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I shifted my body, pushing him back enough that I could turn around and face him. He lowered his arms so they were still braced against the door but on either side of my head.

“Have you missed me?”

“Every fucking minute we’ve been apart.”

I lifted my hand and cupped his face. Then I wrapped my arms around his strong torso and hugged him for all I was worth. Slowly, he lowered his hands and hugged me back. We held each other for a long time before I cleared my throat and let him go.

“Let me get dressed then we’ll talk,” he said.

“Wait. I need to know, Dante. Were you seeing Ava when she died? Was she making a blanket for you?"

His expression went taut. "I never touched Ava. Never wanted to, never would. But she told me things..."

"What?" I pressed.

He took a deep breath. "She shared secrets. Things I can't reveal unless there's a connection to her death. But I promise, it's not about me dating her.”

I searched his eyes, seeing the sincerity in them.

“Okay,” I said. In that case…

In one swift move, I tugged at his towel, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud.

Chapter 67

Camille

Before the towel even hit the floor, Dante pushed me up against the door and kissed me. The kiss was hungry, desperate, and all-consuming. His hand found the back of my head, fingers intertwining with my hair and pulling slightly, causing me to gasp into his mouth. His other hand slipped around the front of my throat, not squeezing, just holding, showing his control.

All too soon, he pulled away. “You should know. There's a harder side to me. It comes out, especially when I fuck.”

The declaration sent a thrill down my spine. "Show me," I said.

“Have you fucked Kage yet?”

My face burned but I refused to look away. “Yes.”

“Good,” he said. “Then I don’t have to hold back.” He trailed his lips down my neck. "Tell me if it's too much," he ordered.

“It won’t be.”

He chuckled, a sound filled with pure male satisfaction. "We’ll see."

My hands moved over him, tracing his muscles and his tattoos, my lips and tongue soon following the same path. Dante's groans of pleasure spurred me on. He pulled at the hem of my shirt, his hands skimming my sides before settling on my hips, fingers digging in just enough to show his strength. The contrast of his roughness with his control drove me wild.

He cupped my ass and lifted me, and I automatically wrapped my legs around his waist. He turned and strode into the kitchen where he put me down on the counter. He pried my thighs apart and stepped between them.

I pushed on his chest, and when he stepped back, I reached for the thick length of him. Swiftly, he gripped my wrist with surprising force. I thought he meant to stop me, but instead he guided my hand to his cock. When I gripped him, he covered my hand with his and dragged it up and down. He groaned and a surge of satisfaction flowed through me. But before I could get into a rhythm, he tugged my hand away.

With a speed I hadn't anticipated, he undressed me. When I was naked, he stepped back. His eyes wandered over me before he cupped my tits with both hands, his fingers rough and calloused. He teased my nipples until they hardened into tight peaks. When he bent down to take one into his mouth, sucking strongly, my whole body bucked with pleasure. He moved from one breast to the other until my nipples were red and sore.

When his hand moved between my thighs, Dante's dark eyes locked onto mine. “You’re fucking drenched.”

"Please," I whimpered. The need in my voice was undeniable.

He smirked, obviously reveling in the control he held over me. "Please what?" His voice was a low growl, challenging me, forcing me to voice my desires.

"Please touch me," I gasped out.

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