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Chapter 148: Promise Me
DANTE’S POV
The temptation was unbearable. I could take her right here, right now, against this wall. I could make her mine in every possible way. My cock was right there, pressed against her entrance, her body wet and willing and begging for it.
But no.
Not like this.
Not against a fucking wall like some quick, desperate fuck.
When I took her virginity, when I made her completely mine, it would be special. It would be something she’d never forget. Her first time would be perfect, in our bed, on our wedding night, when she was officially my wife. I’d take my time, make it good for her, show her what it meant to be loved by me.
I pulled back slightly, repositioning so my cock was no longer threatening to breach her entrance. Instead, I let it slide up, pressing against her clit.
Her eyes searched mine. “Why…?”
“Not tonight,” I said, my voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Not like this.”
“But….”
“The first time I make love to you, you’ll be my wife.” I looked into her eyes, letting her see the promise there. “I’m going to do it right, pretty doll. I’m going to make it perfect for you.”
I began to stroke my cock against her clit, using her arousal as lubrication. The friction was incredible, her wet heat, her soft skin, the little gasps she made with every stroke.
My cock slid easily through her folds, the head bumping against her clit with each thrust.
“Dante,” she moaned, her head falling back against the wall.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, increasing my pace. “Feel how hard I am for you. Feel what you do to me.”
I thrust faster, harder, my cock sliding through her slickness. Every stroke made my balls tighten, made the need to be inside her almost unbearable. But I focused on her pleasure, on the way her body was responding, on the moans falling from her lips.
“I’m… oh God… I’m…” She couldn’t even finish the sentence.
“Cum for me,” I commanded, grinding my cock hard against her clit. “Show me how good I make you feel.”
She shattered. Her whole body convulsed in my arms, her scream echoing off the walls. I felt her arousal gush against my cock, hot and slick, coating me completely.
Her nails dug into my shoulders, her legs tightening around my waist as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.
I kept stroking through her orgasm, prolonging it, watching her face as she came apart. She was fucking beautiful like this, lost in pleasure, completely mine, trusting me with her body and her release.
When the waves finally subsided, I slowly lowered her to the ground. Her legs were completely useless, trembling so badly she couldn’t stand. I held her against me, supporting her weight, watching as she tried to catch her breath.
She looked absolutely perfect. Beads of sweat glistened on her skin, making her glow in the dim light. Her mouth was swollen from my kisses, her lips red and full.
Her chest heaved with each breath, her breasts rising and falling. But it was her eyes that captivated me, dazed, satisfied, and filled with something that looked like love.
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Her gaze trailed down my body, and I followed it to my cock. Still hard. Still throbbing Still aching for release. The head was flushed dark, precum leaking steadily from the tip. My length was coated in her arousal, making it shine.
“Dante…” Her voice was filled with guilt. “You didn’t…” O
She reached for me, but I caught her hand, pulling it away. “Let me help you,” she said.
“I want to touch you.”
Before I could stop her, she closed the gap between us. Her hand touched my chest, sliding down slowly, exploring. When her fingers wrapped around my cock, I nearly lost it right there.
“Gianna… fuck,” I groaned, my eyes closing at the sensation
Her touch was everything. Soft but firm, inexperienced but eager. The fact that it was her hand on me, her fingers stroking my length, made it a thousand times more intense than it should have been.
“I want to make you lose control,” she whispered, her strokes becoming more confident.
That almost did it. The thought of her wanting to break my restraint, wanting to make me fall apart the way I’d made her fall apart…
But grabbed her wrist, stopping her movements. “Gianna, stop.”
“Why?” She looked up at me with those innocent eyes, and it made my cock throb in her grip.
Because if I didn’t stop her now, I’d let her continue. I’d let her drop to her knees and take me in that wet, willing mouth. I’d taught her well. She knew exactly how to use her tongue now, knew how to take me deep, knew how to make me see stars. was a fast learner, and her tongue was divine. She was the best I’d ever had.
But more than her mouth, more than any release she could give me right now, I needed to be inside her. And that couldn’t happen until she was my wife.
“I’m trying to keep my promise, pretty doll,” I drawled, gently removing her hand from my cock. “Don’t make it harder.”
She grumbled, a pout forming on those kiss–swollen lips. “C’mon, let me…”
“Let you what?” I raised an eyebrow.
“I’ll do it just how you taught me,” she said, her eyes dropping back to my erection.
Those words. Fuck. The memories they conjured, her on her knees, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes while she learned how to please me.
The way she’d struggled at first, then gotten better, then become fucking perfect at it. The feel of her tongue swirling around my tip, the way she’d learned to take me deeper each time, the little moans she made when I praised her.
My cock twitched at the thought, another drop of precum leaking out.
I took a deep breath, fighting for control. “Gianna, if you don’t stop right now, I won’t be able to hold back.”
“Then don’t,” she challenged.
“Tomorrow,” I said firmly, stepping back from her, “Tomorrow you’ll be my wife, and then you can do whatever you want to me. You can use that talented mouth, those perfect hands, every inch of your body. But tonight, I wait.”
She crossed her arms, still pouting. “This isn’t fair.”
“Life isn’t fair, pretty doll.” I began pulling on my pants, tucking my still hard cock away. It was painful, uncomfortable, but necessary. “But tomorrow, I promise you, I’ll make it worth the wait.”
I buttoned my pants, adjusted myself, then held out her dress to her. She took it reluctantly, slipping it over her head. I turned
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“Tomorrow,” I repeated, kissing the back of her neck. “You’ll be mine in every way. And I’ll show you just how much I’ve been holding back”
She turned to face me, her eyes still dark with desire. “Promise?”
“I swear it.” I cupped her face, kissing her softly. “Now go take a shower and rest. You’ll need your strength for tomorrow night.
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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.
