DANTE’S POV
By the time I carried Helena to the bedroom, she was practically melting in my arms, her body trembling with the drugs that still coursed through her veins. She clung to me, her lips brushing against my neck, soft, breathy pleads spilling out.
“Dante… please… I need you. I need you so bad.”
Her voice was so quiet, so full of raw desire, that it nearly shattered my resolve. Every instinct inside me was screaming to take her, but I couldn’t. Not like this.
I had thrown her over my shoulder and carried her to the bedroom, gently setting her on the bed but she wouldn’t let me go for the love of God. Her red gown was bunched up around her hips, revealing smooth, exposed thighs that made my pulse quicken. She looked up at me through half-lidded eyes, her pupils dilated, swirling with need, and lust. Her dark hair spilled over her face, framing her flushed cheeks. God, she was a vision.
Suddenly, her hand reached for mine, her fingers brushing my wrist.
“Are you… gonna punish me?” she whispered, her words slurred, yet dripping with a teasing edge. “For running off with another man?”
My jaw tightened, a surge of frustration rippling through me. She was toying with me, thinking of how I’d spanked her earlier. Her lips curved into a sultry smile, her eyes dancing with defiance.
“I’ve been naughty, Dante. You should punish me… just like before. I’ve been a bad girl”
Fuck Helena
My control snapped for a split second as a low, guttural growl escaped my throat. Her nipples pressed against the fabric of her dress, her chest heaving as she arched into me, offering herself like a feast laid out on a golden platter. I could feel my cock throbbing painfully against my zipper, straining against the fabric, desperate for release.
She was tempting me-begging for it, practically pulling me into her dark, sinful web. But I wasn’t that man, and no matter how badly I wanted her, I wouldn’t touch her like this. Not when she was under the influence not with chains of her rules looming over us.
I leaned down, grabbing her chin, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes were hazy, lost in a drug-fueled haze.
“Helena ” frustration clawed at my chest “Not like this Helena, you’re not in your right mind”
She groaned, frustrated, writhing beneath me. “Dante… please…”
“Helena” I growled, releasing her and stepping back to regain control over the inferno burning inside me. My eyes raked over her one last time-the red gown that clung to her curves, the way her creamy thighs were spread just enough to make my imagination run wild and it was running wild and so far that I could barely control it.
“I’ll get you some water. Stay put,” I ordered, needing to put some distance between us before I lost myself completely.
When I returned with the water, my entire body tensed at the sight before me. Helena lay sprawled on the bed, her hand buried deep inside her panties, her back arched, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Her lips were parted, soft, breathy moans escaping as she touched herself.
The glass nearly slipped from my hand. “Fuck,” I groaned under my breath.
Her eyes fluttered open, hazy but focused on me as she pulled her hand from her panties, her legs shifting. She was undressed now, her luscious breast stared back at me with her pointy and rosy pink nipples practically begging me to taste them, my cock pulsated against my trousers, desperate to be inside her warmness.
She stood up from the bed and pulled me to her, and in a haze I followed her “Just this once” she pleaded desperately, as she wrapped her legs around my torso, pulling me toward her. Her hips pressed against mine, grinding just enough to make my head spin.
“I want you to touch me just like you did in my dreams”
Her words slammed into me, making my heart skip a beat. A dream? She’d been dreamin about me… fucking her?
Damn Helena, she’ll be death of me. All these while, she’d been dreaming about me?
The realization shot through me like a bolt of electricity, leaving me momentarily stunned. She was completely naked now, her body a masterpiece of temptation, her hands moving down her body with slow, languid strokes.
I clenched my fist in frustration before placing my hands on her waist to steady her and pull her away from me before I did things I know she’ll regret in the morning.
“How about we do it this way principessa how about you touch yourself for me” Her eyes widened slightly, but she complied and she slid her fingers down her drenched clit, she spread her pussy lips open to reveal her throbbing nub.
I could barely control the lust that washed over me, holding myself back, digging my nails into the softness of the blanket because if I wasn’t doing that, there was nothing holding back from taking her in the rawness of her desire for me.
“Just like that principessa don’t stop” I indulged her further when she looked at me through her eye lids as if asking me for approval.
I sucked in a hot breath when she drove her fingers further into her dripping wetness before pulling her fingers out and rubbing her clit in sensuous circles. Her moans were like a melody, escaping her lips and drifting to my ears and soon her body began to tremble as she neared a thunderous orgasm
“I want to come” she said as if pleading, and God it was the hottest thing I’d ever heard.
“Come for me principessa” the Italian rolled off my tongue smoothly and just like that her entire body lit on fire, her back arched off the bed and her body trembled as she came in quick rhythms. A loud moan erupted from her as she rode the high to a maddening frequency and I watching it all, etching on all corners of my brain.
She was going to be death of me, I swear it.