Chapter Six

Dante

I sit on the edge of the bed, the weight of everything pressing down on me. Emily is in the next room, probably getting ready for bed or reading some book she found on the shelf. She always seems so calm; I don’t know how she does it. I, on the other hand, am losing my damn mind. Every day that passes, every time I see her, it gets harder and harder to keep my distance.

Here I am, sitting in the dark, thinking about her in ways I shouldn’t. The way she looks at me with those wide, innocent eyes… it does something to me. It makes me want to protect her, to keep her safe from everything, including myself. But at the same time, I want her in ways that I can’t control.

There’s a knock on the door, soft and hesitant. My heart skips a beat. I know it’s her.

“Dante?” Her voice is quiet, almost nervous.

I get up and open the door, and there she is, standing in one of my shirts, her hair loose around her shoulders. She looks up at me, and for a moment, I can’t move. Can’t breathe.

“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice rougher than I intended.

She bites her lip, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “I couldn’t sleep,” she admits. “I just... I don’t know, I guess I wanted to see you.”

Her words hit me harder than they should. I step aside, letting her in, and she walks past me, her bare feet padding softly against the hardwood floor.

She turns back to me, her eyes meeting mine. “I feel... safe with you,” she says softly like she’s confessing some deep truth.

That does it. I can’t hold back anymore. In two strides, I’m in front of her, my hands gripping her arms, pulling her close. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t pull away. She never does. She trusts me. And that’s what scares me the most.

I lower my head, my lips hovering over hers. “Emily,” I whisper, my voice strained. “I won’t be able to restrain myself this time.”

Her breath catches, but she doesn’t move. Instead, her hands come up, resting lightly on my chest. “I know,” she whispers back. “I don’t want you to.”

That’s all it takes. My mouth crashes into hers, and suddenly, I’m lost. Lost in her. The kiss is hungry, desperate, like we’ve both been holding back for too long. My hands move to her waist, pulling her closer, and she gasps against my lips, her fingers gripping the front of my shirt.

I pull back just enough to look at her, my forehead resting against hers. “Are you sure?” I ask, my voice barely more than a growl. “I need you to be sure, Emily.”

She nods, her breath coming in short, shaky gasps. “I’m sure,” she whispers, her hands tightening on my shirt.

That’s all the permission I need.

I scoop her up in my arms, carrying her to the bed. I lay her down gently, my hands moving to unbutton the shirt she’s wearing. I have to force myself to go slow, to be gentle. This is her first time, and I’m not going to hurt her.

“Dante...” she whispers, her voice trembling, but there’s no fear in it. Just anticipation.

I kiss her again, softer this time, my hands sliding up her sides, feeling every curve of her body. She arches beneath me, her fingers tangling in my hair, and it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to lose myself completely.

When I finally pull back, her shirt is on the floor, and she’s looking up at me with wide, trusting eyes. My chest tightens at the sight. She’s so fucking beautiful. And she’s giving herself to me. Completely.

I kiss her neck, and her collarbone, moving lower with each kiss. Her breath hitches, and I can feel her heart racing beneath my lips. I take my time, exploring every inch of her, wanting to memorize the way she feels, the way she tastes.

When I finally reach her breasts, she gasps, her back arching off the bed. I take one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, and her hands fly to my shoulders, holding on like she’s afraid she’ll fall apart if she lets go.

“Dante...” she moans, her voice soft and breathless.

“You like that, baby?” I ask.

She nods, and moans again when I move my fingers over her nipple, adding just a bit of pressure. “God,” she breathes out, barely able to get the words out.

I move lower, kissing my way down her stomach, until I’m between her legs. I can feel her trembling beneath me, but she’s not scared. She’s ready. And so am I.

The way she responds to me has my cock harder than hell, had the tip wet with pre-cum, and my balls drawn up tight. Dirty, filthy fucking images slam into my head, a mental image of her beneath me her legs spread, and every part of her ready for me.

She’d be moaning for my cock, pleading for me to fuck her good and hard.

