6. Chapter Six Dante
Chapter Six: Dante
J ade was nervous, but I was somehow…even more nervous than she was.
It was surprising, I had taken a lot of women back to my place. Not one of them had ever made me doubt myself the way Dr. Jade Brantley had.
But when we got to my apartment building, she didn’t hesitate.
“Lead the way,” she said.
“The elevator opens to my apartment,” I said, sliding my key into the slot. “Top floor.”
“Fancy,” she replied, her gaze lingering on the sleek, mirrored interior. “I bet you have a doorman.”
I smirked. “I mean, who doesn’t have a doorman?”
She shook her head. “Right. Fucking plebs.”
I laughed. “Hey, that’s not what I meant.”
“Don’t worry, Dante. If I were as rich as you, I would absolutely be a snob.”
I bit my lower lip. “I doubt that.”
We stepped out of the elevator, and the penthouse door whooshed open silently. The noise of the city faded away. There was a different kind of silence here, thick with anticipation, and my skin tingled with it—Jade’s presence charging the air like electricity.
Here, in this silent sanctuary, I wasn’t the mob prince; I was just a man, drunk on the nearness of Jade—her floral perfume, the shallow rhythm of her breathing, the undeniable pull of her being.
“Can I offer you a drink?” I asked, voice low and steady, betraying none of my inner turmoil.
“Sure,” she replied, her tone laced with a curiosity that made my heart hammer against its cage.
I retrieved two crystal glasses and dropped in ice cubes, relishing the sharp clink that sliced through the thickening tension. As the golden whiskey flowed, so did my thoughts—guilt entwined with lust, obligation clashing with yearning. With every sip we took, the line between right and wrong, between duty and desire, blurred into nothingness.
Glasses in hand, I led Jade through the spacious living area. The cityscape sprawled through the expansive windows, a canvas of twinkling lights that promised a night of indulgence. The air was crisp, the kind of autumn night that sent shivers down your spine, and I felt a raw power thrumming through my veins—a power that softened as I looked at her.
Unable to resist any longer, I strode towards the sliding glass doors that led out to the balcony. The cool night air washed over us as I opened them, carrying the distant sounds of the city and the scent of rain on pavement.
We stepped outside, the city lights sparkling like scattered diamonds against the velvet darkness. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the scene.
“Like the view?” I asked, my voice betraying none of the heat coursing through me.
She turned, her gaze traveling from the skyline to settle on me. “Yes,” she said, a hint of playfulness in her tone.
That was all the invitation I needed. I put the drinks down. The air crackled with unspoken tension. I reached out, my thumb brushing lightly across her cheek. A shiver danced down her spine, and I knew I couldn’t wait any longer.
Cupping her face, I drew her closer. Our lips met in a hungry kiss, a clash of wills that ignited a firestorm within me. Her taste was intoxicating, a mix of sweetness and something wild. I deepened the kiss, exploring the depths of her mouth, my hands finding their way down her back I was hard, so fucking hard for her, and it seemed like my body knew before my mind that she was what I wanted.
Her lips parted, welcoming the invasion of my tongue, her moan vibrating against my mouth. The fire between us was instantaneous, consuming. I could handle heat—I had been baptized by the flames of my family’s world—but this was different. This passion held a purity that threatened to undo me.
“Can I take off your dress?” I asked, hands poised at her zipper, ready to unveil the secrets her body held. “I need to see all of you.”
She blinked, surprise flickering across her features before she nodded. “I didn’t expect this,” she admitted, her voice a whisper laced with excitement and something akin to fear—fear of the unknown, of the raw emotion we were about to explore.
“Neither did I,” I confessed, pulling the zipper down slowly, deliberately. I didn’t remove anything, letting it hang off her for now. “But you’re perfect as you are, Jade. I want you—every inch of you.”
“No, you don’t understand,” she said, a blush creeping up her neck. “I’m wearing like…shapewear.”
I laughed, my hands stilling and the sound of my laughter rumbling from deep within in my chest. “I don’t care about that. I want you. Not some illusion of perfection.” I pulled her close, my fingers tracing the curves she had tried to hide beneath the shapewear. The smooth fabric felt cool against my skin. “You are beautiful, Jade,” I whispered in her ear.
She pulled away slightly, her ice-blue eyes searching my face for any sign of insincerity. Finding none, she relaxed into my embrace once again, a soft sigh escaping her lips as I caressed her bare back.
“But I don’t have to take anything off if you don’t want me to.”
“I want you to,” she said softly.
With her permission granted, I peeled the fabric from her shoulders, revealing the warm skin beneath. My fingertips traced the length of her spine, every touch an unspoken promise, a secret shared without words. Jade shivered, but not from the cold; it was from the magnetic pull that drew us closer, binding us together in a way that went beyond physical attraction.
