I’m too dazed to understand the sudden absence, the sudden rush of cool air, the way my body stumbles, only to be caught again at the hips.
Our conjoined hands break apart. Then, there’s the snap of elastic as my pants are removed entirely.
I blink down at the sight of Dantekneelingbefore me.
The exact way I had imagined kneeling before him.
That same hunger in his eyes is intensified tenfold.
“Keep touching yourself, just like I showed you,” he whispers.
My hand quivers as it obeys, self-conscious under his watchful scrutiny. But I quickly lose myself to the feeling once more, replacing Dante’s absent finger with my own.
I barely notice him getting closer, barely registering the tug on my underwear before it falls to my ankles.
Until his nose nudges my hand to one side and…
“Ah!” It’s a strangled, desperate, keening sound that I make as his lips envelope the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of my now throbbing core.
“Merda!”It’s an unholy kind of worship the way his tongue encircles me entirely.
“FUCK!”
As the sucking pressure registers, something within me simplysnaps.
An overflow of heat and pressure charges through me at breakneck speeds as my vision entirely dissipates.
There is nothing but this sensation. Nothing but his lips, his tongue. Nothing but his fingers digging into my hips. I barely feel my own on my breast, in myself.
It’s just simple, unfilteredpleasure.
Like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
Vaguely, I’m aware of movement. That I’m being dressed maybe, that I’m being lifted.
The high of it, the adrenaline slowly dripping out of my spent body, makes things feel infinitely slow. I feel my face nestled against a firm chest, the unmistakable scent of amber. My sleepy eyes register the firm jaw, the dark beard, the tattoos peaking out of his t-shirt.
How long has he been carrying me now?
“Dante?” My voice doesn’t even sound like my own.
His jaw tics, and then suddenly, I’m being deposited.
I’m embraced by an entirely new sensation, sinking into a softness I’ve not experienced in months. Warm sheets, cloud-like pillows, a thick, unused comforter at my feet.
I feel my senses scrambling to return as I gaze up at the figure looming over me.
“As promised, princess,” his expression is unreadable as he steps away. “Get some rest.”
As if he has now conditioned me to obey his every command, I feel my eyelids become heavier.
The last thing I register before sleep consumes me is the fading evening light through the south-facing window.
11
DANTE
“Your guest no longer resides in the dungeon.”
