39. Chapter Forty-Nine Dante
Chapter Forty-Nine: Dante
T he desperation in our kiss told a story older than time, one of raw need clashing with the forbidden. "Shower with me?" I murmured against Jade's lips, barely giving her space to breathe, let alone answer. A nod, fervent and eager, was her reply before my mouth claimed hers again, guiding her backward until we were in the shower.
I reached out and twisted the tap; water cascaded from above, a cold contrast to the heat between us. The droplets hit my skin, mingling with the blood I hadn't had the chance to wash off—blood that marked me as what I was: a killer, a Moretti through and through.
"Jade," I said, voice thick with a cocktail of emotions I couldn't name. My hands, still tainted with a life recently extinguished, trembled as they cradled her face. Her eyes were wide, a brilliant blue that saw through the fa?ade I upheld for everyone else. "I want you, so bad it hurts."
Her gaze didn’t waver, even as the water began to rinse away the sins from my hands. Blue eyes that should have been filled with repulsion softened instead, her body yielding against mine. "Dante," she whispered, her voice shaky but full of resolve. "I want this too."
A surge of relief washed over me as powerful as the shower's spray. Whatever this thing between us was, it was mutual—a craving beyond the physical, something perilous yet irresistible. It was in the way she said my name, like it meant more than just an identity. It was in the way she looked at me, not as the heir to a criminal empire, but as just Dante—flawed, conflicted, human.
The water warmed up, steam beginning to rise around us, a shroud that insulated us from the world outside. Here, in this cascade, nothing else existed—no family expectations, no hidden agendas. Just Jade and me. And it was perfect.
I exhaled, the sound torn from somewhere deep within me. "Are you sure?" The weight of my world teetered on the edge of her answer. Jade’s nod was firm, her eyes shining with an unshakable resolve that rooted me to the spot.
She understood, as did I, that this wasn't just a moment of reckless abandon—it was the pivot on which our futures would swing. Her gaze locked onto mine, fearless and fierce. Forget the damned consequences.
Her shirt hit the tile first, followed by the soft whisper of her leggings peeling away from her skin. They were soon joined by my own shirt—all discarded casualties of the storm we were about to unleash. Steam curled around us, a veil that blurred the hard edges of reality, but every sensation as I touched her was crystal clear.
"Dante," she gasped, her voice slicing through the sound of water pummeling tile. I dropped to my knees, worship at the altar of her body my only creed in this moment. My tongue found the sweet spot that made her hips jerk, and I held her steady against me. Her taste—unique and intoxicating—obliterated everything else. Below me, my own hunger strained against my thigh, begging for the warmth of her.
"Jade," I finally managed to grunt, voice muffled against her flesh as her fingers tangled in my wet hair, urging me on. She was my oasis in a desert of violence and power plays. But right now, I didn't want to think about the chaos waiting beyond the bathroom door. There was only her, her moans, and the unrelenting need to have her wrapped around me, drowning out the world.
As the water continued its relentless descent, I reveled in the way her body arched into my touch. The pressure of her grip on my hair was a sweet agony that spoke volumes of the pleasure I gave her. It was a heady feeling and I allowed myself to be swept away by the rush of it all.
I looked up at Jade, her dark hair plastered to her skin, framing a face etched with ecstasy. "Can you?" I asked, the challenge lacing my voice as much as the raw need to see her come undone. "Squirt for me, Jade."
Her response was immediate; her grip on my hair tightened. Her eyes glazed over. It was a side of her reserved just for moments like this, when she let go and allowed herself to feel without the constraints of logic and reason.
I loved it.
"Make me," she breathed, a dare wrapped in a whisper, granting me permission to push her beyond her limits.
The steam from the shower enveloped us like a cloak, but the heat that mattered most wasn't from the water. It was from Jade, her body a beacon in the fogged glass enclosure of my penthouse bathroom.
Her lip caught between her teeth was her only defense against the sounds I was pulling from deep within her. My hands roamed higher, and she arched into my touch, a silent plea for more. I obliged, kneading at her breasts with a possessiveness that came from a place darker than lust.
"Jade," I said, my voice barely above a growl, "let it out."
