CHAPTER 77

  Freya cried out as he began mercilessly pounding into her with deep, dazing strokes that were zapping her with bliss. Nothing should feel this good, she was sure of it. She had never thought it would feel this good before, but she'd known it would be this way, and it had scared her. Now, though, as he tunneled in and out of her reaching depths that had until now been untouched, there was no fear, only sheer and utter carnal bliss.

  As Dante gazed down at all that smooth skin of her back, that unmarked smooth skin, he had the urge to bend down and sink his teeth into wherever he could reach.