Page 5 of Claimed By the Don

We make out against the chopper like teenagers for long, drugging minutes, until we're both flushed and panting. My hands have crept under her skirt to mold the rounded globes of her ass, her panties a scrap of damp lace that I long to tear aside. But as badly as I want to sink into her wet heat, I force myself to pull back, break our kiss with a groan.

"Let's take this inside, tesoro," I rasp, my voice rough.

Ginetta blinks up at me with passion-glazed eyes, her hair mussed from my fingers, lipstick smeared. She's never looked more fuckable and it takes every ounce of my control not to hoist her up and impale her on my dick. But I want our first time in a bed where I can worship her properly. Wring every drop of pleasure from her luscious body until she's a boneless, satisfied puddle in my sheets.

Gulping, she nods jerkily and I pull her through the rooftop door. In the elevator, I keep our bodies pressed close, my hands roaming restlessly over her curves. I can't get enough of her warm, silky skin against my greedy palms. My blood feels carbonated, my skin too tight. I want to be inside her like I need my next breath.

The doors slide open to reveal my penthouse and I all but drag Ginetta inside. She makes an impressed noise, her eyes widening as she takes in the sprawling space, the plush furnishings, the wall of windows overlooking the glittering city skyline. But I barely register my opulent surroundings, too focused on the way her ass sways as she drifts further into the room.

"Wow, it's beautiful," she says, sounding a little dazed. "I feel like I'm in a movie."

I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her soft middle, nuzzling into the warm curve of her neck. She smells like desire, ripe and ready. "Oh, I plan to make this an experience worthy of the big screen, tesoro. But I guarantee it'll be rated adults only."

She shivers in my arms, angling her head to the side unconsciously. Offering herself up to my mouth, my touch. I groan and press my lips to her hammering pulse, feeling it leap as my hands skim up to cup the heavy swells of her breasts. Her nipples are hard little pebbles against my palms and I roll them between my fingers, relishing her throaty moan.

"Let me take you to bed, Ginetta," I urge, my voice a low rumble. "Let me show you how good I can make you feel." I pinch and pluck at those sensitive crests until she's squirming in my arms, her hips undulating back into my rigid cock. "I want to taste your sweet pussy, feel it squeeze my fingers as you come apart. Want to fuck this incredible body until you can't remember your own name."

"Dante," she gasps, her nails biting into my forearms. "I...I can't."

Can't? What does she mean? Reality penetrates the haze of lust and I still my seductive assault, my brow furrowing. "Ginetta?"

She steps out of my arms, putting some much-needed distance between us. When she turns to face me, her expression is conflicted, longing and trepidation warring for dominance. Her magnificent chest heaves as she struggles to get ahold of herself.

"I want to," she says quickly, biting her lip. "God, do I want to. But this is all happening so fast. We barely know each other."

Frustration and understanding wage their own battle in my chest. My cock is throbbing painfully, my balls drawn up tight, screaming for relief. I want her so much I can barely think straight. But I also get it. I came on strong, maybe too strong. Ginetta isn't some club girl looking for a good time - she's different. Special. And she deserves to be treated as such.

So even though it kills me, I take a deep breath and nod, consciously relaxing my posture. Trying to look a little less like the hungry wolf ready to devour her whole.

"I get it," I tell her, willing my voice to remain even. My dick twitches angrily at the denial but I ignore it. "And you're right, we should slow down."

Relief washes over her face, followed swiftly by what looks like disappointment. "Thank you for understanding. I just...I need a little time to process all of this." She waves a hand between us vaguely.

I step closer and cup her face in my hands, my thumbs sweeping over the apples of her cheeks. I meet her gaze steadily, letting her see the sincerity in my eyes. "Ginetta, I want you. Badly. I'm not going to lie about that. But I can wait until you're ready."

I lower my head to brush the softest kiss over her lips, just the barest rasp of my mouth on hers. When I pull back, her eyes are huge, her breathing unsteady. Good. I don't want her to forget what she's denying us, even for a short while.

"When you are ready," I add, my voice a low promise, "I'm going to take you apart, piece by piece, until you're begging for me. And I'm going to enjoy every fucking second of your sweet surrender."

Ginetta shudders, her eyes going liquid with desire. I can tell she's picturing it, the inevitable submission of her soft curves to my harder planes. My possession of her willing body. And fuck, I want to make that fantasy a reality more than my next breath.

But she's not ready yet. So I release her reluctantly, my hands falling away. She blinks, coming back to herself, and squares her shoulders. I have to admire her resolve.

"I should go," she says, grabbing her discarded purse. "But Dante...thank you for tonight. The helicopter ride was incredible."

I incline my head, never taking my eyes off her flushed face. "It was my pleasure, tesoro. Maybe next time we can take a ride that ends a little differently, hm? I’ll have my driver downstairs take you home."

Her plump cheeks pinken but a smile tugs at her lips. "Thank you. Good night, Dante."

"Dream of me," I tell her with a heated look. "I know I'll be dreaming of you."

And then she's gone, the door closing behind her with a soft click. Frustration roars through me, my body tight and aching with unfulfilled need. I want to chase her down and convince her to stay, worship between her silky thighs until she's hoarse from screaming my name.

But I won't. Because Ginetta is worth the wait, worth doing this right. And when I finally do get her into my bed, when I'm sheathed to the hilt in her hot, wet folds, it's going to be because she's more than ready for it. Desperate and begging for me to fill her up until she can't take anymore.

And, oh, I'll give her more. So much fucking more.

My hands flex at my sides, my cock an iron bar in my slacks. First things first...I need to go handle this massive hard-on. Then it's time to get strategic.

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