Page 115 of Theirs to Rule

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he rasped.

Before I could respond, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips, soft and sweet, so different from the fiery passion he had shown moments before. It was as if he was reminding me that this wasn’t just about desire—this was something deeper.

He undressed himself, and every muscle in his body rippled with strength as he moved. When he settled back over me, his skin hot against mine, I was lost in him, in the way he made me feel like the only woman in the world.

“I don’t deserve you,” he murmured against my neck, his lips tracing a path down to my collarbone.

I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer. “We deserve each other, Dante. I’m not going anywhere.”

With a growl of approval, Dante kissed me harder, his hands framing my face as he deepened the kiss. I felt the tension in his body, the need he was holding back, and it made me want him even more. His restraint was agonizing, but at the same time, it showed me how much he cared, how much he was willing to take his time with me, to make sure I knew exactly how he felt.

He took the time to put on a condom then positioned himself between my thighs. Slowly, he eased into me. Every touch was a promise, every kiss a vow that whatever came our way, we’d face it together. The world outside Dante’s bedroom faded away, and all that remained was us—two people, flawed and imperfect, but somehow perfect for each other in that moment.

When it was over, we lay tangled together, our breaths coming in slow, steady waves as we came down from the high of our connection. Dante’s hand traced lazy circles on my back, his touch soothing even as there was desperation to it, as if he still feared I’d somehow change my mind and walk away from him.

“How was your weekend?” he asked.

I blushed, thinking of Kage and that magic egg. “Um, it was good.”

Dante cocked a brow. “You spent it with Kage?”

I bit my lip and nodded. “For his birthday. Did you know he had an apartment in the city?”

Dante shook his head. “No, but I’m not surprised. Did he spoil you rotten?”

I hesitated. I wanted to be honest, but I felt embarrassed talking about my trip with Kage to Dante. With Kage, everything is extravagant. Making sure I’m looked after with his little—and sometimes not so little—gifts is his thing. While I love that about Kage, I’d never want Dante to feel bad that he couldn’t provide for me in the same way.

“You’re worried about making me feel bad? What did he buy you this time? A car?”

My cheeks got even redder. He wasn’t far off.

Dante threw back his head and laughed. “He seriously got you a car?”

“No, he got himself one,” I shot back defensively, before I confessed the truth. “…for me to use.”

“Don’t hide that kind of stuff. I want you to feel comfortable enough to tell me everything,” Dante told me. “Besides, I’ve got money. I’d like to spoil you too, you know.”

My gaze shot to him. “Really?”

He chuckled again. “Yes. And I’m not talking about drug money, either,” he added, as if reading my mind. “I made a few good investments years ago that paid off. So, you don’t haveto hide when you spend time with him, Camille, and you also don’t have to hide what he gives you, or what he does for you.” Dante lowered his hand and cupped it over my pussy. “I know he spends quite a lot of time here, and you don’t ever have to feel ashamed. He’s good about sharing, but if he ever changes his mind, tough. Like I said, I’m not giving you up.”

“He’s not changing his mind. He’s the one who encouraged me to reconsider and talk to you, Dante.”

Dante’s eyes widened. Then he let out a bark of laughter. “Looks like I owe the guy then.

I rolled my eyes. “How about you just focus on rewarding me for coming to my senses.”

He smiled and rested his chin on my chest, looking up at me boyishly. “Reward you with what? Hmm… let me think. Do you want me to show you what I learned in India? About Tantric practices?” He winced suddenly, as if realizing that he’d have had to “practice’ with someone, and I knew perfectly well he was talking about not just spiritual practices but sexual ones.

“I’m not jealous. I know you’re mine, Dante. Will you teach me?”

Slowly, he pulled me up until we were sitting across from each other on the bed.

“Tantric practices are about channeling energy. One of the key elements is eye gazing. It's where partners engage in prolonged eye contact, fostering a deep connection and intimacy without even touching."

I felt a flutter of nerves at the thought. "Okay, let's try it," I said, determined not to shy away from the experience. We started, and at first, I couldn't help but giggle, the intensity of his gaze making me feel exposed, vulnerable. He laughed, too, acknowledging the awkwardness of the moment.

But gradually, under Dante's gentle guidance, we found a rhythm. The laughter faded, replaced by a serene silence. Itwas as if the world around us had stilled, leaving nothing but the space between us. The initial awkwardness gave way to a profound sense of connection, and soon, our breath fell in line with each other.

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