Dante is familiar enough to settle that anxiety within me.
“I recall you weren’t very happy about it.” He smirks, reaching for me so I can slide onto his lap, straddling him.
“You asked me if you were good enough for me.”
Dante smirks. “I’m still not.”
With a roll of my eyes, I go to dismount. “Fine, I’ll see if Pierre is still interested—oof!”
Dante’s arms wrap around me suddenly like a Vitale, pulling me flush to his chest.
“You will always be too good for me,” he whispers into the non-existent space between us. “Because I’m too selfish to ever let you go.”
I kiss him.
And we’ve kissed since the mansion, always hungry for the reassurance of the other.
But not like this.
Not without the weight of the world pinning me down.
No, this kiss feels like my choice. It feels like freedom and the first step to a forever that I’ve only ever fantasized about before.
My mouth opens for him eagerly, inviting in his tongue. He tastes so familiar, yet I can’t seem to take my fill. There’s alwaysmore.I think I might always need more.
“Be selfish,” I whisper between these desperate kisses. “Be selfish about me.”
“Nothing else?”
“No,” I grind down on his lap with cruel intention. “I want all your attention to myself.”
He hisses against me as I roll my hips to knock against his growing hardness. A smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth as I watch his pupils blow out.
“Now, who’s selfish?”
I capture his lips again, this time with teeth and torment. “I won’t settle for anything else.”
Dante’s hands wrap around my back, tugging at the bottom of my shirt as he groans into my mouth. I break the kiss only to let him remove it entirely, reveling in the way his fingers greedily grab at my exposed skin.
“You certainly have my attention now, princess.”
A part of me wants to move gently, to savor every moment of this, to slowly give in to the lust that has been steadily building within me.
But another, far louder part wants him to claim me, to show me just how much I hold his attention, toruinme for anyone else.
“Good, because I want you to fuck me until Iscream,”I breathe as I claw at his shirt desperately.
“There are other people staying here?—”
“I don’t fucking care.”
The next kiss is devastating. It’s everything. It’s all the weeks we spent apart, it’s all the narrowly avoided disasters, it’s all the wanting, craving, yearning.
It’s making up for everything lost in the fire with something carnally primal.
Little fires light across my skin everywhere his fingers linger long enough to bruise. It’s not enough. I want him to tear open my skin, make a home there, be a part of me in a way no one else can.
He matches my moans and the slickness of his tongue trails from my mouth across my jaw, down my neck, along my collarbone, igniting my scalding desire to near-unbearable heights.
