The house is quiet when we return.
"Are you hungry?" Dante asks.
I shake my head. Food is the last thing on my mind right now.
"I want..." My voice comes out breathless. "I want you to touch me. To f-fu…” Oh, god, I can’t even sayfuckaloud.“Uh…I want to have sex.”
His jaw tightens. "Baby, you don't have to?—"
"You said I’d have to tell you clearly that it’s what I want.” I step closer, my hands finding his chest. “It’s what I want. I want you to take my virginity.”
"Fuck." The word comes out in a groan. He rolls his head back and closes his eyes for a moment.
“Are you sure?" he asks.
I nod, and suddenly I'm being lifted. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively as he carries me up the stairs, his mouth finding mine in a kiss that's hot and needy and hungry.
He kicks open the door to his bedroom—our bedroom now—and sets me on my feet beside the massive bed.
Dante steps back. His eyes rake over me. "I need you to tell me what you want. Out loud. Every step."
My heart pounds so hard I can feel it in my throat. "What do you want me to say?"
"Tell me what you want." His voice drops lower. "Be specific."
Heat floods my face, my neck, between my thighs. "I want...I want you to undress me."
"Good girl." He moves behind me, his fingers finding the zipper of my dress. "Keep talking."
The zipper slides down with agonizing slowness, and cool air hits my exposed skin.
"I want..." I'm trembling now. "I want to feel your hands on me."
"Where?" The dress pools at my feet, leaving me in nothing but white lace panties and a strapless bra. "Here?" His palms skim up my sides, and I gasp. "Or here?" One hand cups my breast through the lace, his thumb brushing over my nipple until it pebbles.
"Yes," I whimper. "Both. Everywhere."
He turns me to face him, and the look in his eyes steals my breath.
Raw hunger. Barely leashed control. And something—something that looks almost like reverence.
"You're so fucking beautiful." His hands tremble slightly as he reaches for the clasp of my bra. "I've been dying to see these perfect tits."
The bra falls away, and his sharp inhale makes me feel powerful.
"Touch yourself," he commands. "Show me how you want to be touched."
My hands lift to my breasts, cupping them, and his eyes go molten.
"Squeeze your nipples for me, baby. Let me see."
I do, rolling the sensitive peaks between my fingers, and a moan escapes my lips.
"That's it. Does that feel good?"
"Yes." The word comes out breathy, desperate.
"Now tell me what else you want."
