“Do you see it now?” he rasps into my ear, dipping his head to kiss my neck even as his eyes stay locked on mine—those intense eyes crowded with heat.
I shudder when his hands skim up my arms and hook the straps of my top, slowly tugging them down my chest, blushing fiercely when he exposes my breasts to the mirror. But hedoesn't stop there, as he tugs them all the way down along with my leggings until I’m standing naked in front of the mirror.
“Perfect, isn’t it?” he says ruggedly, pressing his lips to my shoulder as his hands move around to cup my breasts, causing a shudder to roll through my body. “Do you see how you could leave a man breathless? How he could shift his entire world so it revolves around you and only you?”
No.
It’s hard to believe myself capable of any of that, especially not to a man like Dante Rossi. “Why me?”
“Because there can never be anyone else, Gia,” he whispers, pushing up against my ass so I can feel the hard press of his erection, hands fondling my breasts. His breath grows labored to match mine. “No one drives me insane the way you do. No one ever has.”
“Never?”
“Never.” He releases me, and I gasp when he drops to his knees behind me. I tighten my grip on the barre when my weak knees threaten to give out. “I never spent my time thinking about another woman the way I do with you. I would kill for you, Gia Marino. I would burn the world for you or die trying, and doesn't that make me fucking insane? Knowing that I mean those words in ways I have never meant anything more in my life.”
Indeed, it is insane but so is everything about us. "I've never felt this way about anyone before, either."
“You’re mine, Gia,” he growls, yanking my thighs open and making me whimper. "Every inch of this body, this pussy… It's fucking mine!"
His eyes meet mine in the mirror, and I shiver when he wets the seam of his lips. I know what he’s waiting for, so I give it to him. I’m helpless to do anything but.
“Yours,” I whisper. “I belong to only you.”
My knees begin to shake when he lowers his head between my legs. The first lick sends me jolting up, but he grabs my hips and holds me in place as he runs his tongue along my slit. My fingers tighten on the barre, and I cry out as his tongue travels hungrily through my folds, the wet, obscene sound of his lips meeting my flesh filling the room.
I feel it in my toes and the tips of my hair, the delicious sensation that spreads. I moan and cry as his nose nuzzles my most intimate part, and his lips stroke my sex. And it's too much. His morning stubble brushing against my inner thighs only works to intensify the sensations.
"Dante," I sob, rolling my hips over his mouth. My back arches when his lips press against my clit, kissing it gently, enough to send a storm of sensations rolling down my back but not enough to send me over the edge. An edge I desperately crave.
Please. Please. Please.
One hand disappears from my hips, and I jolt when I feel the press of his fingers against my opening. He pushes one finger into my pussy and twists it around, brushing over a sensitive spot that makes me cry out and sends stars shooting behind my eyes. My knees buckle as a violent orgasm storms through me, threatening to drown me. But he doesn’t stop as his tongue saws wetly over my swollen bud and his finger slides deeper inside of me.
“Dante,” I sob, my entire body shaking with the threat of another orgasm. “Dante, oh God, it’s too much!”
A wrecked sob breaks free when his mouth closes around my clit, sending another wave of storm, stronger than the first. I scream, my walls clenching hard around the finger thrusting in and out of me. His lips draw at my clit in gentle suction, sending wave after wave of pleasure pulsing through me until it's too much to bear. It leaves me sobbing. He adds another finger and continues to slide them in and out of me, slowly and then fast, stretching me, drawing out my pleasure until I’m wrung dry.
God.
Oh God.
My body is trembling when he pushes back, a wild grin on his lips. I give in to my weak knees, and he catches me when I crumble to the floor, his eyes wild and full of heat. His mouth crashes down on mine, and he gently lowers me down onto my back, settling between my thighs. “You’re perfect,” he rasps, brushing his lips down my throat as one hand moves to jerk down his sweats.
Dante pushes back to look at me as he starts stroking his cock, and I read the intention in his eyes. It’s clear that he intends to jerk off and spill over me, but I don’t want that. Not with him. So I widen my thighs for him, opening myself to his touch.
“I want to feel you inside of me,” I whisper, bringing my weak hands to his shoulders. I note the look of surprise in his eyes. “Do it, Dante. Make me yours.”
“Not here, baby.”
I tighten my grip on him, wrapping my legs around his waist, unwilling to wait any longer. “Here. Now.”
“Gia–”
“Please,” I whimper, meeting his heated gaze. I run a hand over his back, feeling the muscles contract under my fingertips. “I’ve never been more certain of anything my whole life. Please, Dante. Take me. Now.”
There is a pained look in his eyes, and I can tell he doesn't want to take me on the floor of a gym, but there's never been a more perfect time. And I want him. I want to make him as happy as he makes me. To offer him the one thing he’s been patiently waiting for.
“Fuck baby,” he curses out, dropping his forehead against mine. I whimper when I feel the hard press of his cock against my entrance. He’s so big, and a part of me is terrified of how it’ll feel, but I need him—need this. “You’re so perfect, Gia. So fucking perfect. Can you feel how badly I want you?”