I lower my head, pressing my tongue against her clit, and she gasps, her hips lifting off the bed. I take my time, teasing her, tasting her, until she’s writhing beneath me, her hands gripping the sheets.

“Please...” she moans, her voice desperate. “Please, Dante...”

I rub her clit, and move my fingers down to her entrance, but don’t penetrate her just yet, just tease the opening. “How does that feel?”

“It feels so good,” she says.

I continue to squeeze her breast with my hand, the mound soft and giving.

“Yes, it does,” I say pressing my hips into her a little harder, and she grips my bicep, digging her nails into my flesh.

I don’t stop until she’s falling apart, her body trembling, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. When she finally relaxes, I move up to kiss her again, her taste still on my lips.

An involuntary gasp leaves her when my dick is pressed against her slick folds, the base of my cock rubbing along her clit.

“Fuck,” I groan against her mouth, but then break the kiss and go back to her breasts. “You’re so fucking wet for me, you’re soaking my dick.”

She lifts her hips, grinding her pussy on my cock, nervousness slams into her when I reach between our bodies and place the tip of my rigid cock at her entrance.

“I’m not even in you yet and you already feel so fucking incredible,” I say the muffled, harsh words against her mouth.

I run my lips along hers in a slow, sexual glide.

“Put your legs around my waist.”

She does just that and gasps as we press even closer together, the tip of my dick getting lodged inside of her body.

Holding my gaze with hers, my hands on either side of her head, bracing my big body over hers, I start pushing into her inch after agonizingly slow inch.

The thick head of my shaft stretches her opening, making this wicked shiver travel throughout her entire body.

I work myself in and out, only penetrating her with the tip, easing her into the feel of being stretched by the wide head of my cock, or maybe because I like the idea of prolonging this.

“Relax for me, Principessa.”

She relaxes, not realizing how tense she’d grown. I pull out until my tip is almost out of her, and then in one swift, consuming move, I bury all of myself into her pussy. Searing, white-hot pain and pleasure has her crying out.

“Fuck yeah, baby,” I say, repeating the words over and over, my eyes closed, my jaw locked tight. Her inner muscles clench around me of their own accord, causing deep, whisper-like moans and curses to come from me.

I can see that intense stretching soon fades as the pleasure takes its place. She strokes her hands down my back, feeling my muscles clench and tense beneath her fingertips.

Never taking my eyes off of her pussy, I start moving in and out of her, slow at first but gradually picking up speed. The sounds that come from me are animal-like, but luckily, she is not exactly being quiet either.

The pleasure turns to something darker, more carnal, and before I know it she lifts her hips to meet my thrusts, needing me as deep as I can go, wanting her pussy filled all the way. I let my gaze travel down to her tits and feel my arousal grow tenfold at the way they bounce with each thrust,

“Dante,” she says my name on a moan and tilts her head backwards.

“You feel so fucking good. You’re so tight and wet.” I say as I slam into her hard, and her eyes roll back as ecstasy claims her.

“Dante!” she manages to call out again.

“Say my name again,” I grunt out.

“Dante, God, Dante.”

Over and over I work my cock into her, hitting a sensitive spot inside of her repeatedly, feeling my thick heat move through her. And then I slam into her so hard she moves up an inch on the bed. The climax that claims her is swift, body-numbing.

I’m so close now; I continue pushing into her at a slower, calmer pace as she rides out her climax.

“Fuck, Princess, I can’t hold it in much longer” She wraps her legs tighter around my waist and I explode before collapsing on top of her.

For a long time, we lie there in silence, her body curled against mine, her breathing slowly evening out. I should feel satisfied, but I don’t. Because this isn’t just about sex. Not anymore. I care about her. More than I should. More than I can afford to.

And that terrifies me.

I don’t know how I’m going to keep her in my life without putting her in danger. My world is dark and dangerous, and there’s no place for someone like her in it. But the thought of letting her go... I can’t do it. I won’t.

As I lie there, holding her close, I realize something that scares the hell out of me.

I’m falling for her. And I don’t know how to stop.