“Are you sure?” I murmured against her ear, as the last barrier to her nakedness fell to the ground.
“Yes, Dante,” she breathed, turning to face me, her eyes alight with a mixture of vulnerability and desire. “I’m sure.”
“Good. Because I want you,” I said. “Right here. On this balcony.”
Her eyes, wide and searching, met mine. “What about your bed? It’s right there, perfectly fine.”
“Fuck the bed,” I growled, the restraint I’d been clinging to disintegrating like smoke. “I can’t resist you, Jade. Can’t fight how crazy you make me feel. How heady and amazing you smell. I’m so hard I’m practically in pain.”
Her blush deepened, coloring her cheeks in the most intoxicating way. She hesitated for a moment, clearly weighing her options, but desire won out.
“Okay,” she whispered.
With swift movements, I closed the distance between us and captured her lips with mine. Our kiss was no gentle inquiry—it was a demand, a clash of wills, a battle we were both desperate to lose. My hands roamed over her body, mapping the terrain I was about to claim. I skimmed my fingers over the smooth curves her shapewear had tried to conceal, memorizing every dip and rise.
A gasp escaped her lips as I reached the hem of her dress, bunching it up around her hips. The moonlight cast long, evocative shadows across her body, highlighting the urgency in her eyes.
“Here,” I murmured against her lips, guiding her back until her legs hit the chaise lounge. The cool metal sent a jolt through her, a counterpoint to the rising heat within. I bunched her dress up around her hips, exposing her legs to the cool night air.
“Right here under the stars,” I finished, my voice hoarse with desire.
With a final, lingering kiss, I broke away, my gaze trailing down her body. The moonlight glinted off the soft sheen of her shapewear, emphasizing the elegant line of her hips and the enticing swell of her curves.
Taking a deep breath, I reached for the clasp at the back, the sound a tiny click in the vast silence of the night. The delicate fabric fell away, revealing the smooth expanse of her skin in the moonlight. Her dress, now just a bunched cloth around her waist, seemed like a distant memory.
But our dance wasn’t over yet. Her shapewear, a high-waisted piece that hugged her curves, remained. It was a thin, translucent material, barely a whisper against her skin, but it still held a hint of secrecy.
A slow smile spread across my face. “Let me,” I murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from her cheek.
“I’m not wearing sexy underwear,” she said.
“Damn. Here I was hoping you weren’t wearing any underwear,” I said.
Her cheeks flushed a beautiful crimson under my gaze. A playful swat landed on my arm, more of a nervous flutter than a real hit. “You’re impossible,” she muttered, but a hint of a smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
The revelation, both unexpected and endearing, only fueled the fire burning within me. “Don’t worry about that, Jade,” I murmured, my voice husky with desire. “You’re beautiful no matter what.”
My fingers, which had hovered near the waistband of her shapewear, resumed their task. The delicate fabric was cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from her body. I traced the scalloped edge with my thumb, sending shivers rippling down her spine.
With a slow, deliberate movement, I slipped my fingers beneath the band. The material yielded easily, whispering against her skin as it descended. Inch by inch, I peeled it down, the moonlight catching on the exposed curves of her body. It was a slow tease, a deliberate revelation that left little to the imagination.
Once the shapewear reached her hips, it tangled with her bunched up dress, the lace trim catching for a moment before giving way. With a final, gentle pull, I removed the shapewear completely. It pooled at her feet, a discarded whisper of a barrier that had once separated us.
She sat on the chaise lounge before me, her dress bunched around her waist and revealing simple black boy shorts. A soft sigh escaped her lips, and for a moment, we simply stared, the air thick with unspoken desire. The cool night air sent a shiver down her spine, and she self-consciously reached for the straps of her dress, pulling them down slightly. The dress bunched loosely around her hips, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her legs and the curve of her lower back. She sat on the chaise lounge before me, her gaze locked on mine, a silent invitation hanging in the air.
“I can smell how wet you are,” I said. “It’s fucking sexy.”
Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of scarlet and her lips parted in surprise. “Dante...” she began, but any protest died on her lips as I lowered myself to my knees before her.
“Dante, we’re,” she swallowed, her eyes wide in the moonlight, “we’re outside.”
I glanced over my shoulder at the ebony sky, dotted with the winking jewels of stars. A smirk played on my lips as I turned back to her.
“Yes,” I replied. “I would eat your pussy anywhere.”
Jade’s breath hitched at my words, her eyes widening further. A soft blush colored her cheeks as she looked at me, a mix of shock and intrigue in her gaze.
“You’re...you’re serious?” she stammered.
