CINNAMON Pleasure felt too small a word for what was happening to my body. “Yes,” Dante breathed, and the sound of his voice seemed to undo something in him. His knee nudged my thighs apart, creating space for his hand to slip between them. His fingertips traced through the wetness there, teasing my clit with maddening circles before two fingers pushed inside. A gasp tore out of me. He thrust deeper, the heel of his hand grinding against my clit in a rhythm that made my vision blur. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. My moans were lost in his mouth as he kissed me again, swallowing every sound I made. Every touch set my skin ablaze. Tension coiled low in my belly, winding tighter with each stroke of his fingers. The heat between us felt thick, almost suffocating, but the breathlessness only sharpened the pleasure. “No more teasing,” I begged as his mouth moved to my other breast, his tongue circling my nipple. Each thrust of his fingers promised more, made me ac
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