But she held it in, until my tongue did one final dance across her flushed skin, relentless in its pursuit to break her silence. And break it did. A guttural cry escaped from Jade's throat as her body tensed, then shook with the force of her climax, her control shattered in the wake of overwhelming pleasure.
I licked her clit and savored the way she shuddered beneath me. Her fingers clung tightly to the slick tile as she rode out the exquisite waves of her climax, her body convulsing against my face. The taste of her, raw and intoxicating, was a heady cocktail of desire that left me reeling. I wanted more. I wanted all of her.
I drank in her release, the taste of her like victory and damnation all at once. With each lap of my tongue, I savored her, letting out a satisfied growl that vibrated through us both. The sound of her heavy breathing filled the steamy air, her heart pounding a rhythm that matched mine.
She slumped against the wall, spent, her eyes glazed with a cocktail of emotions I knew mirrored my own. In this moment, the line between pleasure and power blurred, and I was just as enslaved by the sensation as she was.
I stood, the shower water cascading down my back, and took in the sight of Jade. She was a masterpiece—her skin glistening, her breaths coming out in soft pants, her body still quivering from the touch of my lips. The harsh white light above us cast an unforgiving glare on the scene before me, but all I saw was perfection.
"Damn," I muttered under my breath.
As I rose, the space between us charged with anticipation. I watched the rise and fall of her chest, the way a few stray droplets of water slid down her curves. My body responded with a primal hunger, every muscle tensed and ready.
Slowly, respecting the silence that hung thick around us, I traced a finger down the side of her face. Her eyes locked onto mine, dark pools that seemed both wild and achingly vulnerable. I could see the questions there, the same ones that tormented me late at night.
But those thoughts got drowned out by the here and now, by the feel of her heated skin beneath my fingertips as they made their journey down her neck. There was a tremor in her pulse when I brushed over it, a silent beat that drummed along with the thudding in my own veins.
My hand continued its descent, trailing over the collarbone that I had kissed countless times, down to where her heart lay hidden behind flesh and bone—a heart I wasn't sure I deserved, yet craved with every fiber of my being.
Then lower, past the swell of her breasts that I had worshipped with both hands and mouth, to the soft swell of her stomach. And finally, to the damp heat between her legs, where I could feel the echo of her desire that matched my own.
"Jade," I breathed out, my voice rough with need. "I can't get enough of you."
Water cascaded over us, the sound of it crashing against tile almost as loud as my heartbeat thudding in my ears. Jade's hands found mine, and with a strength that belied her delicate appearance, she pulled me close. Our slick bodies melded together, the heat between us rivaling the steam that filled the shower.
"Dante," she said, her voice carrying an urgency that sent a jolt straight to my core. Her eyes, wide and imploring, searched mine for something I wasn't sure I could give. But damn if I wouldn't try.
I let my fingers wander, tracing the outline of her entrance. She gasped, a sound that cut through the noise of the water, and it was all the encouragement I needed. Sliding two fingers inside her, I watched as her expression transformed from desperate need to exquisite pleasure.
"I need you," she whispered.
"Jade," I murmured, matching her quiet intensity. "I've got you."
I fingered her, watching as her body writhed, gripped by waves of pleasure that left her breathless and begging for more. Her cries echoed off the tiles, the sound a sweet symphony that filled the steamy air. I felt her walls clenching around me, the slick heat of her driving me to the edge.
"Dante," she whimpered, clinging to me as her body tensed. "Oh God, Dante..."
Her words were breathy whispers against my ear, each one a flame that seared through my veins and lit a wildfire within me. I growled low in response, my pace increasing, fingers sliding deeper within her.
She arched against me, nails digging into my back as another climax rocked through her. The sight of her lost in ecstasy, the sound of my name on her lips – it was intoxicating.
As she came down from her high, I pressed soft kisses to her neck, tasting the salt of her skin mixed with warm water. She shivered in response and I tightened my grip on her, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us.
I slid my fingers out from her warmth, the loss of contact a stark reminder of what I was about to claim. As I positioned myself at her entrance, the early morning light filtered through the penthouse windows, casting a soft glow on her flushed skin. Fall air, crisp and cool, snuck in through a crack left open in the struggle, but we were too wrapped up in our own heat to care about the chill.
