Love was one of the messages. Maybe—the universe is telling me that I need to just give into my heart, and tell my traumatized brain to shut up because, fuck, Iwanthim. The anger I felt earlier eases as I walk towards him, melting away with every step as his eyes never leave mine.
Dante isnotGreg.
He showed up to stop the man who broke into my apartment, risking his life for mine, was proactive in helping me get supplies the next day so I would be safe, and has continuously shown up for me, and has made it very clear he’s interested in me, not just my body.
What the fuck are you waiting for, Luna?
I approach Dante, his eyes searching my face, but in one swift movement, I grab his face, pull him to me, and kiss him. I pull away, and Dante gasps wide-eyed. “Take me home,” I say, catching my bottom lip between my teeth.
Dante’s face lights up, and he hands me my helmet. “Let’s get you home then, angel.” I waste no time putting my helmet on and hop on the back of Dante’s bike. “Are you ready?” Dante asks, his voice coming through the speakers.
“Yes,” I say, and Dante shifts into gear, spinning the bike around and taking off down the road. I slip my hands around his waist, running on this high, and I trail my fingers on the edge of his sweatpants. I hear him groan, and I can’t help but giggle. I snake my hands under his shirt, and he hisses as my cold fingers seek warmth.
“You keep teasing me, angel, and I might drop the bike. You’re making itpainfully hardto concentrate.”
“Sorry, my fingers are cold,” I say, knowing full well it’s a lie. I just don’t want to stop touching him. Dante’s skin is so soft, my fingers glide effortlessly up and down over his abs. I slip my hand up, feeling his chest, and once again, he’s so smooth. It makes me wonder if his cock will feel the same.
“Luna,” Dante groans.
I slip my hands from under his shirt when I see my apartment building come into view. “Thank you, they’re warm enough now.” His breathy laugh sends a wave of pleasure that settles deep in my core.
He pulls into my parking garage, and Dante parks where I usually park. The bike cuts off, and the silence jars me, and I take my hands back off Dante, and nervously slip my helmet off. I dismount, standing to the side, and wait for Dante to get off. He kicks out the kickstand and slips his helmet off. His green eyes pin me where I stand, and he never takes his eyes off me.
“Would you like to come upstairs with me?” I ask, feeling brave.
I’ve never asked a man to my bed before; I’ve never had the opportunity to, stolen from me like many other things in my life—but not tonight, because I’ve decided. IwantDante; whether he sticks around is up to him. I won’t chase him, but I am rather fond of the idea of him chasingme. Literally, put him in a mask and drop us in the middle of the woods, and he’s my wet dream come true.
Dante throws his leg over his bike, still holding my gaze as he closes the short distance between us. He towers over me, tilting my chin up to look at him. He nods, his thumb stroking my jaw with a featherlight touch, like he’s scared I’ll crack if he pushes too hard. I reach up, lacing my fingers with his, leading us through the garage, and press the button to call the elevator once we get into the stairwell.
Dante never takes his eyes off me as we step into the elevator, and the doors close behind us. He lets go of my hand and moves behind me as the elevator starts. I can feel his breath on my neck, and it almost makes my knees weak, but I can’t let him win this game of teasing so quickly. The elevatordings, and I nearly jump out of my skin. Dante’s low chuckle in my ear makes my cheeks heat with embarrassment. I stumble a bit out of the elevator, fumbling around in my purse for my keys, but to my surprise, Dante catches me by my arm, turning me around, and pulls me in for a kiss. He grabs me by my face and backs me into my front door. He nips at my bottom lip, pulling on it, and I fist my hands into his hair, arching against him, needing more of him. I can’t help it, I’ll fold like a damn lawn chair for this man.
Dante releases my face and puts his hand in my purse, rummaging until he pulls out my house key, and turns the lock as we stumble back into my apartment. We both let out a breathy laugh as we try to get our bearings, but our lips never leave each other.
