felt her breath catch in the confine...

“Kiss...

“My dirty fuckin...

he murmured, his hand moved from her ass, going under her dress, moving to cup her between her legs through her panties, as the other hand plucked her hard nipple. Heat shot through her breast, arrowing down right where...

“You’re soak...

he growled, pushing her panties aside and plunging two fingers inside her. Amara moaned, her head falling back as she gripped his...

“Ride my hand...

he encouraged her, his voice low, husky, perfect. Amara moved her hips in wanton motions, feeling his thumb settle on her clit, alternating between pressing it and rubbing it, and the coiled serpent of shameless pleasure tightened i...

“Soak my hand, dirty girl. That’s it. This pussy ...

Dante took her other nipple into his mouth over her dress, sucking it deep, making her arch back as a cu...

“These tits ar...

He moved up to kiss ...

“This scar is...

Her legs spread as she settled even more, rotating her hips, and his mouth took possession of hers. He kissed her hard, devouring her mouth, sending electricity zapping through her nerves, her heart racing, her inner walls pulsing around his fingers. His tongue swiped over her lips, tangling with her tongue, before sucking it into his mouth. The wetness of the kiss, the dirtiness of the joining, the sloppiness of the sounds, just turned her on even more. She pulled back to catch a breath, panting as she exploded out of nowhere, her orgasm crashing into her, making her keen and thrash and shake as her inner muscles clenched around him, shivers running up and down her spine, her eyes rolling back in her head. Heart thundering, she opened her eyes as Dante pulled his fingers back, and brought them to his mouth, keeping their eyes locked, licking one digit, his tongue tasting her come, and heat coiled in her belly again, faster than it should have. He pulle...

“Not gonna fuck you here, baby. Not where anyone could sneak up on us and I’d be too bal...

Amara leaned towards him as he started the car again, sliding her hand down his chest, taking the flesh of his earlobe...

“Am...

he warned as her hand slid over his length, unz...

“B...

“Keep driving, Mr....

she whispered, before bending down over the console and taking him in her mouth, giving her man pleasure ...

Nighttime lingerie was a guilty pleasure of hers. They made her feel feminine and beautiful. As soon as she’d started earning, she had splurged on gowns and baby dolls to sleep in, and on the nights Dante had come to visit her, she’d broken out the special ones she reserved for the occasion, only to have him whip it off her. But it was that momentary pleasure, that flare of desire in his eyes that made it worth it.

She saw his hand come to her braid, wrapping it around his fist.

“What has you waking me up at this hour then, my lady?”

“Your mother felt hunted, Dante,”