Chapter 97: Tell me to stop
Dante’s POV
“Relax,” I murmured against her ear, my lips grazing the damp skin there. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Not again, you mean.
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“Not again,” I agreed, though the words came out heavier than I intended.
She shut her eyes, and I could see her beginning to enjoy it, her breathing evening out.
When I brought the cloth around to her front, I paused.
The elegant line of her throat… her breasts rose above the waterline, perfect handfuls topped with dusky pink nipples. They were swollen from last night, marked with my teeth and lips, and yet, God, they were beautiful.
She’s fucking perfect.
As if sensing my gaze, her nipples hardened into tight peaks.
She opened her eyes, meeting mine, and caught me staring. A faint blush spread across her cheeks, and it took every ounce of control not to lean down and take one into my mouth.
A sly smile curved her lips. “So this is the real reason… why you’re doing this,” she taunted, voice low and teasing.
I tilted my head, taken aback, trying to process her words. “What…?” I asked, genuinely confused.
“Just so you could have your way with my body,” she said, attitude dripping from every word.
I paused in disbelief. Was that really all she thought of me? That this was just about her body, about getting off? Did she not see that I was trying, fucking trying, to show her something different?
“Gianna… we both know we’re past the pretense,” I rasped, letting my hands resume their careful work, washing her breasts.
Her breath hitched at the contact, subtle yet betraying her. She wanted to play this game. Fine. I would lead it.
I traced circles around her areola, watching her body react. A small shiver ran through her, her muscles tightening beneath my fingers. She tried to keep her composure, but I could feel how easily I could make her betray herself.
“All I’m doing… is washing you clean,” I murmured, letting my fingers linger.
She looked outraged, her eyes flashing. “No, it’s not!”
I chuckled softly, shaking my head. “Like hell it’s not.”
I traced around her nipples this time with just the edge of the cloth.
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“…and your nipples are already hard.” My eyes locked on hers. “Calling to me. Begging me to take one in my mouth.” My thumb grazed closer. “It’s not my fault your body responds to my slightest touch.”
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“It’s… it’s the air,” she stammered, her voice weak. “The temperature. That’s making them sensitive. Nothing more.”
“The air?” I repeated, chuckling. My thumb grazed her nipple, light, teasing… almost accidental, but fully intentional.
A soft, helpless sound slipped from her lips. She bit her lower lip, trying to hold it back. I couldn’t help the slow, satisfied chuckle that escaped me.
She fights so hard… and loses so easily. Every shiver, every gasp, every subtle arch beneath my hands told me exactly how much she wanted this, wanted me.
And I would savor it.
I slid the washcloth lower, deliberately slow, washing down her abdomen. Her skin was like cream, smooth and perfect. Every dip and curve was designed to drive me insane.
Her stomach was toned but soft. Her hips flared beautifully. The V between her legs was barely visible beneath the water, and heat shot straight to my cock at the thought of what lay there.
I dragged the cloth lower, my voice a dark tease. “So you’re saying…”
I moved to her legs, starting at her knees.
“If I part your legs…”
I washed down one leg slowly, so fucking slowly, feeling the smooth, tender skin beneath the cloth. Her legs were long, perfectly shaped, and I wanted them wrapped around my waist.
I spread them slowly, washing down each thigh with agonizing care. Down to her feet, massaging each one, then back up her calves, her knees, her inner thighs.
So close to where I wanted to touch.
My cock was rock hard now, straining against my zipper, demanding release. But I ignored it, focusing entirely on her. 1
On torturing her the way she was torturing me.
“You’re saying I’m not going to find you dripping wet for me?” I finished, my voice rough with desire.
Her body was trembling now, her breathing ragged.
Then, almost instinctively, her legs pushed against my bare chest, trying to create distance, a small act of defiance.
“Maybe…” she gasped, “…maybe you should focus less on proving something and more on actually washing
me.”
I grabbed her ankle, holding her leg firmly.
She tugged, a small, instinctive jerk away from my hands, yet leaned closer in some subtle, contradictory way. I noticed. Of course I did. She couldn’t decide if she wanted me to stop or continue.
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Perfect.
That’s exactly what I wanted.
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I guided her backward, easing her into the position I wanted. Then, with just enough force, I spread her legs apart. The water rippled softly around us as I allowed myself one moment, just one, to look.
Her slick heat glistened beneath the water, pink, swollen, and utterly irresistible. My cock throbbed painfully at the sight, every muscle in my body tightening with the need to touch, to taste, to make her take back every defiant word she’d thrown at me.
I forced myself to focus on the task, cleaning her, nothing more. Any other action would prove her right. She thought all I wanted was her body, and if I gave in to the hunger tearing through me, I’d only be confirming it.
This had to be about her comfort, not my burning need.
Not the way she made me lose my mind.
I couldn’t help praising her, my voice low, roughened with desire.
“Your skin… soft, flawless,” I murmured, my gaze trailing over her body. “Beautiful, pretty doll. This spot right here is surely a sight,” I taunted, my lips curving faintly.
“Dante…” her voice was breathless, trembling.
“What’s wrong?” I asked with feigned innocence, my thumb tracing the sensitive inside of her ankle. “I thought you said your body wasn’t responding to me?”
“I… u… m…!” her voice cracked on the words.
“Then why are you trembling?” I moved the cloth higher up her inner thigh, achingly slow. “Why is your breathing so fast?” Higher still, so close to where she needed me. “Why are you trying to push me away?”
“Because you’re… you’re being…”
“Thorough?” I offered with a wicked smile, watching her pupils dilate.
“Infuriating!”
“That’s not a no,” I pointed out, my hand barely grazing her outer lips.
She bit her lip again, hard, and I nearly lost every shred of control I had left.
“Tell me to stop,” I challenged, my eyes locked on hers, my voice dropping to gravel. “Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop right now.”
Silence.
Her lips parted. Her chest heaved. But no words came.
“I didn’t think so,” I murmured finally, placing the cloth directly between her legs.
The second I touched her, I felt it. The heat beneath the water, the soft tremor that ran through her body, the way her hips shifted almost unconsciously against my hand.
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She was soaked. And not from the bathwater.
Every muscle in my body screamed at me to drop the cloth, to slide my fingers inside her, and tease her clit.
Instead, I pulled the cloth back, rinsed it slowly in the warm water, wringing out the soap until the bubbles vanished.
I resumed again, my touch gentle, careful, yet deliberate. The cloth moved in slow, patient circles between her slick folds, tracing around her most intimate places with reverence that defied the fire inside me.
“Dante…” she gasped, and this time it was pure need.
I wasn’t sure if it was a plea to continue or to stop, but I simply washed her there as gently as I could, the cloth moving in slow circles over her slick heat, fighting back every primal urge to drop the barrier between us and touch her skin to skin.
She shut her eyes tightly, her head falling back against the tub’s edge, exposing the elegant line of her throat. Her whole body was trembling now, fine, delicate tremors that told me everything her stubborn mouth refused to say.
She wanted this. Wanted me.
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.
