Chapter 5
DANTE
Iwatch the rise and fall of Gina’s chest as she catches her breath. Just ten seconds ago, I left her right at the edge.
And that’s just how I want to enjoy her. Her pussy moist and glistening, yearning for my touch.
Already the musky, sweet scent of her arousal lingers between us.
My cock’s rock hard in anticipation of the moment I will claim her.
The moment she will become mine.
I trail my fingers along her collarbone, circling one nipple. I relish the way she shivers despite the warmth of our bodies.
The way her body betrays her nervousness makes my cock twitch.
Good. I like her this way.
Uncertain, anticipating, wondering what I’ll do next.
Moving on top of her, I let my right palm rest on her delicate shoulder.
I try to take more of my body weight on my left forearm, remembering I’m more than twice her size.
When I pin her wrists above her head, her blond curls fan out like spilled sunshine. Her green eyes watch my every move.
I could devour her whole, but I want to savor this moment. I want to draw out the anticipation for both of us until she’s writhing beneath me in desire.
Sliding my hand up her inner thigh, I feel her smooth skin under my calloused fingertips. She bites her plump bottom lip and arches her back, aroused by the sensation.
Hmm. She’s taking to our love play too eagerly for the sheltered virgin her father promised her to be.
Has she done this before? The thought makes my jaw clench.
“Please,” she whispers, voice breaking. “More!”
I pretend not to hear her. I’m not ready to claim her.
Not until I’m sure.
My father’s gravelly voice cuts through the haze of lust: “Trust nothing you can’t verify.”
Though he did not say that in the context of taking an alleged virgin’s maidenhood, I obey this commandment all the same.
My hand continues its slow journey upward, teasing circles on Gina’s trembling thigh, getting closer but never quite reaching the sensitive spot she desires.
Her father, I remember, had been especially eager for me to sign the wedding contract.
Could it be because he was selling damaged goods?
My cock throbs with urgent need as I position myself between her soft thighs. The head just barely nudging at her entrance.
I watch Gina’s beautiful face carefully, looking for any sign that she’s done this before. That she knows what’s coming.
Her eyes are wide as they lock with mine. Her lips are parted, while her chest rises and falls rapidly with each breath.
I push forward into her just slightly, feeling her tense beneath me.
When Gina’s body instinctively resists my intrusion, my suspicion is put to rest.
The combination of her sharp intake of breath, the anticipation of pain she tries to hide, and the way her nails dig into my shoulders all confirm she’s a virgin.
Her father wasn’t lying about her purity.
Gina belongs to me alone.
It’s time to claim her.
I catch her delicate face between my hands, forcing her eyes to mine. “You’re mine now. You understand that?”
She nods, a tear slipping down her cheek.
For the first time since entering this room, I let myself feel something besides suspicion.
Heat. Possession. Something dangerously close to satisfaction.
I wipe the tear away with my thumb. “Good girl.”
I lower my mouth to hers, gentler than before. She responds immediately, yielding, opening.
Untouched. Untrained. A blank canvas. I move more deliberately now. No need to rush. No further need to test.
Every sound she makes, every shudder is real. New. Mine to shape. Mine to claim.
The tightness in my chest gives way to something darker, hungrier.
This marriage was a business transaction, a necessary step. Political.
I didn’t expect to want her physically like this.
I rock against her, feeling her tension slide as her body adjusts to mine.
Her hands clutch at my back, her breathing quick and shallow.
“Dante,” she gasps.
My name in her mouth. Another first.
I press deeper, claiming more of her.
Gina’s breath feels hot against my cheek. A choked whine ripples through her as I plunge deeper inside.
I try to restrain my strokes, reminding myself that this is her first time. But Gina’s so wet, so tight.
She feels so good when I’m inside her that it’s impossible. When Gina clenches around me, I struggle to slow myself down.
My desire for her is so intense I half-fear I’ll break her in half.
I adopt a new rhythm, pulling out a few inches, then thrusting back in, slow and deliberate.
Gina’s panting now, her fingernails digging into my back. Each time I move, her face tilts up, green eyes expressing an odd mixture of pleasure and pain.
I surprise myself by running my tongue along her jaw, down her neck, tasting her salt.
Like a tiger, I feel the need to mark her in every way. My scent on her skin, my sweat mingled with hers. Fingerprints mapping her from throat to thigh.
My ownership feels primal. Now she’s mine, I think to myself, quickening my pace within her. All mine.
Gina gasps as I thrust in fully, the last barricade giving way. I brace for a scream, some protest. Yet all that comes out is a breathless whimper, a soft mewing like a kitten.
That gives me the all-clear sign to fuck her with real intent. Truly mark her as mine.
“Good girl,” I rasp, my voice ragged.
“Yes, Dante, yes,” she whispers as I explode within her.
Her walls clench around me. A moment later, I feel her pulses as she achieves orgasm too.
Then Gina collapses against me. I cradle her as she falls into a deep, satisfied sleep.