Chapter Six
Gia
Someone moves. Or maybe, we both do, as one second there’s space between us and the next, there’s none.
It happens in a flash and in seconds, my arms are around his shoulders and his hands band around my waist, panting into a kiss filled with such hunger and longing. My heart races fast, and my toes curl as his lips lock onto mine, moving intimately…possessively.
Here.
Now.
I want him now. Crave him like my next breath, and I realize that whatever we couldn't do last night is going to happen here.
In a room that carries a part of both of us.
Dear God, I never quite put much thought into sex—never allowed myself to think about the moment I would lose my virginity.
I liked the idea of meeting someone and falling in love, but I always held an innocent and naive take on love.
Quiet dinners, then taking a stroll in the park or staying up all night to watch the moon and the stars.
But sex? No, it never occurred to me that I would want it as much, that I would crave a man’s touch with such desperation. Dante’s kiss sends my head swimming and causes the rest of my body to burn fiercely. And now, it’s all I can think about.
With Dante.
With the man I have fallen so irrevocably in love with.
My heart is pounding when we break apart from the kiss, and Dante’s wildly aroused eyes lock on mine, fierce with need. “You are so beautiful, Gia,” he rasps, dropping his forehead to mine as he runs his hand over my hip, burning me with his touch.
“I want you to see yourself the way I see you, mia passerotta.”
Dante spins me around to face the mirror, and my back meets his chest. I grab on to the barre to hold myself up, whimpering when he pushes up against me, nuzzling my nape. “So fucking beautiful.” My eyes flutter shut as he breathes into my ear, his warm breath caressing my skin.
“Look, Gia.”
My eyes shoot open and I tilt my head up, meeting his gaze in the mirror and Christ, what a sight we make. He’s a mountain, all broad shoulders and rippling muscles and I, on the other hand, feel every bit as small as I look in his arms. A delicate flower next to an oak. “We look…”
“Do you see it now?” he rasps into my ear, dipping his head to kiss my neck even as his eyes stay locked on mine—those intense eyes crowded with heat.
I shudder when his hands skim up my arms and hook the straps of my top, slowly tugging them down my chest, blushing fiercely when he exposes my breasts to the mirror. But he doesn't stop there, as he tugs them all the way down along with my leggings until I’m standing naked in front of the mirror.
“Perfect, isn’t it?” he says ruggedly, pressing his lips to my shoulder as his hands move around to cup my breasts, causing a shudder to roll through my body. “Do you see how you could leave a man breathless? How he could shift his entire world so it revolves around you and only you?”
No.
It’s hard to believe myself capable of any of that, especially not to a man like Dante Rossi. “Why me?”
“Because there can never be anyone else, Gia,” he whispers, pushing up against my ass so I can feel the hard press of his erection, hands fondling my breasts. His breath grows labored to match mine. “No one drives me insane the way you do. No one ever has.”
“Never?”
“Never.” He releases me, and I gasp when he drops to his knees behind me.
I tighten my grip on the barre when my weak knees threaten to give out.
“I never spent my time thinking about another woman the way I do with you.
I would kill for you, Gia Marino. I would burn the world for you or die trying, and doesn't that make me fucking insane? Knowing that I mean those words in ways I have never meant anything more in my life.”
Indeed, it is insane but so is everything about us. "I've never felt this way about anyone before, either."
“You’re mine, Gia,” he growls, yanking my thighs open and making me whimper. "Every inch of this body, this pussy… It's fucking mine!"
His eyes meet mine in the mirror, and I shiver when he wets the seam of his lips. I know what he’s waiting for, so I give it to him. I’m helpless to do anything but.
“Yours,” I whisper. “I belong to only you.”
My knees begin to shake when he lowers his head between my legs.
The first lick sends me jolting up, but he grabs my hips and holds me in place as he runs his tongue along my slit.
My fingers tighten on the barre, and I cry out as his tongue travels hungrily through my folds, the wet, obscene sound of his lips meeting my flesh filling the room.
I feel it in my toes and the tips of my hair, the delicious sensation that spreads. I moan and cry as his nose nuzzles my most intimate part, and his lips stroke my sex. And it's too much. His morning stubble brushing against my inner thighs only works to intensify the sensations.
