The kiss was rough and branding. Dante's mouth was hot against mine. His tongue invaded my mouth and his hands trailed up my body to cup my breasts softly. His thumbs brushed across the tips of my nipples, and I whimpered, arching into his touch. 

Dante kissed me harder. Our tongues danced and tangled until I finally surrendered to the force of his need. My head spun and my vision dimmed. Muscular thighs parted my own legs, and suddenly, I could feel his erection straining against the fabric ...