He presses another kiss on my forehead. “Step by step. I’ve got you, Star, but don’t think you can’t back out.”
“I’m yours... I’m not backing out.”
He smiles a smile I might be head over heels in love with already. He kisses me, his lips demanding, restless, his hands frantic, possessive. My mind is consumed by a mixture of anticipation and dread while my body reacts to his impatient touch. Warm water trickles down our naked bodies. I’m thirsty for more, arching my spine to cling closer to him, desperate to reduce the distance between our bodies to nothing as pleasant chills make my head spin. I weave my fingers in his hair, move lower to touch his back, then up again to cup his face. I try to touch him everywhere, all at once. A soft moan leaves my lips when he bites on my earlobe.
Dante turns the water off, carrying me out of the bathroom to throw me on the bed. I expected something different than what comes next. He doesn’t take my panties off that very moment. No, he works me up with his lips, getting me ready, all hot and bothered to the point where I’m sure he won’t need to slip inside me to make me come. He pulls a foil packet out of the nightstand drawer. The sound of it being ripped by his teeth makes me tense just a touch. Enough for him to notice.
“Relax,” he says in my ear. “I’m not going in until I have you breathless.”
I’m already breathless, already aching, but Dante wants more. His hand slips lower, his fingers pressing against me, moving in small circles. My eyes fly open, and my cheeks reach the same temperature as the fire building up inside me.
“Don’t go shy on me now. It doesn’t suit you. You’re beautiful, and you’remine. I’ll make damn sure you enjoy this. Focus on how you feel.”
I close my eyes again, my hands on the sheets, then on his back, the pleasure multiplying. I claw at his shoulders, looking for an outlet for the pent-up tension.
He bites on my earlobe, his fingers moving faster, and I let out a quiet moan, the sensation becoming too much to handle. He smiles against my lips at the sound, then moves his mouth to my breast. That’s all it takes. I stop breathing, clutching his hair while another moan, much louder, escapes me as the orgasm hits me hard.
“Good girl, that’s it... don’t hold back.”
I’m only partially aware that he’s removed his pants and of what’s happening until I feel him spread my legs with his knee.
“Easy, baby,” he says, grazing his nose up my cheek, and I feel him press against my entrance. “Eyes on me.” as soon as I meet his gaze, he thrusts his hips forward, taking my virginity in one swift movement.
I gasp, holding my breath and claw at his back. My eyes shut tight while I wait for the pain to subside.
“Layla, look at me.” The concern in his voice is like a living entity. It takes a few very long seconds before I let all the air out of my lungs, opening my eyes. “Tell me you’re okay.”
“I’m okay, just—” I bite my lip, entwining my fingers together at the nape of his neck.
“No rushing,” he assures, pulling out slowly, his lips on my forehead. “God, you feel so fucking good, baby.”
So does he. I feel every inch of him, sliding in and out in a cautious, calm rhythm as he allows me time to adjust. I lift my head off the pillow to close his lips with a kiss, my hands on his face. He holds me by the waist, the other arm bent at the elbow for support.
The rhythm of his moves turns eager quickly. Pain disappears, morphing into pleasure. Dante fuels the fire, worshiping me with every kiss and thrust. Never, not in my wildest dreams, did I think sex could be so amazing. All the feelings I tried to keep buried are amplified now that I gave him my all.
I shouldn’t... I’ll cry in the end, but I can’t help it. “I love you,” I say into his mouth and feel him shudder.
He knows. He felt it long before I understood it, but I want him to hear it. His hot lips press against my cool forehead. It’s a small gesture, but those simple things put my mind at ease. He loves me but saying it out loud isn’t something I expect to hear soon. I don’t mind. I can wait.
Dante pulls out for a second, driving back into me harder, turning my world upside down. I rediscover his lips as I scratch his back, pulling him closer, as close as possible, when the pleasure floods me again.
“Can you... can I—”
“Yes. You can come again. And you will.”
It takes a bit of effort on his part. His pace quickens bit by bit, his body on fire against mine. My moans ricochet off the walls, growing louder. Dante’s just as breathless as I am and his hold on me tightens with a low growl that comes from deep within his chest. that sound is enough to send me hurtling toward another orgasm. He moves his hips faster before he stills for a few torturous seconds while my legs shake as the orgasm sifts through me like a prolonged roar of thunder.
“All that time...” Dante rises on his elbows. “You’ve no idea how many cold showers I’ve had since we met.”
I’m too exhausted to laugh. “It was worth the wait.”
“That it was. I’m not letting you out of here for a week, and it’ll be a very demanding week.”
“We have to eat.”
“No, we don’t.” He climbs out of bed. “But we need to get you on the pill.” He disappears into the bathroom and comes back out a minute later with a warm washcloth. “You’re staying in until Monday.” He presses the warm cloth between my legs. “You’ll be sore, baby.” He lays beside me, pulling me to his side, one hand still between my legs.
I glance at the clock on the nightstand. “I can stay in bed for ten more minutes, but then I need to get ready.”