I can't take it anymore. "Fine," I relent.
Dante freezes. "Say it- clearly," he murmurs huskily.
"You can-" My voice falls to a whisper. "You can take me. But not here-"
Dante's already rising out of the bath, carrying me with him. He sets me down just long enough for me to wrap myself in a towel, and then he whisks me back up again, clothes over one arm, and strides out of the bathroom. I've covered my burning face with my hands. I don't want to know if anyone is here to see this right now.
Dante opens the door and nearly tosses me onto the bed. My bed, I realize, and suddenly understand why he chose to come here last night as well.
He turns around to close the door. "Are you sure you won't regret this?" he asks.
I nod, forgetting he can't see me. I take a deep breath before I answer. "I won't regret it."
"Good." He whirls around and climbs onto me, hands already exploring my still-wet body as he consumes me with a kiss. Finally, I let myself respond in kind, gripping the base of his head to pull him closer. He groans in response, pressing into me, and I explore him with my hands, feeling his back muscles flex underneath my fingers. I take my time touching him, this time, searching for his most sensitive spots.
But he finds mine first, trailing his mouth down to my neck as he teases my nipple. I feel him smile when I buck under him with a moan, and he slides even lower. He swirls his tongue around my breast, sharp teeth lightly brushing against my nipple, eliciting more sounds from me.
I lift my leg and draw my foot along the inside of his thigh. He lets out a moan and grinds against me, then looks to me with hot eyes.
"Are you ready? I'm not usually this impatient, but-" Dante grips my hip with one hand and pulls my hair back with the other. I gasp and arch in response. "But I've waited so long already."
I can already feel my hips gyrating under him, and I nod breathlessly.
He guides his hips to mine and slowly pushes into me. I can't help but let out a long moan as I feel him fill me.
He groans and grips my wrists on either side of me, pinning me down. "God," he grunts, pumping in and out, "you feel so-" He lets out a moan of his own, and starts thrusting harder into me.
I cling to his hands as he pushes deeper and deeper, letting out whimpers of pleasure with every breath. He releases my hands and grips my thighs instead, yanking me up to him and holding me in place as he relentlessly pounds into me. It's all I can do to clutch at the blankets, the pillows, anything, as the pleasure inside me mounts to unbelievable heights.
He pushes my legs down over me, pinning me with my own body as the thrusts into me faster and faster. His face is wrought with pleasure, but his eyes never leave my face. My moans grow louder and higher, and he growls in pleasure as he leans even deeper, pushing into me at just the right angle. I can't keep my eyes open, and just cling to his arms, flexed tight on either side of me as he drives roughly into me. His hand moves to grip my waist as he unleashes even faster thrusts, leaving me a gasping, moaning, panting mess. After a few beautifully agonizing minutes, I feel my body start to crest, and I buck up into him, pressing myself into his thrusts. He gasps in response, and sits up to grab my hips again, his body shuddering as he jerks into me uncontrollably, pushing in as deeply as possible. I clap my hand over my mouth to muffle my sound as I climax, my whole body shuddering, and at that moment I feel his warmth fill me as he curls over me with a long erotic groan of his own.
We both stay there for a moment, panting, until he finally pulls out of me and I sag onto the bed. Dante leans over me and pulls my head to his for a long, deep kiss before sighing and laying down next to me.