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I tap his shoulder, and he looks over at me. Dario?I sign.
He sighs deeply again and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me close. I’m surprised when he buries his head into my neck. The warmth of his breath sends tingles over me. “I just want you to be safe. I want my sisters to be safe. Is that too much to ask for?”
I stroke his head, hoping my touch is enough to express how I feel. At a moment like this, I so desperately want to be able to speak verbally. I wish I could tell him no, he’s not in the wrong here, that he only has good intentions.
Since I can’t say that, I just continue to rub his head.
I shudder when I feel Dario press a kiss into my neck. My hand pauses. What is he doing? Dario kisses my skin again and again until he’s peppering kisses up and down my neck. I lean my head back and just feel. I’m tired of keeping him at a distance. If anything good came out of today, it’s that I learned I’m beginning to fall in love with him. It’s crazy it happened this fast, and maybe I’m naïve to have these feelings, but I feel them anyway.
I want to feel Dario pressed against me again. I want to let him touch me between my legs like he did the first day we met. This time, I don’t want to pull away.
I could have died today. Dario could have, too. I don’t want to lose him because I can’t trust what’s growing between us. I need to remember that Dario isn’t my father. He’s not a monster.
He’s my husband, and I want to experience all that life has to offer with him.
I sigh as Dario kisses my neck harder. It’s probably going to leave a mark. I heard about hickeys in the movies, but they never looked pleasant—a welt on the skin. But if this is how they happen, then sign me up because it feels too good to push away.
I grip Dario’s shoulders as he leans me back onto the bed. He kisses up my neck to my cheek, then over to my lips, capturing them in a passionate kiss. The groan that escapes him as he kisses me sets my body on fire. He desires me. I’ve never had anyone so desperate for me before. I’m used to rejection, from my father, from the staff, isolated in my tower. But now, with Dario, he’s showing me he wants to be with me.
And how can I refuse?
I need to show him that I want to experience the act of making love. I might not know exactly every in and out of it, but I know the basics.
I push on Dario’s chest until he pulls back. The look he gives me is his normal one—disappointment but acceptance. That is until I sit up and shrug the straps of my dress off my shoulders. His eyes immediately darken.
Dario watches me silently as I push the top of my dress down to expose my bra. With one last push of confidence, I shimmy the rest of the way out of my dress until I’m in nothing but my bra and underwear.
I sit there, letting Dario look me over. He’s never seen this much of me before. It’s heady under his heated gaze, and I resist the urge to fidget.
Keeping his eyes locked onto mine, he reaches out a hand and brushes it against my stomach. I suck it in on instinct. It tickles.
Dario’s lips curve up as he traces his fingers over my body, moving from my stomach to my chest and to my arms. I breathe deeply as he takes his time, sending goosebumps over me with every brush of his fingers. When his fingers trace over my thighs, I feel like I might combust. I’ve never been so warm.
Once he finishes his innocent exploration, Dario leans back in and kisses me so sweetly that I can almost cry. It doesn’t take long, though, for the kiss to become intoxicating and dark.
I sink into him as he presses me back down on the bed, settling his body on top of mine. The acute awareness that he’s still fully clothed doesn’t escape me, and I tug at his shirt, wanting to feel his skin against mine.
Dario unbuttons his shirt way too slowly for my liking before he takes it off and chucks it to the floor. I run my hands over his chest, feeling the hard ridges of his muscles. He’s so beautiful. He’s so masculine. He’s mine.
I trace my fingers over his chest as he did to me, and Dario shudders. It makes me happy knowing that I have this effect on him.
As my fingers brush the top of his pants, Dario grabs my hands and moves them away.
I pull back.Did I do something wrong?
He shakes his head. “Nothing. I just want to explore your body a bit more.” With those words, he begins to trail his kisses back down my neck and across my chest.
I lay still, unsure of where he’ll go next. Dario wraps his arms around me and unclips my bra, but before he pulls it off, he pauses, giving me a questioning look. This is it. I nod.
Dario removes my bra and looks down at my naked chest, his eyes raking over my breasts. I hope he likes how I look. I’ve never had anyone look at my breasts before.
Before worry overtakes me, Dario bends his head down and captures one of my nipples in his mouth. The sudden sensation practically makes me jump off the bed. As I realize how good it feels, I settle back down.
Dario traces his hand over my other breast, giving them both attention. I sigh and close my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me. A throbbing begins between my legs. It’s almost unbearable with how it feels. I clench my legs together, seeking some kind of release.
Dario releases my breasts and trails his kisses farther down my body until he hovers above my pubic mound. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good, Pia. Trust me.”
I nod, not taking my eyes off him.