I guide Dante backwards to the couch, pushing him down and climbing onto his lap. He growls as he reaches up, tangling his fingers in my hair, and pulling me down to him as he ravishes my mouth. His tongue dances with mine as I grind myself on his erection. Dante gasps, and his hands fly to my hips, holding me down as he grinds himself back into me. “Fuck, angel. You’re so beautiful.” I sit up, staring at him. Dante licks his bottom lip, and his eyes fill with hunger as I start to pull up on the edge of my crop top. I lift my shirt over my head, exposing my lace bralette underneath. I hear Dante swear under his breath, and I smile at him. His hand moves from my waist and travels up to my midriff; his fingers trail my skin, leaving goosebumps in his path. He trails a finger up my sternum and hooks his finger around the small clasp that meets in the middle. Dante pauses and gives me a pointed glance, his eyes asking permission. I nod, and without a second thought, Dante twists his fingers; the clasp comes undone. I reach up, slipping the straps off my arms and tossing the bra to the floor.
The way Dante is looking at me sends another wave of pleasure that settles deep in my core. He reaches out, his hands slightly trembling as he grabs my breast, pinching my nipple between his thumb and finger. I hiss and roll my hips inresponse, and a low growl comes from Dante, making me buck against him again. “You like that, angel? You like it when you tease me?”
“Yes,” I say, but it comes out breathy.
Dante lets go of my breast, sitting up and wrapping his hands around my ass, standing straight up. I gasp, throwing my arms around his neck and wrapping my legs around his waist. He takes the opportunity, kissing and nipping at my neck as he takes me to my bedroom. I throw my head back and moan as he lays me on the bed, continuing his trail of kisses until he’s at the button of my jeans. Dante pulls away, and I open my eyes, looking down to see him pulling his shirt off.
Thoseangel wings.
I lick my lips, propping up on my elbows to get a better view. Dante’s so chiseled, carved from marble, and painted by the best artists.
He’s a god damn Renaissance painting.
Everywhere my eyes land, I find a new piece of art that effortlessly blends in with the others.
Dante leans forward and hooks his finger around the button of my jeans as he did with my bra, and undoes them, sliding the zipper down, never taking his eyes off mine. He slips my jeans off, and he sinks to his knees. He takes a finger and trails the seam of my panties, and I feel how wet I am as I’m exposed to the coolness of the room. I lift my legs, exposing myself more to him, grab my breasts, and pinch my nipples.
Dante smiles, “Such a good girl, opening up for me. Look at how wet you are for me, “ he says, hooking that damn finger around my panties, and pushing them aside. He groans, biting his bottom lip, “Look at that pretty pussy so wet, and ready for me.” He leans forward, eyes locked on mine, and gives my clit a languid lick. I gasp and reactively pinch my nipples harder. Dante’s eyes darken, and he takes another languid lick before he wraps his mouth over my clit, twisting his tongue back and forth, sucking hard as he does.
“Oh,fuck,” I moan, throwing my head back. Dante is unrelenting; he pulls me to the edge of my bed, and I fall back. I lift my head to watch what he has planned next, but a finger enters my pussy, and I buck against the bed, throwing my head back again, “Dante,” I say breathlessly. He moans in response, slipping his finger in and out of me. He introduces another finger, and I feel my orgasm building. I lift my head, watching him, watch me come undone around his mouth and fingers. Dante smiles against my pussy, tongue still twisting against my clit, and I shatter. I throw my hands above my head to grab onto my sheets because if I don’t, I feel like I’ll float away, or at least my soul will. I cry out and come so hard I’m seeing stars, my body shudders, and I collapse against the bed. “Oh my god,” I hum blissfully.
I hear a thud come from the bottom of the bed, and it brings me back to reality. I lift my head in time to see Dante stepping out of his shoes and pulling his sweatpants down. His cock springs free and stands erect, a bead of precum already leaking from his tip. I trail my eyes from the tip to the base of his cock, taking him in fully, and holy fuck, his cock is thiiiiicccccck. I don’t know if I’ll be able to wrap my hand around it, let alone my mouth. Dante is carrying around a weapon with him at all times; that’s a pussy destroyer if I’ve ever seen one.
I swallow hard, more nervous now that I know what I’m up against.