“Oh, I’m very serious,” I murmured back.
“But Dante…” She bit down on her lower lip, glancing nervously around the balcony.
“What if someone sees us?”
“No one will see us up here,” I said. “And if they do, so what? They get to see a beautiful woman coming over and over and over again. Sounds terrible for them.”
She giggled nervously at my words, her eyes flashing with anticipation, but also a hint of uncertainty. “You’re ridiculous,” she said, but there was no real conviction in her voice. Instead, it was thick with desire.
“And you’re exquisite,” I countered, my voice dropping lower as I crawled toward her on the chaise. My hands traced up her legs, feeling the tremors running through her. “Now relax and let me show you just how much.”
Without waiting for a response, I wasted no more time. My lips found the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and she gasped. Her hands tangled in my hair, a sigh escaping her lips as I placed tender kisses further up her leg.
Smirking up at her from between her thighs, I could feel the heat emanating from her core and the intoxicating scent of her desire. It was a heady aroma that sent a rush of blood straight to my groin. I barely held back my own groan as I inched closer, nuzzling the soft folds beneath the black boy shorts she wore.
Her fingers found my hair. “Wait, Dante,” she said. “I really didn’t expect this. I didn’t, uh, shave for this or anything.”
I glanced up at her, my smirk never wavering. “Does it look like I care?”
Her cheeks flushed again, but she didn’t protest any further. With a low growl, I nuzzled my face against the damp fabric of her boy shorts. “You smell so fucking good, Jade.”
Jade let out a soft moan at the sound of her name on my lips. Her breath hitched, fingers tightening in my hair as I hooked a finger around the edge of her underwear and slowly slid them down.
She was laid bare before me, exposed under the watchful eyes of the stars. A growl rumbled in my chest at the sight of her spread out on the chaise, panting and blushing under my gaze.
With deliberate slowness, I traced a finger up her inner thigh, drinking in her gasp and the way she shivered under my touch. Her hands found their way back to my hair, gripping it tight as if she was fighting to keep control.
“Stop teasing me,” she muttered, her eyes half-lidded and pleading. A soft whimper escaped her lips and her thighs squeezed together.
I chuckled, my breath fanning over her exposed heat. “But I do so enjoy it,” I replied, sliding my hands to her hips to hold her in place. “Seeing you squirm under my touch.”
She gave a soft gasp as my thumb brushed against her clit, but quickly bit down on her lower lip to stifle any noises. Her entire body shuddered, her grip on my hair tightening.
Leaning down, I pressed a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh, my smirk broadening at the desperate whimper that slipped past her lips. “Tell me what you want, Jade,” I murmured against her skin. “Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
“I want your mouth on me,” she said. “I want your cock inside of me.”
Her answer was breathy and raw, filled with a desire that sent a rush of triumph coursing through my veins.
“Your wish is my command,” I replied, my voice rough with anticipation. I traced a lazy path with my tongue from the inside of her thigh to the place where she wanted me most.
I teased her with slow, deliberate licks, coaxing soft moans from her lips. The taste of her on my tongue was intoxicating, a heady mix of sweetness and heat that only made me want more.
I didn’t realize I could get any harder, but fuck…Hearing her mewl and moan under my touch had every nerve ending in my body on fire, my cock throbbing painfully against my slacks. I was lost in her taste, in the intoxicating scent of her arousal that filled the air. The way she squirmed, writhed, and bucked beneath me only served to add fuel to the raging inferno within me.
I sucked her clit into my mouth and her entire body tensed, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips that seemed to echo through the quiet night. My hands found their way to her hips, holding her down as I continued to explore her with my mouth.
“God, Dante,” she gasped, her hands clawing at the fabric of the chaise beneath her. “Don’t... don’t stop...”
I had no intention of doing so. God, she tasted amazing – sweet and spicy and wholly addictive. I couldn’t get enough of her; I could spend eternity between her thighs and still not have enough.
My tongue flicked over her clit again and again, each swipe earning me a cry of pleasure that only spurred me on further. The raw need in her voice was my undoing - I needed to see her unravel beneath me.
Drawing back slightly, I slid two fingers inside of her and watched in awe as her face contorted in pleasure. Her hands fisted in my hair as she arched her back, a broken moan slipping past her lips.
“More,” she gasped, her words pushing me further.
Flicking my tongue back to where it belonged, I continued to stroke her from the inside, pushing deeper with each thrust. Her walls clenched around me, coating my fingers in her sweet release.
“Fuck, Dante!” she cried out, her voice echoed across the silence of the night. She was losing herself to the pleasure and I was more than happy to guide her there.
