Chapters (47)
- Cover
- Content Discovery
- Dedication
- Dante Luciano
- Annie Peterson
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Dante
- Annie
- Annie - 12 months later
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I sit up on my elbows and admire Dante’s naked body as he gets up and walks away from the bed to the armchair. I am nowhere near as experienced as him, and I am happy to have him take charge, but I still doubt myself a little, wondering how a girl like me can ever satisfy a man like Dante. Before I get too caught up in my self doubt, I see him stop at the armchair and pick up his bowl of tiramisu. My eyes crinkle, wondering what he is doing.
Is he having a mid-sex snack? Is that a thing?
His eyes flick to me as a small smile spreads across his face, and he walks back to the bed. Still holding the bowl, he stands at the edge of the mattress, looking down at me. The power dynamics are clearly evident, his tall statue dominating and demanding as he sucks up all the air in the room.
“Did you learn to make this just for me, Bella?” he asks me with deviant eyes and a smirk on his face. He already knows the answer.
“Yes, Dante,” I say, just how I know he likes it.
He scoops out a small spoonful of the dessert and leans over, feeding it to me.
“Do you like my fingers on your body, Annie?”
“Mmmhmmm...” I say in response as I lick the cream from the spoon, which falls slightly onto my bottom lip. Before I can wipe it away, Dante grabs the back of my head and leans in, swiping my lips with his tongue, collecting the cream before kissing me again.
“So fucking good,” he growls into my mouth.
He takes another spoonful of the dessert, but this time he doesn’t feed it to me, dropping the cream on my left breast instead. The cool mixture immediately causes my skin to prickle and my nipple to peak, and a small gasp leaves me as I am caught off guard by his action.
"You didn't know when you made this, that I'd be enjoying it off your perfect body, though, did you?" Dante asks me again as I watch him closely, my heart racing.
“No, Dante,” I reply, totally lost for words and already wound up so tight I might start moaning before he goes any lower.
“Lay back, Bella, I want to eat this off your body and then I want to eat you,” he says in a way that has my sex throbbing. I have no idea who could ever say no to this man, because all I want to do is please him.