Chapter 34 Chapter 34
Lily
We share the same bed last night, yet something always holds Dante back. It’s not hesitation or disinterest—I feel it in the way he touches me, in the quiet storm behind his eyes. There’s a wall between us, invisible but present, and neither of us speaks of it.
This morning, the soft golden light slips through the sheer curtains as I turn toward him. He’s asleep—or so I think. I press a light kiss to his cheek.
His eyes flutter open instantly, as if he sleeps half-awake, forever on guard. Dante isn’t the kind of man who fully lets himself go, not even in sleep.
“Good morning, sunshine,” he whispers, voice thick and gravelly with sleep.
“Good morning,” I reply, curling into him. His arms wrap around me, firm and protective, like he’s afraid I might vanish if he doesn’t hold me close enough.
“What’s the plan for today?” I murmur, my voice muffled against his chest.
He thinks for a moment, eyes still half-closed. “Hmm…” he hums, then looks down at me. “I was thinking we could go shopping, grab some street food… and then maybe sit by the beach for a while.”
His lips find mine in a slow, tender kiss—unhurried, unrushed. There’s still that unspoken thing between us, but in this moment, wrapped in each other’s warmth, it feels like maybe we don’t need all the answers just yet.
Damn he is so hard I can feel him. Dante lets out a breath, low and husky. “Lily…” he whispers, his voice catching as my fingers trail down, slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers.
“What?” I whisper back with a soft giggle, teasing him gently.
I run my hand up and down on his dick and I can feel his muscles tighten beneath my touch.
Before I can even ask why, Dante slips out of bed and moves quickly toward his luggage, the early morning light brushing over his bare back. I sit up, clutching the sheet to my chest, watching him with a curious smile tugging at my lips.
He rummages through the zippered pockets of his bag, focused and determined, like whatever he’s looking for is something he should’ve given me long ago.
“What are you doing?” I call softly.
“You’ll see,” he replies without looking back, a glint of mischief in his voice.
He removes a vibrator, “I bought this especially for you, sunshine.”
My lips parts and I don’t say anything. He kneels on the bed in front of me and slowly slides my panties down. He gently presses the pink vibrator against me, then slowly pushes it inside, his eyes locked on mine. He switches it on, and a sudden pulse makes me gasp, my body reacting instantly to the sensation.
Before I can say a word, he presses my panties gently between my lips, silencing my gasp, and pins my wrists to the mattress with his strong hands.
He locks eyes with me, his gaze dark and teasing. “Yes, sunshine?” he murmurs with a wicked smirk, amused by the muffled sounds escaping through the fabric between my lips.
Oh God, this thing is buzzing so intensely—pleasure rising, and I’m right on the edge. I try to scream, but Dante’s hand pins mine firmly to the mattress. I reach my climax, muffling my scream beneath the fabric.
“Feels good, honey?” Dante teases with a smirk.
Now I can’t hold back anymore—the intensity overwhelms me. Tears spill down my cheeks as my body trembles uncontrollably, shaking from the waves of pleasure.
He instantly remove the panties from my mouth. “You good?” he asks.
“I... I can’t take this anymore,” I manage to whisper before breaking into a desperate scream. Without hesitation, he pulls the toy out of me instantly.
He pulls me close, wrapping his arms around me to steady me. “Why are you crying?” he asks softly.
“I’m not crying,” I say, wiping away the tears. “It’s just... I couldn’t handle it all at once.” I give him a shaky half-smile.
“No,” he replies gently, brushing his lips against mine. “I think you handled it perfectly.”
The summer sun casts a warm glow over us as we step out, effortlessly matching the effortless elegance in our outfits. I'm dressed in a flowing white summer dress that dances softly around my knees with each step. The light fabric moves gently in the breeze, perfectly paired with crisp white shoes and a pair of oversized sunglasses that shield my eyes but not the subtle confidence in my stride. Golden jewelry glints at my wrists, ears, and collarbone—simple yet striking against the soft white of my dress, adding a touch of timeless charm.
Dante stands beside me, looking like he walked straight out of an Italian summer magazine. He wears a fitted navy blue polo that hugs his broad shoulders, tucked into clean white trousers that balance casual sophistication. His white shoes are spotless, and on his wrist gleams the diamond-studded watch I gave him for his birthday—its sparkle catching the sun with every move of his hand. Together, we look like we belong in a sun-drenched postcard of Sicily—effortlessly stylish, impossibly composed, and undeniably in sync.
“You good, sunshine?” he asks softly, concern etched in every word as he wraps an arm protectively around my waist.
I glance up at him and nod. “Yeah… I’m okay.”
“You’re sure?” His eyes search mine. “I didn’t force anything with the toy, did I?”
“No,” I say, a smile tugging at my lips. “You didn’t. I loved it.”
I reach up and gently trace my fingers along his jaw, brushing through his beard with a quiet tenderness.
"Do you want more of it?" he asks, his voice low and teasing.
I nod with a soft smile. "I’d love to."
A wicked smirk plays on his lips. “Okay, it’s good to know.”