Consumed by the desire to hear more of those sinful sounds escaping her mouth, I increased my pace. My tongue circled her swollen nub as my fingers dove in and out of her in a rhythm that would drive any woman wild. Her body began to shake uncontrollably, a sure sign of the impending climax that I was all too eager to deliver.
“Do you like this?” I asked without pausing. “You’re so fucking wet.”
Jade’s response was caught in a gasp as her body tensed up, legs shaking as her climax built higher and higher. “Dante... please,” she stammered out, grasping my hair tight in her fingers.
I smirked against her, flicking my tongue faster over her clit. “Please what, darling?” I asked, my own arousal throbbing painfully at the sight of her writhing in pleasure under me.
“Please... I need...” she moaned, her voice frantic with need.
“Say it,” I growled against her sensitive flesh, my fingers curling inside of her to stroke that one spot that made her see stars.
“I need to come!” Jade cried out, the words barely leaving her lips before she was exploding around me.
“So come,” I said. “Come on my tongue, beautiful.”
Her climax ripped through her like a storm, leaving her shaking and gasping for breath. I didn’t let up, not until she was writhing beneath me, her pleas for mercy turning into senseless mumbles.
Ignoring the ache in my own body, I continued to devour her until her orgasm subsided, leaving her panting and glowing beneath the moonlight. I trailed kisses up her body, tasting her sweat on my lips as I finally claimed her mouth in a searing kiss.
“Can you taste yourself on my mouth?” I asked.
She gave a weak nod, her eyes heavy with satisfaction. But there was something else there too. Something raw and unguarded that made my heart pound in my chest. She was looking at me like no one ever had before.
“Good,” I murmured against her lips, pressing another soft kiss to them before pulling away. “Because you’re delicious.”
I stood up and quickly shed my clothes, every nerve ending aching for some form of contact with her. She watched me, her gaze hot and hungry as it roved over my naked body.
“You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” I asked.
“Yes,” she breathed out, her voice shaky but filled with anticipation. Her eyes stayed glued to my hardened length, a blush creeping up her face that was too enflaming for me to ignore.
Grinning at her reaction, I climbed back onto the chaise, positioning myself between her spread legs. My cock twitched at the sight of her flushed and sated beneath me, her sweet centers still glistening from the attention they just received.
With one hand, I guided my hardness to her entrance, slowly pushing inside. The feel of her warmth enveloping me was ecstasy in its purest form. Her body accommodated me like a glove, tight and wet with longing.
Her hands reached up to grip my biceps as she let out a gasp. What I wanted to do was bury my cock to the hilt and set a punishing pace, but I let her get used to me instead.
After several agonizing moments, her fingers dug into my skin and she let out a breathy sigh. “Dante...” she whispered, her voice shaky.
“Move,” she pleaded, locking her eyes with mine in a silent plea. Raw need sparked in her icy blue depths, and I lost all self-control.
With a groan of pure pleasure, I began to move inside of her, each thrust drawing a moan from both our lips. Her nails dug into my biceps as she held on, her legs wrapping around my waist to bring me deeper into her.
God, she felt incredible. Tight and wet and so fucking responsive. She moved with me, meeting each of my thrusts with one of her own. The sight of her beneath me, flushed with pleasure and writhing in ecstasy was enough to have me teetering on the edge of release.
“Faster,” she gasped out, her hips grinding up to meet mine. Her words stoked the fire inside me, and I quickened my pace, pushing into her with a fierceness that had us both gasping.
Her chest heaved against mine as she clung onto me, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the air.
“You’re so tight, Jade,” I growled in her ear. My fingers dug into her hips, guiding her movements as I pounded into her relentlessly. The sight of her coming undone was intoxicating; I wanted to capture this moment forever. “Are you going to come for me, bella?”
My thumb found her clit, rubbing it in circles that had her crying out. “I... I can’t...” she sobbed, her body convulsing beneath mine.
“Yes, you can,” I gritted out, thrusting harder into her. “Come for me, darling.”
My words seemed to snap something inside of her and with a loud cry, she came apart beneath me. Her walls clenching around my cock sent me into my own climax, my seed spilling into her as we rode out our orgasms together.
The balcony was filled with the sound of our heavy breathing and the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. Jade’s arms went around my neck as I collapsed onto her, spent and satisfied.
I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of sweat and desire that clung to her skin.
I felt her fingers trace patterns along my back, a feather-light touch that sent shivers down my spine even in my spent state. “Dante,” she whispered, her voice as soft as the midnight breeze caressing our bodies.
I lifted myself up to look at her, propping myself on one elbow. Her ice-blue eyes were soft. “Now what?” she asked.
“Well, now,” I said. “I can go get you that drink. And maybe after that, we could use the bed.”