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Chapter 71: Touch Where It Aches The Most
Gianna’s POV
Dante’s hand slid lower, tracing down my spine until it lingered over the curve of my ass. The warmth of his palm sent a tremor through me, every nerve tightening in anticipation.
“You need more…….. lessons, tesoro?”
“No…”
“Don’t lie to me,” he growled, pressing me harder against him. His hands cupped my ass, kneading, his touch rough and claiming, sending a shiver that rippled all the way to my core.
“I’d hate to spank this sore skin again,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear, “unless you want it.”
“Please…”
I didn’t know if I was begging him for mercy or for more. All I knew was that I was utterly lost in him. My body leaned into his chest, every defiant bone melting, every shred of resistance dying under the heat of his presence.
His scent, musky, intoxicating, dangerous, wrapped around me. His muscular body pressed into mine, sending sparks of desire firing along every nerve.
“Tell me the truth,” he said softly, each word sinking under my skin. “Where does it ache?”
My lips parted, trembling, as my hand hesitated before I pointed between my legs.
He tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. “I want to see you touch yourself,” he said, his voice low and commanding.
Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I shook my head, breath catching. “I… I didn’t… I haven’t…”
His lips curved into a dark grin. “Then your first time,” he murmured, eyes locked on mine, “will be with me watching.”
A rush of need surged through me, wild and unstoppable, leaving my body trembling with anticipation.
My legs trembled as I moved toward the bed, every step weighted with desire. I sank onto the soft sheets and obeyed, spreading myself as he’d instructed.
His lustful eyes locked on my core, and I was certain he could see just how wet I was for him. I caught the subtle shift of his hips in his seat, and my mind raced…….. was he already hard for me? The thought sent more heat pooling low in my stomach, making my entrance even slicker, throbbing with need, aching for him.
“Now…….. touch where it aches the most.”
My hands wasted no time, sliding down to my center.
My fingers found my clit, and a jolt of heat shot through me I stroked slowly, deliberately, letting the sensations build…….. Each caress had me gasping for air.
My eyes fluttered shut as I tilted my head back into the pillow, surrendering to the delicious pleasure coursing through me.
Then his voice cut through the erotic haze. “Look at me.”
I obeyed, lifting my gaze. My eyes met his dark, intense stare, and it sent another wave of heat coursing through
- me.
I continued to stroke, my fingers brushing over my clit, then sliding lower, teasing the slick entrance that
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throbbed for him.
Every movement made my hips arch instinctively, every touch driving the pleasure higher, leaving me dizzy with need as I lost myself in him and the sensation.
My body was on fire, every nerve screaming in protest. I stilled my fingers, panting.
Slowly, he stripped off his shirt, then his pants, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the taut muscles of his abdomen. My gaze roamed over him, every inch of him making my skin tingle, a desperate itch rising inside me.
Standing in nothing but his briefs, his cock already hard and pointing.
My eyes followed him as he slowly stripped off the briefs, revealing a cock alive, thick, and veiny, throbbing with need. Desire surged through me…….. I wanted to touch him, to stroke him, to take him into my mouth, to make him beg for me just like last time.
He approached the bed, his presence overwhelming. “Hold your legs,” he commanded, voice dark and possessive.
I lifted my knees, spreading myself wider, exposing myself entirely to him.
He climbed onto the bed, leaning over me, his hands covering mine. “Don’t fight me……. tesoro. Show me just how much you crave me.”
With a possessive yet gentle grip, he guided my hands back to my clit.
Slowly, we stroked together, at first gentle, teasing, letting the heat build between us. Pleasure shot through me in waves, delicious and consuming, his experienced hands knowing exactly the strokes that made me tremble, the pressure that left me moaning his name.
“D.a.n.t.e.”
I told him, no more shame, no more anger, no more defiance. “I want your fingers inside me…….. like before,” I confessed, voice trembling with need.
He smirked slightly, his fingers gliding down the length of my slit, gathering my wetness, before circling my entrance with slow, teasing movements. My body shivered, every nerve ablaze, drenched and trembling at the heat of his hands.
Then, without warning, he thrust two fingers inside me. I gasped, my back arching instinctively as he rode me in and out, a slow rhythm, stretching me, savoring how my walls gripped him tightly. He dove deeper, every movement prolonging the exquisite pleasure, making it coil deliciously through my body.
My eyes rolled back, lost entirely in the sensations, moans spilling uncontrollably from me. “Oh……. yea……. that……. feel…….. so good……..”
Then he commanded, “Touch yourself……. while I fuck you with my fingers.”
Obediently, my hand drifted to my clit, and the sensations exploded, pleasure spiking into more delicious waves.
Every slide of his fingers inside me, every press and curl, combined with my own teasing strokes, made me shudder uncontrollably.
The slick sound, the sight of him moving inside me, the eric intimacy of our bodies in sync…… it was raw, burning, and it only fueled the fire inside me. The pressure built unbearably, my grip on the sheets tightening as I teetered on the edge.
“Dante…….. I’m…….”
Just as I thought I was about to reach release, he slid his fingers out. I winced, eyes flashing with frustration, but I couldn’t stop. My own fingers moved faster over my clit, chasing the pleasure he had awakened, desperate for
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more.
He watched me with that smug, intoxicating grin, then pressed his fingers against me again, stilling my
movements.
“Enough for today’s lesson,” he murmured, and my body throbbed, aching and unsatisfied, every nerve screaming, craving what only he could give.
Then he asked, low and teasing, “Need what?”
I caught the cocky glint in his eyes, and it stoked back my defiant spirit. He was enjoying watching me break, knowing exactly how far he could push me. I could feel the game he was playing, the control he wielded over me, and part of me ached to surrender, to let go completely…….
But I didn’t want to give him that yet. Not when my escape, my little shred of control, was still within reach. Every nerve in my body burned for him, desperate and wanting, but I resisted, just for now, clinging to that last bit of power I still held.
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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.
