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Jade was too special to be swept up in my dark world, yet here she was, wrapped around my arms, spent from the pleasure I had given her, and all I could see in my mind was the way she’d looked at me with those wide eyes filled with trust and...something more.

I ran my fingers along her arm, tracing soft patterns onto her skin. My mind whispered against reason, reminding me of what we had just shared. It was intimate, more so than anything I’d ever experienced before.

She wasn’t supposed to get under my skin like this.

But being with me…that was dangerous. And being someone I loved just put a target on her back.

So maybe what I needed to do was get away from her. But for now…for now, I would just enjoy her. For as long as I could.

Chapter Fifteen: Jade

Iwoke to the soft intrusion of morning light weaving through the curtains, stirring the shadows in my bedroom. Dante’s arm was a reassuring weight across my waist, his breath steady against the nape of my neck.

“Can I use your shower?” Dante’s voice, rough with sleep, broke the quiet.

“Sure,” I murmured, sitting up and stretching. As I shuffled to grab clothes, the crisp scent of my lavender body wash clung to him, a reminder of our closeness that seemed out of place in the daylight.

“Wait. Let me rephrase that. Can we use your shower?”

“What?”

“Come on,” Dante’s voice suddenly broke through the charged atmosphere, his hand slipping from my hip to grasp mine. “Let’s wash away the lab for a while.”

He led me toward the bathroom, and I followed, my mind still reeling from the intensity of our exchange the night before. The steam from the hot water filled the room, fogging up the mirror and creating an intimate cocoon that enveloped us as we stepped into the shower together.

“Can you do it again?” he asked, his voice low and husky as the water cascaded down over us, turning my skin sensitive to every touch.

“Squirt? I don’t know if I–”

“Shh, just relax,” he murmured before pushing me gently against the cool tile wall. His mouth found mine with a hunger that left no room for doubt or insecurity, and then he was descending, his lips trailing fire down my body until they reached the core of my desire.

The world outside the steamy enclosure faded to insignificance as Dante’s skilled tongue worked its magic, coaxing pleasure from me in waves that crashed over and over, leaving me breathless and clinging to him for support.

“God, I fucking love the way you taste,” he said. “I could eat you out for hours.”

“Are you always this forward?” I asked breathlessly, my fingers lacing through his wet hair.

“Only with you, sweetheart,” he murmured, his lips curving in a wicked grin before he was on me again, his tongue flicking and lapping around my clit, the sensation raw and overwhelming. I clung to him as the pressure built and the knot in my stomach tightened to an unbearable tension.

Just as I was about to unravel, Dante pulled away, standing up to his full height and positioning himself between my thighs. The sensation of him entering me was so electric that I gasped aloud, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

“Do you think I can make you squirt with just my cock?” he asked, his breath hot in my ear.

“Damn it, Dante,” I breathed out, my body responding fervently to his provocations. “You’re...superbly confident.”

“Only when it comes to making you feel good,” he countered, adjusting his pace and angling deeper into me. The intensity of every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through me. “Because making you come is my favorite thing.”

As Dante began to thrust in time with the pulsating water, he slid his hands up my chest and grasped my breasts, pinching the sensitive nipples through my wet clothes, causing me to moan as he did so. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked gently, rolling it between his teeth before releasing it to replace it with the other. Meanwhile, his hips kept moving in a rhythm that was both slow and steady, making me feel every inch of him inside me. The way he worked his cock against my G-spot sent shivers down my spine; it almost felt like he could read my mind.

The sensation of Dante’s mouth on my breasts combined with his relentless thrusting sent me spiraling into sensory overload. He continued to stroke my G-spot with his cock, the rhythm unyielding, until I was shaking with the intensity of it.

“Fuck, Jade,” he groaned as he drove into me. “You feel so good wrapped around me.”

His words echoed in the steam-filled room, punctuated by the rhythmic slapping of our bodies coming together. The sensual assault of his words, his touch, and his unwavering gaze sent me teetering on the brink of ecstasy.

“Dante,” I whimpered unsteadily, my legs beginning to quiver as the pressure built impossibly within me.

“Hold on for me, Jade,” he encouraged, his voice raw with need. “I want to feel you come around me.”

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