Laura was no passive recipient. Her fingers deftly untied his leather pants, pushing them down his hips. When her hand wrapped around his hardened d**k, Dante's breath hissed between his teeth.
"Gods, Laura," he groaned, his forehead dropping to her shoulder.
The sound of her name on his lips like that sent a thrill through her. Laura stroked him slowly and firmly, loving how his powerful body trembled at her touch.
But Dante quickly recovered, his hands pushing her skirt up her thighs. When his fingers found her throbbing p***y, Laura gasped at the contact.
"So wet for me," he murmured against her ear, his fingers sliding through her slick folds. "So ready."
Laura's head fell back against the tree as he worked her with skilled fingers, building her pleasure with every stroke. But ton
