Page 39 of His Bride

But as I enter our bedroom, strong arms encircle my waist, lifting me off my feet. I shriek with surprised laughter as Dante spins me around.

“Caught you,” he growls, pressing me against the bedroom door.

Our eyes lock, and suddenly the playfulness evaporates. The air feels thick, charged with something dangerous and thrilling. I can’t look away from the intensity in his gaze.

“Now,” Dante says softly, one hand coming up to cradle my face. “About that kiss…”

My heart skips a beat as I gaze into Dante’s eyes which are filled with intense desire. The playfulness from moments ago has vanished, replaced by a crackling tension that makes my skin tingle.

Something shifts inside me, a boldness I didn’t know I possessed rising to the surface. Before I can second-guess myself, I slowly sink to my knees, my gaze never leaving his.

Dante’s sharp intake of breath is loud in the silent room. “Adriana,” he says, voice rough. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” I interrupt, surprised by my own certainty. My hands tremble slightly as I reach for his belt buckle. “I… I’ve never done this before, but I want to try. For you.”

His hand cups my cheek, thumb touching my lower lip. “Sei sicura, tesoro?”

I nod, fighting the nervous flutter in my stomach as I undo his trousers. My fingers hesitate at the waistband of his boxers. This is uncharted territory for me, worlds away from the romantic fantasies I draw in my webtoon.

“It’s okay,” Dante says, his usual commanding tone softened. “Take your time, baby.”

Steeling my nerves, I gently tug his boxers down. My eyes widen as his cock springs free, thick and already hard. It looks so big and intimidating up close to my face. I lick my lips nervously and wrap my hand around it hesitantly, marveling at the contrast of soft skin over rigid steel.

“Like this?” I ask, glancing up at Dante.

His jaw is clenched, eyes burning as he looks down at me. “Just like that,” he moans. “Now, use your mouth. Gently.”

I lean forward, my heart pounding, and tentatively take him between my lips.

I feel Dante’s fingers thread through my hair as I take him deeper, encouraged by his low groan. His grip tightens, not painfully, but guiding me.

“That’s it, tesoro,” he rasps. “You’re doing so well.”

His praise sends a thrill through me. I hollow my cheeks, trying to remember what I’ve read in steamy romance novels.

Dante’s hips twitch. “Fuck,” he hisses. “Adriana, your mouth…”

I look up, meeting his intense gaze. His eyes are dark with desire, a muscle jumping in his jaw. It’s intoxicating, knowing I can affect this powerful man so deeply.

“Use your tongue,” he instructs, voice strained. “Along the underside—yes, just like that.”

I follow his guidance, exploring with growing confidence. His breathing becomes ragged, punctuated by Italian curses.

Suddenly, Dante grasps my shoulders. “Enough,” he pants, pulling me up.

Before I can react, his mouth crashes into mine. The kiss is fierce, almost desperate. His hands roam my body, stripping away my clothes with practiced efficiency.

“On the bed,” he commands, voice rough. “Now.”

I comply, heart pounding as I lie back on the cool sheets. Dante removes the rest of his clothes. I admire his taut muscles, the way they flex as he stalks toward me. Dante looms over me, eyes raking hungrily over my naked form.

“Beautiful,” he mutters, lowering his head to trail kisses along my collarbone.

I gasp as his lips move lower, arching into his touch. A shiver courses through me as Dante’s hands explore my body, his touch sparking a fire within me I never knew existed. I tremble and pant when he caresses my breasts, teasing and pinching until I’m writhing beneath him.

“Dante,” I whimper, overwhelmed by the sensations.

He chuckles darkly. “Patience, tesoro. I want to savor every inch of you.”

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