Page 83 of Twisted Obsession

‘Lights off.’ I spoke and the dim stateroom plunged into darkness.

With her lying on my chest, and her legs either side of my body, I held her hips and pushed my semi erect cock back inside, craving the connection I was already missing.

‘Dante?’ she questioned without lifting her head, in a voice that was barely there.

‘Shhhh, I just missed you,’ I cajoled, as I wrapped an arm protectively around her and moved her long hair away from her face with my other hand, before placing another kiss to the top of her head.

‘Are you okay?’ I whispered.

‘I am… so tired.’ I could hear the smile in her voice and smiled in return.

‘Then sleep, amore mio.’

Lying there in the dark, having taken back the life I wanted for myself, I pondered on how I was going to keep hold of it. Her breathing levelled out and instantaneously, I felt as sleep took her away.

I squeezed my eyes shut there and then as I tightened my hold on her and prayed for God’s mercy. Knowing that I would do whatever I had to do, I hoped that for the rest of our lives only sleep would ever take her away from me again.

Chapter Fifteen

Giovanna

Extending one arm, I felt the luxurious sheet beneath me, and shifted my body ever so slightly. Muscles that I’d never really known existed before ached and some sensitive parts on my body tingled. I smiled to myself as his cologne drifted up from the bedding beneath me and the realisation of where I was came flooding back to me.

‘Dante.’ I tried his name, loving the way it felt to be able to say it out loud, even though I’d said it quietly not wanting to disturb him.

Oh no! What’s the time?

I curbed the sudden panic building inside me, but unable to answer the question in my head, I focussed everything on what I could see and hear. It didn’t help that the glass inside the windows around his cabin had been turned opaque for our privacy. There was no clock that I could see, but I could hear at least one voice talking nearby.

It must be one of his guards.

Happy with that explanation, I moved my other arm out behind me, expecting to feel his warm body lying beside me. When I didn’t find him and could stretch my arm out no further, I listened again.

So quiet.

‘Dante?’ I spoke his name, louder this time and still received no response.

Awareness hit me; I was alone.

Suddenly, all of me was moving. Grasping the top sheet to me, I rolled myself over and sat up, before concentrating all my senses on my surroundings. In the muted light that encircled me, I could make out remnants of our night together. My dress was on the top of the chair I was certain he’d thrown it on. Moving, I looked over the edge of the bed, and after waiting for my eyes to adjust, I ran my eyes along the length of the floor until I found my engagement ring. Inhaling rapidly in response, I shelved the sudden wave of guilt I was hit with.

‘They’re all my things.’ Threatened with an impending anxiety attack, I sat up quickly and after placing a hand over my heart, I concentrated on my breathing until the threat began to die back down.

‘I didn’t imagine it,’ I stated in a low tone to only myself.

In the years we’d been apart, he had featured in many of my dreams and even in a few of my nightmares, the ones where I’d woken up with my eyes sore and my own tears dried on my cheeks. But even though I’d fought to hold on to his presence in the cold light of day, within seconds I had always managed to work out that he had only existed inside my head. Moving my fingers closer to my face, I could still smell his cologne on my hands, and I knew I hadn’t imagined him being here with me, touching me, loving me.

‘You’re ridiculous,’ I accused.

Running my hands over my bare skin, I could feel every place he’d touched, and even the exact area he’d sank his teeth into my shoulder as he marked me as his. Clenching my core muscles, I could still feel Dante inside me. And that was how I’d fallen asleep.

‘Where are you?’ Crawling on all fours, I made my way to the end of the bed and looked down to the floor. His clothes were gone, but looking around me I could see what I thought were his clothes from yesterday neatly folded on top of one of the cabinets.

‘So, you’re a neat freak, it must be the army training.’ I smiled at my newly gathered knowledge of the man.

The voice I’d heard before sounded again. It seemed to be coming from the corridor outside, and this time I recognised it.

Dante.

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