Chapter 83: ONE LAST TIME

MIA

I was either crazy or incredibly horny and it was probably the second. I didn't tell Yuna about the first encounter and after he left, I was barely able to concentrate on anything because of how horny I was.

I was probably ovulating.

That's what led to a stupid decision tonight. I left my window open on purpose. I knew he would be watching so he would see the silent invitation. Now, I sat in the dark, heart racing as I waited for him.

A little past midnight, I had started to lose hope when I heard my window creak open. He slipped inside silently, pausing for a moment and then closed the window behind him, barely making a sound.

I was already sitting up in bed, staring at him.

He silently walked to me, the faint city light outlining his silhouette which made even more heat pool between my legs. Yuna's walls were very thin so I knew I would have to be quiet with whatever comes next.

I didn't even need to say anything for him to know why I had practically summoned him here.

Dante stopped at the edge of the bed. For a long moment he simply looked at me, eyes dark and unreadable. Then he reached out, brushing a strand of hair from my face with surprising gentleness.

“Be quiet,” he whispered, voice barely audible. “Not a sound.”

I nodded, throat tight.

He climbed onto the bed, kneeling between my legs, and slowly pulled the covers down. My sleep shirt rode up as he settled over me, but he didn’t remove it. Instead, he pushed it higher, exposing my breasts, then leaned down and kissed me.

I moaned as his tongue moved slowly against mine.

He took his time while one of his hand slid down my body. He cupped my breast, thumb brushing the nipple until it tightened. I bit my lip hard, pulling away from him as I tried to stay silent but my breathing was so loud I hoped she wouldn't hear.

Yuna would be so disappointed to see this.

One last time. I promised myself. This will not repeat itself.

As if he sensed my thoughts, he smiled wickedly then moved lower, kissing my neck, collarbone and then he got to my breast where he took the stiff nipple into his mouth. Hsi wet mouth wa sos welcoming that I arched, a tiny whimper escaping From my throat which I quickly swallowed down on.

His hand continued to move downward, slipping under my panties and then he used two fingers to part and stroke my slick flods, teasing my entrance for a moment which made my breath hitch an dthen he went to circling my clit with maddening slowness.

I trembled, hips twitching, but he kept the pressure light, building me up without letting me get close.

Minutes passed like that with his mouth sucking and licking my breast while hs fingers teased me.  Every time my breathing changed and my thighs started to shake, he pulled back just enough to deny me. The first denial left me panting, frustrated tears pricking my eyes.

He kissed my temple. “Not yet,” he breathed against my skin. “You don’t get to come until I say so because you have been so stubborn lately.”

I nodded desperately, biting my lip harder.

He continued the torture. This time he slid one finger inside me, curling it gently against my g-spot while his thumb rubbed my clit. The dual sensation was devastating. I gripped the sheets, hips rocking against his hand, chasing the pleasure he kept just out of reach. When I got close again, trembling on the edge, he withdrew completely, leaving me empty and aching.

A frustrated tear slipped down my cheek. He kissed it away, then kissed me deeply, swallowing my silent plea.

“Shh,” he whispered. “I know. I’ve got you.”

He kept me there for what felt like forever — fingers inside me, mouth on my breasts, tongue and teeth teasing my nipples, then pulling away every time I got close. My body was a live wire, every nerve screaming, slick dripping down my thighs onto the sheets. I was shaking, silently begging with my eyes, but he remained mercilessly controlled.

Finally, after the third denial left me sobbing quietly into his shoulder, he kissed me softly.

“Now,” he murmured against my lips. “Come for me, Mia. Quietly.”

He pushed two fingers deep inside me, curling them perfectly while his thumb pressed firm circles on my clit. I came hard, biting down on his shoulder to muffle my cry as pleasure exploded through me in blinding waves. My walls clenched rhythmically around his fingers, slick gushing around his hand as I shook uncontrollably. He kept stroking me through it, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until I was limp and gasping against him.

He held me close afterward, fingers still buried inside me, kissing my damp forehead, my cheeks, my lips. His voice was soft and tender.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “So perfect for me.”

I clung to him, still trembling, the thin wall between us and Yuna’s room feeling paper-thin. He stayed like that for a long time, fingers gently moving inside me, soothing me as I came down.

When my breathing finally evened out, he kissed me once more, then carefully withdrew his fingers. He brought them to his mouth, licking them clean while watching me with dark, satisfied eyes.

Then he pulled the covers over us both and held me tight against his chest, like he never wanted to let go.

Neither of us spoke for a while.

By the time the sun hit my eyes and I opened them, he was gone.

That would not happen again… I hope.