Chapter 115: Getting To Know Every Inch Of Him
Gianna’s POV
“My turn,” I purred, my voice coming out breathier than I intended.
I pressed my fingers against his shoulders, pushing lightly. He raised an eyebrow but turned, letting me guide him until his back hit the glass wall.
I rose onto my toes. My body pressed lightly to his as I leaned in. My lips brushed his neck. I kissed him there, wet and warm, and felt a subtle tremor run through him. He actually shuddered. The knowledge that I could affect him this way sent heat pooling low in my belly all over again.
“I don’t need to ask your favorite color,” I whispered against his skin, letting my teeth graze the steady beat of his pulse. “It’s black.”
Dante smirked and his hand slid to my hip, gripping with a firm, possessive hold. “You learn fast.”
“I pay attention.”
I kissed along his jaw, tasting the warmth of his skin. My hands explored the solid lines of his chest, feeling the hard beat of his heart under my palms. “What’s your pet peeve?”
“Same as yours,” he replied, his voice rough. “Disloyalty.”
I chuckled. “We do share a few things in common after all.”
He answered with a low, knowing sound. “I told you.”
I hummed teasingly, letting my fingers trail up to his collarbone. I moved slowly, deliberately.
When I dragged my touch down over his chest and brushed over one nipple, his breath hitched. Only for a moment. But I caught it. And I stored that reaction away for later, my smile deepening as I looked up at him.
“When’s your birthday?”
“September third.”
“A Virgo,” I teased as I pulled back to look at him, my hand still gliding over his chest. “That explains the control issues.”
He let out a low laugh that vibrated under my palm. “Maybe.”
His hands came up to my breasts, and his thumbs brushed over my nipples. Sensation shot through me so fast my breath broke.
“Dante…” The sound slipped out of me as he tugged one nipple gently, sending a hot spark straight between my legs.
“Hmm?” He tugged again, firmer, and a helpless moan escaped before I could stop it.
“You’re cheating.” I could barely breathe the words as I tried to keep my hands on him. Every nerve in my body wanted to collapse into his touch.
“Am I?” He gave me that infuriating, sexy look. “Am I?”
“I kept still when you…” My voice cut off when he rolled both nipples between his fingers. My head fell back for a moment. “Remember, it’s my turn.”
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“I can’t help it.” His voice dropped, rough and unapologetic. His eyes dragged over me, lingering on every place my body reacted to him. “Do you even know how you look right now? Touching me while every part of you responds the second I lay a hand on you?”
He pinched again, and my knees nearly buckled.
“I’m glad you’re no longer fighting these feelings. Only I can awaken what lives inside you,” he said, voice thick with hunger.
“You’re so responsive. Your nipples are tight, your pussy is wet, and you’re trying so hard to focus on me when all you want is for me to take you right here.”
“That’s not…” My protest broke apart on my tongue, because it was true. God, it was exactly what I wanted.
“Don’t tempt me,” he murmured.
His hand slid lower, dragging slowly over my stomach, heading straight between my legs. The thick, hard shape of him pressed against my hip as he moved, and heat shot straight through me. I slapped his hand away, forcing myself to breathe, forcing myself to think through the pleasure clouding my mind.
“Or else,” he said in a low warning, eyes locked on mine, “we would put it to the test right here.”
I swallowed, then lifted my chin. “I’m afraid… if you don’t keep your hands still… I would have to…‘
His gaze sharpened. “Have to what?” he challenged.
A slow laugh rumbled from his chest. “Oh, pretty doll… I love your audacity.”
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The way he mocked me and admired me at the same time made heat spread in my cheeks, anger, embarrassment, desire, all mixed together, making me want to prove him wrong.
“You don’t think I can,” I shot back.
His eyes glinted, dark and daring. “I would love to see you try.”
My lips curved. “You’ll see.”
My hands slid down his torso, tracing every hard line of muscle. Goosebumps rose on his skin despite the warm water, and the sight made satisfaction bloom low in my belly.
“Favorite way to relax?” I asked, leaning in.
I pressed wet kisses across his chest, exploring every ridge, every reaction, feeling the way his body subtly tightened under my mouth.
“Sex,” he gritted out, eyes following the path of my hands. Then softer, quieter, “Or a day with my daughter.”
I smiled against his skin. “The first answer… as expected.”
Then I lifted my head, meeting his gaze. “But a day with your daughter… that’s sweet.”
I let my tongue trace the hard line of his pectoral muscle. His breath caught, and I felt his cock twitch against my stomach. Emboldened, I moved to his nipple, flicking it with my tongue the way he’d done to me.
“Bellissima,” he hissed, his hand gripping my breast in a possessive squeeze. So he wanted payback.
I did it again, then gently bit down, and his hand flew to my hair, tightening as a low sound tore from his throat.
“You like that?” I asked, letting my voice sound innocent even though my legs trembled from the pleasure of his
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touch on my breast.
“Keep going and find out.”
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I obeyed, lavishing attention on his chest. Kissing. Licking. Letting my teeth graze him. Enjoying every sound he made, every groan, every shift of his hips, every time his grip tightened in my hair like he could not help himself.
Then I moved lower, placing wet kisses down his abs, feeling them contract under my mouth.
Am I doing this right?
Is this what he likes?
I thought about the videos I’d watched in secret, trying to understand what pleased men. The way those women had touched and kissed and used their mouths. I’d felt embarrassed watching them, but now I was grateful for the education. 1
My lips hovered just above his navel.
“Favorite movie?” I asked, my voice soft, teasing.
“The Godfather. Cliché, I know.” His voice was strained now, watching me move lower.
I smiled. “Very on–brand though.” My fingers traced the V of his hips, and his cock jerked toward me, as if begging for attention. “Do you have any hobbies besides being terrifying?”
He grinned, breath uneven. “I collect watches,” he said. “And I play piano, though I haven’t in years.”
“Piano?” I glanced up at him, my cheek so close to him I could feel the heat of his arousal. “I’d like to hear you play sometime.” 1
“Maybe.” His eyes were heavy–lidded now, watching my every move. “If you keep teasing me like this, I’ll play you an entire fucking concert.”
I kissed lower, feeling every inch of my own body on fire. “What’s something that makes you genuinely happy?”
“Arielle’s laugh,” he answered immediately, though his voice was tight with need. “The real one, not the polite one she uses when she’s mad at me.”
God, this man.
Ruthless. Deadly.
And still, somehow, a father at his core.
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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.
