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“Fuck, Dante, I’m going to come. God, please,” I say, the words falling from my lips, but he knows.
He knows what I need.
He always seems to.
His teeth gently graze my clit as he sucks harder, a third finger joining, and I grasp his hair, riding his face as I come, moaning his name.
Slowly, I come down from the high, my body grinding on his mouth slower, his tongue continuing to leisurely lick at me. Then, he slowly, torturously takes his hand from me, moving it to my leg on his shoulder and placing it back on the floor. I stand there, leaning against the wall, trying to catch my breath as he moves, grabbing my shorts and easing them up my legs with little to no help from me.
When he’s done, he stands, pulling me into him, and kisses me gently.
I taste myself on his lips.
I also feel his hard cock against me.
“What about you?” I ask.
“Later.” There's a smile on his lips. “That was for you. To prove my devotion,” he says, and I can’t help but give him my own lazy smile. He presses his forehead to mine, his lips gently touching my own again.
“Trust me,” he says, the words a whisper. “Please, Delilah. That’s all I ask. Put trust me in that we’re going to do this together.”
And despite common sense telling me to run, I nod. He smiles and presses his lips to mine, and that smile is the sweetest one I’ve seen in my life.
“What now?” I ask, confused about how we move forward.
So fucking confused.
It feels like everything I thought I knew has been turned upside down.
“Now you head home, and in an hour or two, I’ll meet you at your place and fuck you until you fall asleep,” he says.
“Dante—"
“For now, we continue as normal, Delilah. But with nothing between us. No more lies. You know who I am, and I know who you are. Now, we work together toward the same mission,” he says, and it sounds lovely.
It sounds like the perfect situation.
Except, he’s wrong.
He doesn’t know who I am, not really.
And I don’t plan on telling him, whether that makes me a shitty person or not.
Thirty-One
-Dante-
The next morning, I wake in Lilah’s bed before she does, dreading how I won’t see those eyes sleepy and dazed.
I want that.
I want that as badly as I know she does. To wake up with her, to kiss her lips until she’s cognizant of the morning. To roll out of bed and tell her to stay, make her a coffee, and watch her drink it while I lie next to her. To fuck her before she even gets out of bed.
But I don’t dare tempt myself, tempt fate. Truly, coming here at all is a terrible risk I should never have taken, but that first morning she snuck out of my bed, I knew I needed more.
I tracked her down at the grocery store and spent the night with her at her place.
I told myself that would be it.
