Chapter 93: The Woman I was Falling For.
Dante’s POV
I climbed onto the bed slowly, my eyes locked on hers. The mattress dipped beneath my weight as I hovered over her, close enough to feel her breath against my skin. Her body trembled beneath me, her bare skin flushed, glowing softly in the dim light.
Her breasts rose and fell with every uneven breath, her nipples hard and aching for my touch. The curve of her hips shifted restlessly, a silent plea for what she already knew was coming.
“I’m going to taste you until you’re screaming and begging, until the only thing left in your head is who you belong to. And when you think you’ve got nothing left, I’ll make you come again.”
Her breath hitched, lips parting as she whispered my name. “Dante…”
I reached down, fingers tracing along her inner thigh, inching closer but deliberately avoiding the place she needed me most.
She whimpered, hips lifting off the bed in a desperate attempt to meet my touch.
“And when you touch yourself without permission,” I continued, finally sliding one finger through her wetness, “you’re stealing from me.”
“I’m sorry,” she gasped, her voice trembling as my finger circled her clit in slow, teasing strokes that made her body shudder.
“Are you?” I pulled my hand away completely, watching her eyes widen in frustration. She let out a broken sound, half plea, half protest.
“Because I don’t think you are,” I continued, my tone darker now. “I think you wanted to see what I’d do. Wanted to push me.”
“No, I…”
“Don’t lie to me, Gianna.” I caught her chin in my hand, my grip firm as I forced her to look at me. Her breath hitched. “You wanted this. Wanted my attention. Wanted me to come in here and punish you for being a bad girl.”
The way her pupils darkened told me everything.
“Well, you’ve got my attention now.”
I released her chin and slid lower on the bed, my eyes never leaving hers. My hands closed around her ankles, firm but controlled, and I lifted them, placing each one over my shoulders. The movement made her gasp, her body arching instinctively. I tightened my grip, dragging her hips forward until her heat brushed against my lips, the faint tremor that ran through her body betraying how badly, she needed me.
The position opened her completely to me, exposing every wet, swollen inch of her pussy. I drank in the sweet sight as her fingers clutched the sheets like she was holding on for control she no longer had.
“Is that what you want, Gianna?” My voice dropped to a low rasp. “Do you want my hands on you? My mouth on you?”
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Without waiting for an answer, I let my finger stroke her entrance, a teasing touch that gathered her wetness, circling the sensitive opening without pushing inside.
“Yes!” The word tore out of her as she shut her eyes. “Yes, please, Dante, I need…”
“Watch me,” I commanded, my tone rough with hunger. I knelt between her thighs, positioning myself so I could look up at her from the perfect angle. “Keep your eyes on me while I devour this sweet pussy. I want you to see who’s making you feel this good. Who you belong to.”
My hands spread her open, and my tongue swiped across her slowly, starting at her entrance where I could taste the evidence of her arousal pooling there, then dragging upward with firm, deliberate pressure. I let my tongue flatten against her, taking in as much of her as possible, savoring every inch until I reached her swollen clit and she let out a helpless cry.
“Oh God, Dante!”
“Not God, baby. Just me.” I circled her clit with my tongue, then sucked it gently into my mouth.
Her hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more, and I had to press one hand against her lower stomach to hold her in place.
“Stay still. I want to eat you properly,” I ordered. “Take what I give you, nothing more, nothing less.”
I slid my tongue down again, tracing every fold, learning every sensitive spot. When I reached her entrance again, I thrust my tongue inside her, and the sound she made was pure, raw, erotic, enough to send a surge of heat straight to my aching cock.
“Yes! Oh… yes!”
I fucked her with my tongue, slow and deep, savoring every tremor that rippled through her. My cock was hard and aching, pressing painfully against my pants, desperate to be inside her. I could already imagine it, how tight she’d feel, how she’d cry out my name when I finally filled her, how her body would shudder beneath mine as I took her again and again.
Soon, so fucking soon.
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I pulled back and looked up at her. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling in quick, uneven breaths.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” I told her, my voice rough with want. “Spread out for me, desperate for my touch. This is how you should always be, open, wanting, mine.”
