Page 11 of Dante

My hand continues its slow journey upward, teasing circles on Gina’s trembling thigh, getting closer but never quite reaching the sensitive spot she desires.

Her father, I remember, had been especially eager for me to sign the wedding contract.

Could it be because he was selling damaged goods?

My cock throbs with urgent need as I position myself between her soft thighs. The head just barely nudging at her entrance.

I watch Gina’s beautiful face carefully, looking for any sign that she’s done this before. That she knows what’s coming.

Her eyes are wide as they lock with mine. Her lips are parted, while her chest rises and falls rapidly with each breath.

I push forward into her just slightly, feeling her tense beneath me.

When Gina’s body instinctively resists my intrusion, my suspicion is put to rest.

The combination of her sharp intake of breath, the anticipation of pain she tries to hide, and the way her nails dig into my shoulders all confirm she’s a virgin.

Her father wasn’t lying about her purity.

Gina belongs to me alone.

It’s time to claim her.

I catch her delicate face between my hands, forcing her eyes to mine. “You’re mine now. You understand that?”

She nods, a tear slipping down her cheek.

For the first time since entering this room, I let myself feel something besides suspicion.

Heat. Possession. Something dangerously close to satisfaction.

I wipe the tear away with my thumb. “Good girl.”

I lower my mouth to hers, gentler than before. She responds immediately, yielding, opening.

Untouched. Untrained. A blank canvas. I move more deliberately now. No need to rush. No further need to test.

Every sound she makes, every shudder is real. New. Mine to shape. Mine to claim.

The tightness in my chest gives way to something darker, hungrier.

This marriage was a business transaction, a necessary step. Political.

I didn’t expect to want her physically like this.

I rock against her, feeling her tension slide as her body adjusts to mine.

Her hands clutch at my back, her breathing quick and shallow.

“Dante,” she gasps.

My name in her mouth. Another first.

I press deeper, claiming more of her.

Gina’s breath feels hot against my cheek. A choked whine ripples through her as I plunge deeper inside.

I try to restrain my strokes, reminding myself that this is her first time. But Gina’s so wet, so tight.