Page 2 of Christmas Vows with the Devil

I know I’m acting coy and his low laugh drips with desire. In one swift motion, our bodies are flush against each other. I tilt my head back, eyes half-closed, savoring the moment.

A moan escapes as his lips trail down my neck, hands exploring the curves of my body. Every touch, every kiss, is fire against my skin.

We’ve been like this for months now—two crazy kids in love, unable to keep our hands off each other.

I tangle my fingers in his messy, dark hair, pulling him closer. With a soft groan, he grips my waist, guiding me back onto the bed. I’m completely lost in the heat between us, the world outside fading away.

"Dante..." I whisper, my voice needy.

He settles his intense gaze on me, committing every inch of me to memory.

"You’re mine, Gia," he murmurs, his voice rough. "Always."

"Always.”

Our lips crash together in a hungry kiss. His hands roam over my curves, inching my sundress up higher and higher. My ragged breathing gives away my desperation.

I arch into him, needing more, craving the connection only he can give me.

Dante Manzo is everything I’ve ever wanted—dangerous, intoxicating, and all-consuming, but with a soft, sweet side he brings out just for me.

He growls, then sends my panties flying in the air. My sundress follows the underwear. He slides inside me, groaning with pleasure. In that moment, it’s just us.

The world outside the room ceases to exist. I don’t think about our family names or the chaos that constantly surrounds us. I don’t give a damn about our fathers and who they are or their petty arguments.

We move in a rhythm we’ve perfected this summer. Our bodies are entangled, hearts racing. I feel myself inching closer and closer to that delicious release, begging him not to stop.

“Say it again,” he growls against my neck.

I’m lost in a world of bliss.

“Say what, Dante?”

“Tell me now,” he commands, voice dark and heavy with pleasure.

“I love you.”

“Again.”

“I love you, Dante.”

I know the words will send him over the edge. He proves me right.

He loses control, driving deeper and harder into me. My name is on his lips like a sacred promise.

“I love you, too,” he breathes, as we both reach our release.

Hours later, satisfied and sore, I stretch across Dante’s bed. His dark eyes follow my every move, that familiar smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

“You have a staring problem, you know that?” I tease, running my fingers through my silky raven hair.

“I just can’t believe you’re mine.” His voice, soft and vulnerable, gives me pause.

He leans down, brushing a kiss against my hair. For a moment, everything is utterly perfect.

Until it isn’t.

The door slams open, tearing a scream from my throat as Dante shoots to his feet. My stomach plummets when Rocco storms in, eyes wild.

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