"Dante," I sob, rolling my hips over his mouth. My back arches when his lips press against my clit, kissing it gently, enough to send a storm of sensations rolling down my back but not enough to send me over the edge. An edge I desperately crave.
Please. Please. Please.
One hand disappears from my hips, and I jolt when I feel the press of his fingers against my opening.
He pushes one finger into my pussy and twists it around, brushing over a sensitive spot that makes me cry out and sends stars shooting behind my eyes.
My knees buckle as a violent orgasm storms through me, threatening to drown me.
But he doesn’t stop as his tongue saws wetly over my swollen bud and his finger slides deeper inside of me.
“Dante,” I sob, my entire body shaking with the threat of another orgasm. “Dante, oh God, it’s too much!”
A wrecked sob breaks free when his mouth closes around my clit, sending another wave of storm, stronger than the first. I scream, my walls clenching hard around the finger thrusting in and out of me.
His lips draw at my clit in gentle suction, sending wave after wave of pleasure pulsing through me until it's too much to bear. It leaves me sobbing. He adds another finger and continues to slide them in and out of me, slowly and then fast, stretching me, drawing out my pleasure until I’m wrung dry.
God.
Oh God.
My body is trembling when he pushes back, a wild grin on his lips.
I give in to my weak knees, and he catches me when I crumble to the floor, his eyes wild and full of heat.
His mouth crashes down on mine, and he gently lowers me down onto my back, settling between my thighs.
“You’re perfect,” he rasps, brushing his lips down my throat as one hand moves to jerk down his sweats.
Dante pushes back to look at me as he starts stroking his cock, and I read the intention in his eyes. It’s clear that he intends to jerk off and spill over me, but I don’t want that. Not with him. So I widen my thighs for him, opening myself to his touch.
“I want to feel you inside of me,” I whisper, bringing my weak hands to his shoulders. I note the look of surprise in his eyes. “Do it, Dante. Make me yours.”
“Not here, baby.”
I tighten my grip on him, wrapping my legs around his waist, unwilling to wait any longer. “Here. Now.”
“Gia–”
“Please,” I whimper, meeting his heated gaze. I run a hand over his back, feeling the muscles contract under my fingertips. “I’ve never been more certain of anything my whole life. Please, Dante. Take me. Now.”
There is a pained look in his eyes, and I can tell he doesn't want to take me on the floor of a gym, but there's never been a more perfect time. And I want him. I want to make him as happy as he makes me. To offer him the one thing he’s been patiently waiting for.
“Fuck baby,” he curses out, dropping his forehead against mine.
I whimper when I feel the hard press of his cock against my entrance.
He’s so big, and a part of me is terrified of how it’ll feel, but I need him—need this.
“You’re so perfect, Gia. So fucking perfect. Can you feel how badly I want you?”
“Yes,” I whimper as he inches inside of me, stretching my walls. I expect pain and discomfort, but there's so much more. I ache for him in ways I never thought I could. "I want you too."
He grips my hip and, with eyes locked on mine, slams forward, burying his cock in me. I cry out, gripping his shoulders tightly at the sensation that rushes through me. There’s pain and pleasure, but there’s something else, a feeling stronger than both.
Love.
And my chest aches with it. So much that I can almost feel it. The need to be one with the man who finally saw me when I was invisible to the world. But he didn’t just see me. He wanted me too. Wants me, still.
“Gia,” his voice is strangled as he pulls back to look at me, his eyes panicking when he spots the tears in my eyes. “Baby—”
“I’m okay,” I assure him, letting the tears spill as I stroke his shoulders. “I’m fine, I promise.”
“I’ll make it better for you, mia passerotta.”
“You already have,” I whisper, pushing up to press his lips with mine. I tighten my grip on his shoulders as the ache in my core grows, and when he starts to move, I cry out.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he pants into the kiss, pulling back before slowly pushing his hips forward, his cock stroking my most intimate parts.
Pleasure shoots through me as he starts rocking into me and I cling to that large muscled body, our damp skin sliding against each other in the most erotic of moves.
And I take everything.
Slowly, his moves turn fevered as does his breath. His hand slides to my breast, and I cry out when he tugs at my nipple, moisture flooding the spot between us. “Fuck, your pussy is getting wetter for me, baby.”
"Yes," I cry out, nails digging into his shoulders as he pumps his cock into me.