“I am,” she gasped, parting her legs even wider, letting me see everything. My gaze roamed over her glistening skin, the slick wetness coating her entrance, the swollen nub of her clit begging for more. She was drenched, trembling, perfect.
“I’m yours, Dante.”
Those words… fuck, those words did something to me.
I slid two fingers inside her while my mouth returned to her clit, sucking hard.
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“Oh fuck!” Her hands flew to my hair, gripping tight, and I didn’t stop her this time.
I curved my fingers, searching for that spot deep inside her, and when I found it, I stroked it again and again, relentless, while my tongue worked her clit with hungry precision.
“Dante… oh… Dante, please… I can’t… it’s too much…”
“You can take it,” I growled against her. “You will take it. Come for me, Gianna. Let me feel this tight pussy squeeze my fingers. Show me who you belong to.”
I quickened the pace, my fingers thrusting deeper, harder, my tongue flicking rapidly over her swollen clit.
Her moans filled the room, wild and raw, echoing off the walls. “Dante… Dante… oh God, Dante!”
Hearing my name like that, breathy and desperate, made the beast inside me snarl with satisfaction, raw and possessive.
“That’s it, baby. Say my name. Until it’s all you know…”
“Dante!”
She was close. I could feel it in the way her body tightened around my fingers, the way her thighs trembled against my shoulders.
“Come. Now.”
She shattered.
Her orgasm hit hard, her back arching off the bed as she screamed my name. Not a moan, not a whimper, but a full–throated cry that filled the room and tore straight through me.
“DANTE!”
Her body convulsed, clenching around my fingers as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her. I didn’t stop. I kept moving, drawing out every tremor, until she was shaking and gasping, her voice breaking with each plea.
“Please… please… I can’t. It’s.. too much…”
“One more,” I growled. “Give me one more, Gianna. Show me how good I make you feel.”
“I can’t… Dante, I can’t…”
“Baby, you just did.” I pushed a third finger inside her, stretching her, my tongue circling her oversensitive clit. “You will. For me.”
Her breath hitched, then broke into a cry as her body tensed again, and within seconds she came, harder this time. Her whole body seized, trembling violently as another orgasm tore through her. Tears slipped down her flushed cheeks, her voice raw as she sobbed my name.
“Dante… oh God… Dante…”
Only when she went completely limp beneath me, trembling and spent, did I finally pull back.
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I looked up at her, flushed, trembling, tears glistening on her cheeks, her eyes glazed with satisfaction and exhaustion. She was beautiful. Absolutely devastating.
And completely, utterly mine.
“Whose body is this?” I asked, my voice rough.
“Yours,” she whispered, barely conscious, her voice small and breathless.
“And who do you need?”
“You. Only you, Dante.”
“That’s right, baby. Only me.”
I stood slowly, adjusting myself, trying to calm the raging need still burning through me. My cock ached painfully, demanding relief, demanding to be inside her.
I pictured it, her legs spread wider, my hands gripping her hips as I pushed into her, inch by inch, until I was buried deep inside that tight, wet heat. I could almost hear the sounds she’d make, those breathless cries, the way her body would arch to meet mine, how she’d scream my name as I drove her over the edge again and again.
Soon. So fucking soon. I counted every second until she would be mine completely, sealed, bound to me in every way that mattered.
As I watched, her eyes fluttered closed, her body finally surrendering to exhaustion. Within moments, her breathing steadied into the soft, even rhythm of sleep.
I should leave. Go back to my study. Keep my distance. Remember why I’d brought her here in the first place.
But I couldn’t.
Instead, I moved to lie beside her, careful not to wake her. I pulled her against me, her back fitting perfectly against my chest, my arm wrapping possessively around her waist.
She stirred slightly, pressing back into me, seeking my warmth even in sleep.
This time, she’d screamed my name with no restraint, no pain or fear behind it, only desire. She’d wanted this. Wanted me. Given herself to me completely.
And fuck if that didn’t change everything.
I reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. Even in sleep, she was breathtaking. Peaceful now, her features soft, all the tension gone.
She needed this rest after everything I’d put her body through.
Gianna Giovanni. Somehow, impossibly, she’d become everything I shouldn’t want but couldn’t resist.
The daughter of my enemy. The key to my revenge,
And the woman I was falling for.
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.
