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Dante attacks, eating my pussy like a man starved, and with each noise I make, he’s more determined, morefocused, and more attuned. It’s clear as fucking day this man knows what he’s doing, but what’s unbelievable about this whole thing is that he listens. Each time I squirm, he eases off the pressure. When I moan, he relentlessly focuses on the spot over and over again until I see stars and can’t take anymore. The feeling of emptiness overwhelms me once more, and I want to cry, teetering at the edge of what feels could be the absolute end of me.
Then Dante slips a finger inside me, his mouth moving onto my clit and sucking it hard as his finger rubs against a spot I didn’t know existed.
Fireworks explode around me as I scream his name, my head falling back and cracking against the cold tile. But who cares about a potential brain injury when they’re in the midst of the best orgasm of their life? Not this girl.
I’m still panting, trying to catch my breath, when he unwraps my leg from around his neck and sets it down on the ground before slowly getting back up, trailing kisses up my body as he stands until his forehead is pressed against mine.
Water cascades down his hair and face, joining at his chin and streaming down between us. I focus on the little cuts on his face, on a small scar just beside his nose. Anything but his enticing lips.
“I’ve been fighting this since the day you came back into my life, Alessa.” His lips move, but the words don’t quite register because somehow his face is even closer to mine, our breaths mingling with each other. “I should fight it still.” He lifts his hand, his fingers holding up my chin. “It’s the wise thing to do.”
“Why?”
His eyes close for a few seconds, then open, ensnaring mine in some sort of a spell, rendering me unable to lookaway. “Because every time we do this, I want you to stay. I want to keep you. And I can’t keep you, Alessa.”
“Why?” I probe, needing to hear the truth from his lips.
“My life has never been mine. My path has been written before I was able to walk, my freedom taken from me with my father’s signature.”
“I don’t understand.”
“It’s for the best. As much as I want you. Want this. I can never have you. It would be a dick move to try and take things from you, knowing I can’t give you anything in return.”
“What if I don’t want anything in return? What if I want you to take things? What if I just give them to you?”
Dante sucks in a breath, the fingers around my chin tightening. “I could listen to you scream my name in pleasure infinitely—it’s what I think heaven sounds like.”
My lips lift in a smile. “You’re confusing.”
He smiles back.
“So, you don’t want anything from me.” It’s more of a statement than a question.
His smile drops, his eyes narrowing. “I wanteverythingfrom you, Alessa. That’s the problem. I shouldn’t, but I do. And I’m slowly losing the battle. I know what’s the right thing to do.”
“But?” My breathing speeds up.
“But… Just one taste, baby. Then I’ll stay away.” His mouth is pressed to mine as he whispers the words against my lips.
“Just one,” I confirm. But I already know it’s too late. One taste will never be enough. At least not for me.
He kisses my top lip, then the bottom one, before moving to each corner of my mouth and pressing his lips firmly against mine. I sigh because this feels so right, being this close to him. The lack of clothing or the fact he’s justgone down on me is not even registering with me. He’s a contradiction I can’t get enough of. The hot and the cold. The anger and the blatant care he shows me in all his actions. All his hard ridges and the gentleness with which he holds me. The scruff of his beard against my skin and the soft, velvety feel of his mouth.
My arms wrap around him as he strokes his tongue against the seam of my lips, making them open instantly for him. I can vaguely taste myself as he kisses me, his tongue pressing against mine, gently probing. Taking his lead, I match his moves, then nip at his bottom lip. I have no clue what I’m doing, having never let anyone get this close to me before, but the anguished moan that escapes him, full of longing and desire, tells me I must be doing things right.
Then, as quickly as his lips were on mine, he steps away from me, leaving me cold and lonely without his embrace.
“Thank you,” he says before turning away and walking out of the shower, then out of the bathroom.
“Fuck,” I curse under my nose. Because this was one hell of a kiss. And despite me saying I want nothing in return from him. Despite me pretending I’m okay with him marrying someone he’s been promised to most of his life and being so sure I’ve been in charge of this situation, it is clear I am lying.
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ALESSA
Itake the red bathrobe I bought during the ‘get everything you see in red to annoy Dante Santoro’ shopping spree and wrap it around my wet body, then clean all the blood in the bathroom. It’s stupid, but I hesitate with my hand on the door handle before walking out. I’m not sure if I’m more relieved or disappointed that Dante is not in the room when I walk out. In fact, he’s gone altogether. Again.
I know because I take great care to wipe away the blood trail he left in the house and clean the glass away from where he Hulked through the window to get to me. With a sigh, I go back to his bedroom and curl up on his bed. The guest bedroom I’m supposed to be sleeping in feels just a bit too cold and empty. I’ll sleep in there tomorrow. Tonight, I’ll give myself one last time to soak in the faint scent he left behind.
