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Chapter 50: Waking Up To Her Touch
Dante’s POV
Her hand was wrapped around me, stroking slowly and clumsily, but sweet enough to make my cock ache. My cock twitched in her grip, swelling harder with every pass of her palm. For a second I thought I was still dreaming, but no…. the touch was too real. Heat. Skin. Her scent.
I cracked my eyes open. Her hair spilled across my arm, her body warm against mine, still lost in sleep, murmuring broken words.
“Fuck me…. Dante….”
A wicked smile curved my lips. Hearing my name tumble out of her mouth like that, sweet and filthy in the same breath, set me on fire. My blood pounded hard and low. I was already hard, but now I was stone, throbbing against the curve of her ass, slick with need.
I leaned over until my mouth brushed her ear, my voice rough with sleep and hunger. “You feel that? That’s what you do to me, Gianna. Keep stroking me like that. Keep wiggling that sexy ass on my cock and I’ll fuck you till the sun goes down.”
She shifted instead of waking, rolling back against me, grinding with a needy little whimper. My cock slid against the curve of her ass, and I bit back a groan that came out half a growl. I wanted to bury myself inside her right then, wake her properly with my cock splitting her open.
“Such a filthy little dreamer,” I whispered, biting her earlobe, my breath hot over her neck. “Begging me even in your sleep. That’s how bad you want me.”
Her body moved again, rubbing against me, the soft heat of her ass rocking into my cock. My fingers gripped her hip without thinking, dragging her back onto me. One more grind and I’d be inside her. I could smell her. Taste her.
Then she finally stirred, lashes fluttering, and jerked away with a startled cry, clutching the sheet to her chest. “ No…. God, no!”
I rolled onto my back, stretching out deliberately, grinning smugly as the sheet slid low so she got an eyeful of just how hard she’d made me. “What’s with the morning drama, tesoro? You were the one stroking my cock like a needy little mistress. Guessing you needed more after yesterday.”
Her eyes flew wide. “I’m sure I wasn’t…. it was you who was taking advantage of a woman in her sleep!” Her gaze shifted down at my cock, then away, ashamed.
That twisted anger burned hot inside me. I sat up, grabbed her chin, forced her to look at me. “Careful with your words, Gianna. I can tolerate your mouth. But accusing me of taking advantage?” My voice dropped, cold. “ When it was you stroking me, begging me to fuck you? That’ll earn you consequences you don’t want to face.”
Her breath hitched, eyes dark and still sleepy. Under the flash of fear was something else…. desire. It was there, shimmering like heat off a volcano. The anger inside me subsided, slipping into a low chuckle.
“You think I grabbed my own cock in my sleep? Cute.” I dragged my thumb across her lower lip and watched her
shiver.
Her lips parted. “I didn’t mean to….”
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I cut her off with a growl, leaning closer until my breath brushed her mouth. “Stop lying to yourself. Your body betrays you every time I touch you. Hell, even when I don’t.” My fingers slid along her jaw, forcing her to hold my stare. “You were grinding back on me, Glanna. Moaning my name. You think I don’t know what that means?”
I tilted my head, my voice dropping darker, “Were you dreaming about me? Is that what you want? My hands on you, my cock against you,”
Her face burned crimson, the heat spreading down her throat. Her legs clasped together on the bed, as if she were fighting to hold back the desire coursing through her.
“No…. I wasn’t. I didn’t have any dream. Never.”
I barked a laugh, dragging my thumb slowly along my cock just to taunt her with the sight. “Really? Then tell me, why are your thighs pressed so tight together? Why do you look like you’re one second away from begging me right now?”
She swallowed hard, shifting under the sheet, her body screaming the truth her lips refused.
I leaned close, my breath hot at her ear. “You want me, tesoro. Even when you hate me, you crave me. You begged me in your sleep, and I’ll make you beg when you’re awake too.”
She jolted back, mortified, trembling as she shook her head. “No…. I don’t…. I didn’t….”
I could have taken her right then, spread her open, shoved every filthy denial down her throat with my cock. My hips almost moved on their own. My grip on her chin tightened, then fell away before I lost control.
I forced myself back, rolling out of bed before I did something I wouldn’t stop.
The sheet slid off me as I stood, naked, cock still hard and angry, pointing at her like an accusation. She pressed herself back into the pillows, clutching the sheet tighter. I smirked down at her, loving the way she looked, flushed, shaken, still breathing fast.
I walked into the closet, pulling on my robe, tying it loose. My cock still jutted against the fabric, hard as hell, straining at the tie. I strolled back into the room, standing over her on the bed now.
“Today’s going to be a long day,” I said, voice low, commanding. “The gathering is happening.”
Her eyes widened, fear flashing there, but she nodded quick. “I’ll be ready. I’ll do what I have to.”
I smirked as I left her sitting there flushed and trembling. “Good girl.”
In the hall, Alfonso greeted me, but I barely acknowledged him, striding into the other room where my clothes waited.
I gripped the edge of the dresser, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My hands were white–knuckled, veins bulging. I needed control. Needed my head clear. The gathering demanded focus. Power. Coordination. But even as I breathed deep, trying to rein myself in, my cock still ached, pressing against the robe like a demand.
Her hand wrapped around me. Her body writhing back into my cock. Her voice whispering my name, begging me to take her. It replayed in my head, raw and vivid, every second stoking the hunger I was trying to choke down.
I closed my eyes and saw her mouth open, her thighs clenching, her denial breaking into moans. She was in my blood. Poison. Fire. No matter how hard I fought it, I was desperate for another taste.
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I leaned closer to the mirror, my breath fogging the glass. “Get your head straight, Dante,” I muttered at my own reflection. “She’s the daughter of your enemy…. a pawn to gain full control. This is about power. Not her.” My fists tightened around the edge of the dresser. “You can’t get distracted.”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
