C69 Can I Hold You?

The acceptance in her eyes was his undoing.

He felt tremor go through her and a crooning sound in her throat as she shifted to accommodate him more.

Dante was not new to claiming a woman.

Yet he felt his hands tremble for a moment as he cupped her face.

Her emerald green eyes pulled him in.

Just as the tantalising offering of her slightly parted lips as he trailed his finger over her face to her rosy-full lips.

She stared at him wide-eyed even as passion stared right at him through her mesmerising eyes.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” He said and kissed away the little frown that puckered her forehead.

Didn't she believe him? He wondered as he fulfilled his fantasy of kissing the hell out of her cute ears.

There was just something about her ear that turned him on.

Dante knew he couldn't hold back now as his lips touched her supple ones.

“Fuck!” His mind clouded for a moment as he claimed her lips.

“Look at me” he murmured when she tried to close her eyes with trembling breath.

“I want you to see me take you.” He said amidst kisses.

“See what you do to me” he growled as his attempt at gentleness failed.

His hands grew more urgent and his kiss rougher as his hands raced over her.

“Touch me,” he said, with a sudden urge to feel her dainty hands all over him.

He felt her hands tremble as she responded to his command and slowly trailed her hands over his back.

The barrier between their bodies tried his patience and he reared up to remove his shirt in one swift move.

He sank back into the kiss immediately as his hands tangled in her hair, and he kissed her roughly as his hand traced her collarbone down to the swell of her breasts.

He felt her stiffen as he palmed her breasts through her thin top and his harsh breathing filled the room as he looked into her eyes.

They seemed more dilated and her hands had fallen to her side as if she didn’t dare to touch him.

“I want to fuck you so badly that it’s killing me to hold back,” he said through gritted teeth.

She started to nod, then shook her head.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked as he deliberately calmed his raging blood.

If it was up to him, she would be splayed in all different ways and angles all over his bedroom.

But he couldn’t shrug off the fact that something was fucking wrong with her response.

Still, he couldn’t hold back from touching her.

Even as he wanted to reassure her, his hand snaked beneath the hem of her top.

He saw uncertainty and passion warring on her face as he traced his finger on her smooth, satiny skin to the underwire of her bra.

He palmed her breast through the clothing and groaned in sync with her gasp.

“Do you want me to stop?” he whispered as she leaned closer to her.

Knowing fully well that he had no intention of stopping.

She shook her head to tell him no.

Fuck yeah.

His week had been a shitty one, alright.

He had been going after that elusive bastard for days and all he kept getting were his minions.

He still didn’t know who the idiot going after his territory was.

The five families had sworn over and over that they had nothing to do with the attacks, cargo derailing, warehouse flooding and all that had been happening.

Some of the old men had even seemed insulted that Dante would doubt their loyalty after all they had always been loyal to his father and him since he took over.

Dante knew there would be ruffled feathers to soothe later.

There would be placations to be done.

Just as there would be many more assholes to be fucked before all this was done.

All those he could do without a second thought.

He could do anything.

Anything at all but pull back from the paradise of the soft warm woman in his arms.

Her skin seemed to tremble beneath his finger and her eyes drew him in more and more.

Even as he sank into the kiss again, he pulled down the cup of her bra, pushing the perfect mounds into his hands.

He almost went nuts when he touched her pebbled nipples and perky breasts.

“Fuck, what are you doing to me?” he growled as he rose above her, linked his hands with hers and held them above her.

His control snapped as he got a taste of the nectar of her mouth again.

She made a sound in her throat as he kissed her passionately with near-brutal fervour.

He couldn’t hold himself back as he drank her in like his life depended on it.

Then he held her hands together with one of his, and he began to trail his other hand over her body.

He pulled up her top and his eyes glazed over as her perky breast stared right back at him.

Dante leaned down to capture her pebbled nipple in his mouth while his hand moulded her.

“Fuck, you are so sweet, Mia Bella,” he said as he nipped, bit and suckled her breast.

His lust-hazed mind fired up as he roughly pulled her upwards to get rid of everything stopping him from touching her supple skin.

She was thrashing beneath him, and it took him a moment to realise it.

Dante raised his head to see tears rolling down her face and a tortured look in her eyes.

Confused, he asked in a voice made rough by holding back, “You don’t like it?”

She jerked like his question was a physical punch.

He froze when she jerked her hands from his and held them above her head as if to protect her face.

“What the fuck?” he thought as his passionate haze died down.

“I am not going to hit you,” he said automatically as his gut twisted.

He tried to hold her and realised she was shaking badly with her head turned away from him.

“Hey, look at me,” he said without touching her.

He waited until she turned her head back to him, and he almost swore aloud.

Her face was almost whitened.

Though he could see the passion in her face, he could see a terrible sense of dread too.

Dante finally took control of himself enough to think of the reason why she could be reacting that way to his touch.

Though she had never spoken about it, he had guessed well enough what Tad had done to her.

He cursed himself beneath his breath and took control of his raging hormones enough to soothe her.

He wanted to hold her so badly, but he doubted that would be a good idea.

Still, he didn’t move away from her, so she would not pull back from him.

“I will never hit you, Annabelle.” Not unless you want me to.

He completed the last part to himself because he knew she wasn’t ready to hear anything about pain and pleasure.

“No man would dare lay his hands on you ever again, do you hear me?” he asked, and she said, noting as she looked beyond his shoulder.

“Mia Bella,” he murmured in a soothing tone, and she slowly looked back at him.

“Nobody would ever dare to lay his hands on you like that again. Not while I am here. I need you to believe that,” he said earnestly, with his eyes on hers.

It took a moment but she finally nodded.

“Can I hold you? I promise I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do,” he said carefully.

She still looked like she wanted to leap out the window, but then she nodded slowly.

Dante sat close to her with his back against the headboard and slung his arm around her.

She stiffened again and he cursed beneath his breath.

That bastard had better run far and fast because he was a dead man. Dante thought.

He stayed rigidly like that and waited for her to move.

Soon enough, her trembling body calmed down and she leaned against his arm.

“Great,” Dante thought. Then he asked her. “Do you want to talk about it?”

She shook her head slightly and Dante swore out loud when he realised what her eyes were fixed on.

He looked downward to see that she was looking at his painfully engorged dick that was plainly evident through his linen trousers.

Shit!

He calmed down a bit when he saw that she wasn’t running after all.

Instead, she looked…curious.

“Just ignore it.” he gritted out as his dick seemed to harden more as if it could feel her appearance.

“It…uhm…can’t really do much about it. It would go down when it was ready to,” he said with a forced chuckle that did nothing to soothe the fire raging in his groin.

“You should look away from it,” he groaned as he shifted slightly to ease the pressure.

She barely nodded and seemed to inhale deeply before tentatively stretching her hand forward like a child approaching naked fire.

Dante realised what he wanted to do and quickly snatched her hand.

He knew there was no way he could take hold back again if she dared do what he thought she wanted to.

“You don’t want to do that,” he said through gritted teeth. He was going to explode for sure.

He just knew it.

Her shimmering eyes were his undoing as she simply said, “Please.”

Dante shook his head and asked, “Do you know what you are doing? I am not that noble. You will make me break my promise in seconds.”

She shook her head, then nodded as she said, “I just want…please?”

Dante couldn’t deny the plea in her eyes.

“If you touch me right now, Annabelle, it will be game over,” he warned in a rough tone.

She swallowed hard and nodded shakily.

Dante had no choice but to let go of her hand.

Schooling his harsh breathing and hoping he wouldn’t explode under whatever experiment she wanted to do, Dante sat rigidly as he watched her hand get closer to his crotch.

Oh, fuck me!