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wing at the walls of my chest, desperate to break free. Each frantic beat echoed inside me, thunderous and wil

ht not to lose myself completely in the gravity of him. There was something in the air between us-thick, electric, alm

the sofa like a worshipper at an altar. His fingers, long and sure, reached for my

s fingertips skimmed along the curve of my ankles, then slowly up the line of my calves, tracing heat into my skin and sending delicious tremors dancing up

knew exactly what he was doing. There was experience in every move, a grounded, confident rhythm that screamed he'd be

ging into the flesh like he needed the contact as much as I did. My brea

ck with want as he eased my dress up my thighs, revealing soft ski

d barely felt like mine. I was trem

warm breath fanning out in slow, maddening waves. He kissed the inside of my leg-slow, savoring ever

nto something bold and wicke

r in his eyes, saw how my challenge lit a fire in him. His jaw tensed. He raised an eyebrow

oice low and rough, staring straight into me. And for a split second, the we

enough? What if I

was the only thing that mattered-made those doub

lculated, and I adored him for it. Dante was the kind of man who didn't rush pleasure-he crafted it. His mouth hovered above

everent, as he pushed the damp lace aside and exposed the slick hea

ants. He was holding back, barely-but holding. And I could feel the tension i

unsure why shame suddenly

kiss me, fierce and full of longing. His mouth claimed mine

y shoulder, a shiver of anticipation rippled

ng the fabric down with shaking hands, e

he chuckled darkly. I laughed lightly, letting th

ue slid against mine, hot and slow, making me whimper into his mouth. I presse

I gasped against his lips, and he la

fore, without the faintest clue of where the night would lead. Now, with D

ed his fingers around my panties and pulled them off with a roughness that bordered on

ontrol and slow-burning heat, finall

I was about to los