"Not a chance. Being with you is the only part of my reality that makes any sense."
She smiled. "That's funny, because you're the part of mine that makes everything a mess."
"I don't know about that," he said. "Have you looked at this apartment? It's a fucking disaster."
She nudged him in the side, careful not to hit his still tender wound. Grabbing her wrist to stop her, he poked her right back, eliciting a squeal from her as she jolted, sitting straight up.
He pulled her closer. "There's nobody else here, you know… nobody who can see us."
"I know," she whispered.
His gaze trailed along her mouth as his own lips twitched with a small smirk. His eyes flickered to meet hers, the glint in them enough to make Gabriella shiver. She wasn't sure how to describe it, the way he looked at her. It felt a lot like hunger, like he would eat her up if she weren't careful.
Leaning over, he kissed her then, softly at first before turning passionate. He nipped at her lips, letting go of her wrist, one hand grasping the back of her neck while the other rested on her hip. Gabriella wrapped her arms around him, running her fingers through his hair. Something came over her as he pulled her even closer, dragging her onto his lap.
"Fuck," he growled, breaking the kiss to look down. Both hands settled on her knees before running up her thighs, grasping ahold of the white t-shirt when he reached it. Gabriella lifted her arms, her breath hitching when he yanked the shirt over her head. He dropped it on the couch beside them, his gaze going right to her breasts.
He captured a nipple with his mouth, his tongue circling it as his hand drifted between them, sliding along the black lace separating them. She moaned, tossing her head back when he started rubbing. Oh God.
He knew exactly what to do, where to touch, which buttons to push. She was panting and squirming before his fingers even slid beneath the flimsy material. He stroked her clit, sending jolts of electricity through her.
It came on fast, a sudden rush of pleasure sweeping through her. "Oh God, I'm going to—uh!"
She couldn't even say the word.
Dante caressed her, not letting up until her muscles relaxed again. He kissed along her chest, cupping her center, as he whispered, "Another benefit to my friendship."
Gabriella laughed. "That might be my favorite."
"There's more where that one came from, if you're interested."
"Oh, I'm definitely interested," she whispered, pressing small pecks against his lips, kissing the corners of his mouth before working her way along his jawline, grazing against the scruff. Reaching between them, she fumbled with his belt, doing just enough to release him from his pants. Fisting him, she stroked a bit. He was already hard, pulsating in her palm as she ran her thumb along the head.
He groaned, wrapping his hand around hers, stroking himself harder than she'd done. With his other hand, he reached into his pocket, retrieving a condom.
"You carrying your own now?" she asked when he tore the wrapper open with his teeth. "Expecting this to happen?"
"More like hoping for it," he said, moving her hand to roll on the condom. "I don't expect anything, but damn if I don't want it."
She couldn't fault him for that. He wasn't the only one who wanted it. She shouldn't, but she did. She wanted him, all of him, everything to do with him. She wanted him in her and on her and all around her, lighting up the gloom with his smile and breaking the monotony with his chaos, making her feel all those things she shouldn't be feeling.
God, she craved it.
Pushing her underwear aside, she sunk down on him, sighing as he filled her. Dante rested his head against the couch, his hands on the small of her back as she rode him. Slowly, at first, grinding against his lap, savoring the look on his face. Jaw slack, eyes closed, his tongue ran across his bottom lip, wetting it. It was a look of agonizing pleasure, a beautiful kind of torture, the kind he seemed to welcome.
Eventually, she increased her pace, coming down on him harder, faster, her breath hitching when he filled her deeply. His eyes opened, gaze on her as his hands ran up her back. Gripping her shoulder blades, he pulled her down on him harder as he bucked his hips, thrusting up to meet her.