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He stiffened beneath me, but his voice remained soft as he whispered, “Like a real date, Noemi? Like a couple?”
“We could—”
“That’s not ever going to happen,bambina. I tried to make this experience everything you ever wanted, every dream you ever had of your first time. Despite the obstacles in our path, I wanted to give you the world in exchange for the gift you gave me.”
He moved us to where we were laying on our sides facing one another.
“That’s why you didn’t share the experience with anyone else. Why you chose me. No one else was worthy. No location, no scenario, could match your dreams. Only I could give you everything you wanted.
“I gave you everything I thought would make this special for you. If you wanted to be wined and dined, I took you to the most elite restaurant money could buy. We danced on the sand with only the moon to light our way. I gave you the sunset in my arms every night as the ocean breeze caressed your naked skin. We laid beneath the stars while the smooth rocking motion of the yacht lulled you to sleep after I fucked you into exhaustion.”
Dante’s voice drifted off and with one shake of his head, became a whisper. “But when this is over,bambina, it’s over. When we go home, it all ends. I’m done.”
I couldn’t believe he was so heartless, that everything we shared, everything we’d done, was just a means to an end. I refused to believe it, but he seemed to. Was I a fool? A dreamer? I didn’t believe for one moment that this was all just some Machiavellian plot to have my virginity then discard me like a used suit. But he believed it, and I didn’t have a way to convince him otherwise. So, I’d bide my time. There was a way to get through to him. I just had to find it. After all, I found a way to get him here. I’d find a way to keep him.
“I understand,” I said, hoping I hid my disappointment.
“No, you don’t,” he whispered harshly as he fisted his hand in my hair and twisted my head. “There’s no fucking way you can understand what you’ve done to me.”
“Then why does it have to end? Why can’t we—”
“Because there’s no place in my world for you, Noemi.”
“Why am I even here then? Why the yacht, the island? Why did you even bother—”
“I told you. I wanted to give you everything—”
“But this wasn’t the everything I wanted. I want you.”
“And fuck, baby girl, you have me. More of me than anyone else has ever had.”
Tears pricked my eyes as I bit back the only argument my heart could put together. I wanted to tell him how I really felt. Not just how much I wanted him, how much I needed him physically. He created a stirring within me that no one else would ever be able to soothe. I wanted to give him everything he’d given me and more. I wanted to give him my heart.
“But that’s not enough.” My voice broke and I lowered my eyes to hide the anguish.
“I don’t have anything else to give,bambina.Trust me. You’re not going to want the man I’m about to become. You definitely won’t want what’s left of me afterward.”
“But I have you now,” I whispered bravely.
I put everything I had into that kiss. I kissed Dante with all the longing that had been bottled up inside me. I kissed him the way he’d shown me to kiss, not with the hesitation of a shy woman, but with the mastery of a lover. With passion, and determination, and pride as I leaned into him, wanting to get as close to him as possible. There were enough things between us - our pasts, his present, my regrets. There was no room for extra space and wasted air. I needed to be so close to him you couldn’t tell where one of us began and the other ended, to become a part of him, just for one more night.
Something about the way he held me, about the way he picked me up like a bride, growled “fuck dinner,” and carried me to my room. Something about the way he laid me gently on the bed and expertly removed what little bit of clothes I wore. Something about the way he kissed every inch of me, from the tip of my toes to the hair on my head. Something about the way he closed his eyes as he sank slowly, inch by slow, delicious inch into me, told me what I was afraid to hear. He made love to me that night—taking me slow and deep, again and again, continuing to give more than he took. I understood it for what it was. His goodbye.
