Chapter Two

Jenna

The moment the door closes behind us, my back is against the wall, and Dante's hands are all over me, grabbing my hips and brushing through my hair. I don't know who made the first move, but I cling to him, pressing my lips to his.

He bites my bottom lip, and I moan as wanting, palpable and heavy, floods my body. When his tongue thrusts into my mouth, I grind my hips against his crotch, intoxicated by desire and overwhelming need.

"God," he pulls back to look at me, "you're so fucking beautiful, Jenna."

"Is that what you say to every woman you sleep with?" I murmur as my fingers work on his buttons, prying them loose.

He chuckles richly. "As I thought. You have a sharp tongue. But you are beautiful," he brings his lips to my ear, whispering the words, "exquisite. When I first saw you across the bar, I imagined what it would feel like to kiss you."

"Oh?" I pull on his shirt, and he shrugs it off.

A satisfied sigh escapes my lips as I place my hands on his chest. Well-toned and muscled chest.

"Yes," he gently pulls down the straps of my jumpsuit, exhaling when he sees I have nothing underneath. His hands cup my breasts, and I whimper as his fingers tease my nipples, flicking and squeezing.

"Hell," Dante groans. "A feast for sore eyes."

The comeback on my tongue rolls my throat when he dips his head, and his tongue licks my nipple. I arch my back with a needy moan, sinking my fingers into his hair and pushing his head lower. Agony and ecstasy pours through me in rushing waves as I cling to him, begging for release.

My hands go low, pawning at the zipper of his pants. I hear him grunt as I pull it down and slip my hand into his boxers, running my fingers down the length of his dick.

"Jenna," he calls my name in desperation. It's different from the times with Tom…with everyone else. It makes me wanton and even greedier, and I stroke him, eliciting deep-throated groans.

"Your hands," he cups my face again, kissing me hard on the mouth. "They do something to me. It might just be my undoing."

I smile, but it becomes a squeal when he easily lifts me and carries me to the bed. Dante puts me down without finesse and climbs on, pulling my jumpsuit lower. It comes off, along with my panties, and then he stands at the foot of the bed.

"Like I said," he exhales. "Gorgeous."

And I feel that way. 

"I wish I could stare at you all day," he murmurs. "But I'm too selfish for that. I want my hands on every inch of your body, and I want my name on your lips when I'm fucking you."

He takes off his pants then, pulling the boxers down with it, and I take a deep, inaudible gulp. He's impressive. 

Dante brings out a condom from the bedside drawer and rolls it on before he climbs back on, nudging my thighs apart and kneeling between them. One hand slides over my stomach, cupping my breast while he rubs the tip of his dick against my pussy.

I inhale sharply as he thrusts in, but he gives me no time to react when he goes all the way in, grabbing my hips and pumping hard and fast…just the way I want it. My fingers dig into sheets as waves and waves of pleasure roll over me.

His hands are everywhere, on my back, my ass, my breasts, rubbing against my nipples. When he flips me over and thrusts in, I scream, begging for release and feeling him everywhere.

Every single inch of my body, consumed by him. 

Her fingers dig into the sheets harder, holding her down when gravity ceases to exist and climax hits. I gasp for air as the orgasm goes on, vaguely aware of his voice whispering incoherently.

When I come back down to earth, he's holding me in his arms, kissing my hair while I'm buried against his chest.

"You were so good," Dante murmurs. "So fucking good, fiera."

I'm guessing it means fierce in some language, but I'm too tired to find out. My eyelids are heavy, and I tell myself that I just need to sleep for a little while—as I haven't closed them in over twenty hours—and that I'll figure things out when I wake up.