Page 12 of Merciless Monster

“No, but I am thankful for the way the silky material outlines every one of your perfect curves,” he teases, running his hand through my cascading hair.

“Oh, that,” I giggle.

“You are very sexy, American Mia,” Dante says, running his finger down my back, causing a storm of goosebumps wherever his skin touches mine.

It’s too late to turn back now. I couldn’t stop this volcano brewing inside me even if I wanted to. Every fiber of my being is screaming out for this man to take me. The sound is positively deafening.

“Your hair smells like wildflowers,” he whispers before he kisses my neck.

My head is swimming. I’m dizzy with delight and anticipation. My body is warm all over. The dull ache of desire grows steadily with every breath. I must have him. I deserve this. No one will know. No one will judge me. I’m in a strange land with a stranger. I’ve been a good girl all my life and look where it’s gotten me. I’m twenty-five years old and I’m alone.

“It’s bergamot, jasmine, and lilies,” I groan, struggling to speak over the noise in my head.

“It’s fantastic.”

I close my eyes and focus on the trail Dante’s blazing across my body with his fingers. His touch is so unexpectedly delicate. I’m trembling.

“Are you cold?” he whispers.

“A little,” I lie.

“We’d better warm you up then,” he says, takes my hand, and leads me up the staircase.

We’re in a bedroom now. There’s a fireplace against one of the walls. Dante leaves me standing in the middle of the room for a moment, walks over to it, and flips a switch. A fire roars to life, bathing the room in its soft, amber hues.

“Better?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Come here. Stand next to the heat,” he commands gently.

I do as he asks. The large room becomes smaller the closer I am to Dante. He’s larger than life now, surrounding me with his presence. The object of my desire reaches for me and wraps me in a passionate embrace. I melt into him, effortlessly.

Dante’s kiss is sweet. His lips cover mine while his tongue darts around playfully inside my hungry mouth.

“I want you,” he coos.

Is he asking for my permission? Dante doesn’t seem like the type of man who needs approval from anyone. He simply goes after what he wants. That’s my impression of him, anyway. His eyes, though, are searching mine.

I cannot bring myself to say the words so instead I start to unbutton his shirt. I’m afraid that if I speak, I’ll break the spell and all this will disappear into vapor. I close my eyes again as he kisses me with such urgency that my legs have difficulty holding me upright.

Dante must sense this because he picks me up and carries me to the bed the moment I free him from his shirt. Now it’s my turn to feast. He steps away, unzips his pants, and allows the garment to fall to the floor. My eyes turn immediately to my prize. He’s magnificent!

I want so desperately to leap off the bed and run my fingers over his perfect form, but I don’t. I wait patiently and watch. Dante is in excellent shape. His torso is ripped, his broad shoulders dreamy. I have to touch him. I have to.

“Come here,” I whisper.

Dante grins and takes off his underwear, freeing his erection for me to see. I breathe in deeply. I’ve never been so turned on as I am at this moment. My lover watches my eyes. He’s pleased with my reaction to him. I can tell.

He moves slowly toward me, reaches under my dress, and pulls my wet panties off. I’m swollen and tight with excitement. Dante slides his finger inside my core. The sensation is earth shatteringly pleasurable. This man knows his way around the female anatomy.

I whimper as he teases me with his touch. I’m trembling all over. I close my eyes and relax against the pillow while I allow Dante free reign. Now he’s pleasuring me with his tongue. I moan out loud as he moves against me.

I don’t want this to end. It’s too delicious. My lover pulls away from me while I pull my dress off over my head. I’m completely naked now. Naked and desperate for him.

Dante gets onto his knees onto the bed. He takes in my nakedness from his vantage point.

“You are exquisite,” he says, breathing hard.

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