Chapter 80
But then Dante’s voice broke through, commanding and steady. “We’re not done yet, sweetheart.”
I felt my heart stutter in my chest. He was still as controlled as ever, but I could hear the dark edge in his tone, the promise of something more. My body tensed, anticipation curling deep in my stomach, a mixture of excitement and uncertainty flooding me.
“You’ve given us so much,” Dante continued, his fingers sliding down my spine in a way that sent shivers rippling through me. “But now I need to taste you. Need to savor what we’ve built.”
The way he spoke sent a surge of heat through me, making my knees weak. The words were so commanding, so demanding, yet there was a gentleness in them too–like he was both claiming me and cherishing me all at once.
Enzo chuckled softly, his hand running through my hair. “I
nk she’s already feeling the anticipation, Dante. Look at her,” he teased, his eyes
dark and filled with a mixture of amusement and lust. “She’s practically trembling.”
Matteo smiled behind me, his fingers brushing down my arm in slow, deliberate motions. “She’s perfect, isn’t she?”
arm in ever
The praise washed over me again, but my mind was spinning, and every inch of my skin was sensitized. Dante’s words echoed in my mind–he wanted to taste me. And despite the soreness, despite the rawness of everything, I found myself wanting to give it to him. Wanting to be everything they needed me to be.
I swallowed, my throat dry, but I couldn
stop the quiet, breathless whisper that escaped
- me.
“Please.”
And with that single word, I knew that the game was just beginning.
I gasped as Dante’s mouth finally found me, his touch sending an electric shock through my body. The moment he touched me, everything else faded–there was only him, only his skillful movements and the way he knew exactly how to make me feel like I was falling apart, piece by piece. I could feel Enzo’s hands on my arms, gently holding me, guiding me, grounding me, as Matteo’s fingers caressed my back, his presence a steady pulse behind me.
“Dante…” Dante’s tongue was slow, deliberate, sending waves of heat rolling through my core. Each motion, each flick, pushed me closer to something I couldn’t name but craved with every part of me. His name barely escaped my lips, a breathless gasp.
Enzo chuckled softly beside me, his voice low and teasing. “You’re so good for us, Aria. Look at you. Giving us everything we want.” His words were like a spark, each syllable stoking the fire inside me, feeding the tension building between my legs.
Matteo leaned in, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, control with you.”
so fucking perfect, baby. So tight, so sweet. You make me want to lose
I couldn’t stop the whimper that left my throat, my body trembling under their combined touch. Dante’s mouth was working me expertly, pushing me further toward the edge, and yet, every touch from Matteo and Enzo was like a wave crashing against me, driving me to the brink.
“You’re close, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Dante’s voice was rough against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. He pulled back for just a moment, his eyes meeting mine with that intense, dark gaze. “Don’t hold back. Let go.”
And with those words, I couldn’t help myself. The pressure inside me shattered, and I came undone, my body trembling violently, as their hands and mouths continued to guide me through the overwhelming sensation. My heart raced, my body ached, but in the most intoxicating way. They were right. I was giving myself to them, and I wanted nothing more.
