Chapter 7
GENESIS
I lay there, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Dante’s touch was gentle, his fingers tracing the outline of my face, my shoulders, my waist. Every brush of his hand sent shivers through me, awakening parts of myself I had long thought were dormant. I was nervous, but the way he looked at me, with such care and intensity, made it impossible to be afraid.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low and soothing.
I nodded, swallowing hard. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice betraying the fluttering in my chest.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine, so tender it was like a feather’s caress. Then, he deepened the kiss, and I felt myself melting into him. His hands moved with purpose, yet they were patient, exploring me as if he had all the time in the world. He was thorough, making sure I felt every touch, every kiss, every moment.
As he entered me, I gasped, my body arching to meet his. He was gentle, so unlike anything I had experienced before. He moved with a rhythm that was both slow and deliberate, building a sensation inside me that was beyond anything I’d ever known. It was as if he was trying to make me understand something, to feel something profound. And I did. I felt every sweep of his hips, every stroke, every kiss, every graze of his gingers, as he took his time, bringing me to the edge and back again, until I couldn’t take it anymore.
A moan escaped my lips as waves of pleasure washed over me, my body trembling in his arms. He held me close, his movements steady, guiding me through the sensations that seemed to overwhelm every part of me. Then he rolled us over, putting me on top. Instead of thinking about the mechanics of what I was doing, I watched his face. His eyes. He watched my breasts as they rocked when I rolled my hips, my lips when I moved up and down his length, and he closed his eyes and grabbed my butt when I let gravity pull me down completely, taking all of him inside. He came inside me grunting my name and gripping my thighs. When I finally collapsed against him, spent and sated, he wrapped his arms around me, holding me as if he would never let go.
We lay there in the quiet aftermath, the sound of our breathing mingling in the stillness of the room. It felt good wrapped in his embrace, the warmth of his body against mine. For the first time in a long time, I felt truly at peace.
A soft vibration broke the silence, and I felt Dante shift beside me. He reached for his phone, glancing at the screen before a small smile tugged at his lips. “It’s Beni,” he said quietly. “He’s locked up and got guards in place.”
“Okay,” I murmured, feeling a sense of relief. At least we wouldn’t be disturbed.
Dante put the phone away, then turned back to me, pulling me closer. “You’re safe,” he whispered, his voice a soothing balm. “I’ve got you.”
I snuggled into his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “Thank you,” I whispered, my eyes drifting shut.
He kissed the top of my head, his arms tightening around me. “You're staying with me tonight. Get some rest,” he murmured. “We’ll figure everything out tomorrow. I'll fight your demons while you dream.”
As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment. Despite everything, being in Dante’s arms felt right, like this was where I was always meant to be.