I’m a good person. I deserve to be respected and loved the way he’s endeavoring to respect and love me, and his new-age approach to his family’s legacy deserves a standing ovation.
Although it will make everything harder, and the thought terrifies me, I don’t pull back when Dante steps closer. He’s strong enough to help me through this. I just need to be brave enough to tell himeverything.
There’s only one thing I need to take care of first.
The pain that hasn’t left his eyes for even a second.
It was there before we knew how unwell Camille was, and it hasn’t relinquished control of his senses for even a second since she recovered.
It’s a hurt I caused, so I need to fix it.
“Lucia—”
Propelling myself onto my tippy-toes, I kiss him before another word can leave his mouth.
Shock is Dante’s initial reaction to my boldness, but he quickly recovers. As his arms band around my waist, he returns my embrace.
We kiss for several long minutes, our hands as exploratory as our tongues.
I’ve unbuttoned Dante’s dress shirt and am tackling his belt when the covers on my bed brush the undersides of my knees. Never pulling away from my mouth, he lays me on the bed, then wedges his trouser-covered thigh between my legs.
Layers of clothes separate us, but my clit responds as if we’re both naked. I grind against his thigh and breathe heavily into his mouthwhen the quickest rub shoots sparks across the lower half of my stomach.
My shoulders join and my back arches when Dante drags his lips down my neck. He sucks on my neck, marking me, before his mouth lowers to my budded nipples. I’m not wearing a bra, so when he sucks the peaked bud into his mouth through my sleep shirt, a moan rumbles up my chest.
“Mmm,” I moan, melting under his touch. “I don’t know why I ever thought I could do this alone. Even while imagining you doing precisely this, your hands feel ten times better than mine.”
He drags his tongue along the column of my neck, pausing at my ear. “You’ve touched yourself while thinking about me?”
His question is full of lust, but I am compelled to make eye contact. He said he doesn’t remember that night, but how is that possible? I understand a lapse in memory when you’re drunk, but once you sober up, anything you did before you were drunk is usually crystal clear.
Nothing but curiosity flashes in his lustful gaze, so I nod absentmindedly.
Dante growls, and it puts my interrogation to bed on what happened that night. I’ll get answers—just not until I’ve climaxed first.
With his bright smile fading the pain still filtering in his eyes, he removes my sleep shirt, then slowly slithers down my body. I thrust my head back and moan when his lips skim my side boob, then I grunt in annoyance when they tickle my ribs.
Dante only smiles.
“Yes,” I breathe heavily into the air as he drags the tip of his nose down my panties, dampening the scant material more.
Although this is meant to be about repairing the damage I caused, I don’t protest when Dante glides my panties down my quivering thighs before he settles between them. It would be criminal to stop him now. His smirk is the smuggest to date, and there’s too much lust in his eyes for a little bit of hurt to push through.
“Tell me to stop if you need me to.”
He waits for me to nod before he spears his tongue through thelines of my pussy and buries it deep inside me. As my fingers seek something to sink into, he eats me with greedy, perfectly placed licks and kisses. He takes me to the brink of ecstasy using nothing but his mouth, and I love every fucking minute of it.
This is what sex is meant to be about. Connection. Heat.Love.
It isn’t something you can buy.
Tension this hot can’t be manufactured.
“Dante…” I murmur when his fingers slide over my wet center before he slowly stuffs two inside me.
My blood begins to boil when he applies the perfect amount of pressure on my clit with his tongue, as he does with his fingers on my G-spot.
I peer down at him, moaning when I notice he’s watching me. He drinks in every expression that crosses my face and smirks through every squirm.