We reached my room, Dante still carrying me. He gently opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind us with a soft click. He put me down carefully, his hands lingering on my waist.
"Turn around," he commanded softly.
I turned, feeling the weight of his gaze on me. He slowly unzipped my dress, letting it fall from my shoulders to my waist. His fingers traced delicate patterns on my back, sending shivers down my spine. I felt him pull me closer, his breath warm against my neck as he sniffed my hair, inhaling the scent of my perfume.
His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he continued to unzip my dress until it fell to the ground in a soft pool around my feet. The air in the room seemed to thicken, charged with unspoken words and emotions.
Dante's hands remained on my bare skin, tracing light, comforting circles. "You look beautiful," he whispered, his voice husky.
I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch, feeling a confusing mix of emotions. His presence was overwhelming, making me feel safe and vulnerable at the same time. His actions were tender, so unlike the harshness I had come to expect.
"Dante..." I began, but he shushed me gently.
"I miss you, Elena," he confessed, his voice barely audible. "More than I want to admit."
Before I could respond, his lips were on mine, fierce and demanding. He kissed me with a passion that left me breathless, his hands roaming over my body as if trying to memorize every curve and line. I melted into him, my own hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer.
He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the bed and laying me down gently. His eyes burned with an intensity that made my heart race. He hovered over me, his breath hot against my skin as he trailed kisses down my neck and across my collarbone.
"Elena," he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with desire. "I can't stop thinking about you."
His hands continued their exploration, caressing my body with a mix of tenderness and urgency. I felt like I was on fire, every touch igniting a spark that threatened to consume me. I responded to his kisses with equal fervor, my own desire matching his.
He paused for a moment, looking into my eyes. "Tell me you want this," he demanded, his voice low and commanding.
"I want this," I whispered, my voice trembling with need.
That was all he needed. He captured my lips again, his kiss even more passionate than before. His hands moved to remove the rest of my clothing, and I did the same, our movements hurried and desperate. We were a tangle of limbs and heat, driven by a desire that had been building for far too long.
When he finally entered me, it was with a force that took my breath away. I gasped, clutching at his shoulders as he moved inside me, his rhythm intense and unrelenting. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, and I matched his pace, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
"Dante," I moaned, my nails digging into his back. "Don't stop."
He groaned in response, his movements becoming even more urgent. We were lost in each other, the rest of the world fading away. All that mattered was this moment, this connection that neither of us could deny. His thrusts became relentless, each one harder and deeper than the last, driving me to the brink of madness. My body trembled with the intensity, every nerve ending on fire as he filled me completely. My moans turned into desperate cries, the pleasure almost too much to bear. Each powerful movement sent shockwaves through me, my nails raking down his back, leaving marks of our frenzied passion.
"Yes, Dante, just like that," I gasped, my voice barely recognizable through the waves of ecstasy. He responded with a low, guttural growl, his eyes locked onto mine with a primal intensity.
I could feel the heat building between us, a raw, uncontainable force that threatened to consume us both. The sound of our bodies colliding, the ragged breaths, and my uncontrollable moans filled the room. The rhythm of his thrusts quickened, each one sending me spiraling closer to the edge.
"Don't stop," I begged, my voice a mixture of need and surrender. His grip on my hips tightened, his pace never faltering, driving me higher and higher. The pleasure was blinding, overwhelming, every thrust sending me deeper into a realm of pure, unadulterated bliss.
As the intensity reached its peak, I could no longer distinguish where he ended and I began. We were a single, pulsing entity, lost in the throes of passion. My body arched against his, a final, shattering cry escaping my lips as the world around us dissolved into a haze of ecstasy and release.
As we reached our peak, I cried out his name, my body shuddering with release. He followed soon after, his own climax sending him over the edge. We collapsed together, breathless and spent, tangled in each other's arms.
For a moment, we just lay there, the reality of what had just happened sinking in. He held me close, his breath still ragged against my skin. I felt a mix of emotions – love, confusion, and a deep, aching longing.
"Dante," I whispered, breaking the silence. "What does this mean?"
He sighed, pulling me even closer. "I don't know," he admitted. "But I do know that I can't let you go."
His words hung in the air, heavy with promise and uncertainty. As I lay in his arms, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for us. But for now, in this moment, I was content to just be with him, savoring the closeness that we had found once again.
While we were still wrapped in each other's arms, the door suddenly swung open. I didn't bother to get up. I was lost in the warmth and comfort of Dante's embrace.
"Dante, how could you!" Antonia's voice cut through the room, filled with rage.
Dante didn't seem bothered at all. His eyes remained on me, and I snuggled closer to him, finding comfort and safety in his arms.
"You'll regret this," Antonia spat, her voice dripping with venom. "I'll end you once and for all."
With that, she stormed out, slamming the door so hard it echoed through the castle. I buried my face in Dante's chest, my heart pounding from the confrontation. His arms tightened around me, and for the moment, I felt safe.