"Am I not too heavy for you?" Jade's voice was tinged with vulnerability, her eyes searching mine for reassurance.
I couldn't help but laugh—a real, honest sound that seemed to echo off the marble walls of my family's stronghold. "Don't be ridiculous," I said, the corner of my mouth lifting in amusement.
With a sense of purpose, I lifted her hips, guiding her legs to wrap around my waist. The sensation of finally entering her was nothing short of intoxicating. Her warmth enveloped me, drawing a growl from the depths of my throat—a primal sound that resonated with the part of me that always had to be in control.
"Fuck," I groaned, allowing the raw pleasure to wash over me. Everything faded into insignificance compared to the feeling of being inside her.
My hands, firm and unyielding, gripped Jade's hips and hoisted her up. The chill of the tiles against her back couldn't compete with the heat we generated between us as I thrust into her, pinning her in place.
"Ah, Dante..." Her voice was muffled against my neck, her breath hot on my skin. She clung to me, fingers digging into my shoulders as I fucked her hard.
"Look at me," I rasped, my pace never faltering. She lifted her head, her dark hair plastered to her face, eyes wide with a mixture of shock and desire—a look that could bring a man like me to his knees.
"More," she breathed out, and I complied, driving into her harder. Her body was a perfect fit against mine, like the missing piece to a puzzle I didn't know I was assembling.
"You feel...so good," I groaned, the effort of maintaining control making my voice rough around the edges. “You’re so tight. So wet. Fuck.”
The world shrank to nothing but the rhythmic collision of our bodies, the steady drumbeat of water cascading down from the showerhead above. Jade's grip on my shoulders tightened, her inner walls clenching around me with a ferocity that tore a growl from deep in my chest. My hands, previously gentle, now mirrored her urgency, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as I drove myself deeper with each powerful thrust.
"Jade," I groaned as she moved with me, her body a flame to my kindling, igniting an inferno that threatened to consume us both. The sound of our union was drowned out by the pounding water, the tiles slick beneath our fervent embrace.
The relentless rhythm of our bodies crescendoed, my hands braced against the slickness of the tiles as I drove into Jade with an urgency that bordered on desperation.
"Jade," the word fell from my lips, strained and breathless. The inferno inside me roared to life, stoked by her every moan and the vice-like grip of her body. She was my oasis, my salvation in a life riddled with darkness and blood-stained obligations.
Fire surged through my veins, my muscles tensing as I anchored myself deep within her. A low groan escaped me, a sound raw and primal. Her name became a mantra on my tongue, a prayer amidst the chaos of our union.
With a final, fervent thrust, the dam broke. Pleasure, fierce and all-consuming, swept over me, my hold on reality splintering. I felt every pulse, every release, as I surrendered completely to the sensation, to Jade, to this illicit slice of heaven we'd stolen for ourselves.
I felt her tighten around me, a clear sign that her peak was rushing towards us with the force of a storm. "Dante!" Jade cried out, her voice echoing off the shower walls, mixing with the steady drum of water on tile.
The climax hit her hard, her entire body shaking in my arms as I held her close. Her pleasure triggered my own, and I let go, allowing the wave to crash over me, leaving nothing untouched.
In the aftermath, I stayed still for just a moment longer, savoring the warmth of her against me. Then, with care, I withdrew from her, feeling the loss like a sudden chill. I reached out, my hand slick with water, and turned off the faucet, silencing the cascade around us.
Gently, I scooped Jade into my arms, her body limp with the aftershocks of our shared ecstasy. The air of my penthouse bathroom was cool as we stepped out of the steam and warmth of the shower, but I barely noticed, my focus solely on her. She was light in my arms, her head resting against my chest as I carried her through to the bedroom.
I laid her down on the bed with a tenderness that belied the rough hunger of our moments before. Her wet hair fanned out on the pillow, dark strands against the crisp white. Her breathing had evened out, but her skin was still flushed, a delicate pink that matched her soft lips.
“You good?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she said. “So good. How are you?”
“Great,” I said, then smiled at her. “But you know we’re just getting started, right?”