Chapter 225
POV: Aria
Their lips never left me after that first kiss. Enzo’s mouth was still warm against mine when Matteo tugged me closer and – caught my check in his palm, brushing his lips against my jaw. Dante’s hand held steady at my waist, grounding me while he leaned down to press a kiss to the hollow of my throat. It was dizzying, the
way they passed me back and forth like 1 belonged to all of them. Each kiss landed softer than I expected. Their hands were firm on my body but careful, as if I were breakable glass, and that gentleness lit something deep inside me. It was not their usual roughness, not the hunger I had grown used to. This was slower, sweeter, as if they were savoring me. And against all reason, I smiled into their mouths, smiling even as my body shook with need.
I clung to them, desperate not to let go. My fingers curled into the fabric of their shirts, holding tight like they were the only thing keeping me standing. My feet barely touched the floor before Dante bent and lifted me fully into his arms. I gasped, startled, but his strength was steady and unyielding, and I relaxed into his chest. Matteo and Enzo walked on either side of us, stealing little kisses at my temple, my cheek, even the corner of my lips whenever Dante tilted me toward them. The world of the basement fell behind us step by step, the cold and heavy air fading until we reached the warmth of the upstairs hall.
Dante laid me carefully on the bed, his body hovering above mine without pressing me down. He looked at me like he was measuring every breath I took. Matteo slid onto the mattress at my left side, Enzo at my right, their presence caging me in without walls. I could feel them everywhere, their heat and their strength and their breath against my skin.
The teasing began slow. Dante’s shadow covered me, his weight not crushing but firm, steady, like he could hold me in place with nothing but his gaze. Matteo lowered his mouth to the line of my jaw, lips dragging down to my collarbone, where he sucked lightly until a small sound escaped me. Enzo mirrored him on the other side, his teeth grazing me just enough to make my breath catch. Their mouths were hot, deliberate, each kiss a mark of possession. I squirmed beneath them, my body caught between heat and need, until every nerve felt alive and aching.
It became too much. I wanted more. My hands shook as I reached up, fumbling with the buttons of Dante’s shirt. My fingers tugged at the fabric, desperate for the feel of his skin beneath my palms. For a second I thought he would let me, but then his hands caught mine. He pressed my wrists into the mattress, firm but not painful. His voice came low, almost rough, but unyielding. “No.”
I blinked up at him, stunned. “Why?” My voice came out breathless, sharp with confusion.
His gaze was steady, his tone almost scolding but still warm. “You are not healed. You are not ready.”
Matteo brushed a hand over the bandage on my head, his fingers gentle as a whisper. “You still wear this,” he said softly. “We will not touch you the way you want until it is gone.”
Enzo’s voice was lower, heavy with restraint. “We will not risk hurting you. Not now. Not like this.”
Their words burned and cooled me all at once. Frustration rose hot in my chest. I huffed, glaring at them, my lips pushing into a pout I could not stop. “You already made me feel this way, and now you want me to just forget it?” My voice cracked between anger and pleading.
I tried to arch my hips, pressing against Dante’s weight, seeking friction, any relief at all. I dragged my hands over their chests, fingers curling against the hard lines of muscle, trying to coax them. But all I heard was laughter, soft and teasing.
“Look at her,” Matteo chuckled, brushing his–thumb over my bottom lip. “So desperate she thinks she can seduce us.
“Cute,” Enzo murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Our little troublemaker.”
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Chapter 225
“Heat rushed to my face. Their amusement only made the aclie worse, I snapped. Then leave me. If you are not foll
give me what I want, just go.”
Not one of them moved. Dante’s hand came to my chin, firm fingers tilting my face until his dark eyes filled my sight. Hi voice was low, commanding but warm. “No. We will not leave you. We are not finished. But we will not give you everything yet. When the doctor says you are healed, when you are strong again, then you will have us. All of us.”
The weight of his words stole my breath. My body trembled beneath him, half in need and half in surrender.
Then their voices dropped lower, one by one, circling me with words instead of hands. Dante’s mouth brushed the edge of my ear as he told me in quiet detail how he would take me once I was ready, how he would not stop until I was crying his name. Matteo’s tone was darker, promising that when the time came he would not let me sleep, that he would push me until I begged for mercy. Enzo admitted with a groan how long he had held back, how many nights he had thought of me and had to bite his tongue, how much it had cost him to wait.
Every promise lit fire under my skin. My body shivered, my heart raced, and still they did not touch me. They made me imagine it, made me ache for it, until I was trembling on the edge of something I could not reach.
By the time they fell quiet, I was left breathless, half annoyed and half delirious with want. They pressed soft kisses over my face, gentler now, almost soothing, before settling around me on the bed. Their arms curled protectively around my body, warm and strong, sealing me in.
I closed my eyes against the heat of my own desire, their voices echoing in my mind, their promises burning like fire in the dark. And slowly, tangled in their warmth, I drifted into sleep.
