Falling

13 | Alternate Ending Story Branch

A/N

This was once a PAID chapter. It is just an ALTERNATE / WHAT IF ending to the last chapter. It did not *really* happen. Just purely some bonus content. If you wish to not get confused, please skip to chapter 14.

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His lips were brutal. His kiss was suffocating and intoxicating. My hands tightened in his hair and I moved my lips against him just as hard. My body reacted to his touch as he tightened his arm around my waist, bringing me impossibly close. It felt euphoric and warm, a mix I was willing to break rules for.

He continued his assault to the corner of my mouth and trailed his kiss along my jawline to the apex of my neck. My eyes kept shut tight as I relished in the feeling that his lips had left along my skin. Shifting my hand from behind his head, I bring it to the side of his face, pulling him back towards my mouth. My thoughts were clouded with need and my body full of aching desire. He immediately met my lips again. I was lost in everything he was at this moment.

I felt his body move me against the wall. My body flushed against his, leg in between his own. My heart was racing, my skin ablaze as if it wanted to consume me. I felt the pure power of his muscular body against my own curvier one. I felt his need through the bulge in his pants that rested against my hip bone, a reminder both of us tilting on a very dangerous ledge.

​​    "Fuck," he says while breaking the kiss.

"Fuck Amelia." He's panting heavily now. His eyes hooded and filled with lust, I smile back at him.

At this moment nothing matters, nothing at all besides the feeling of him pressed up against me and the broken sense of reason. All rationale thoughts leave my mind assumingly along with his own. We relish the feeling of breaking the tension that was impossibly thick.

    "What are we doing," I ask but make no move to break apart from his embrace. We don't look away, both of us focus on the other and I can't help but let myself soak him in. This night has been something of a tease and misfortune at the hands of the man in front of me.

"Don't ask questions you already know the answer to Amelia." I had never seen Dante quite out of character but at this moment all he saw was me and it left my skin ablaze. His eyes hooded and dark with desire, panting with need. I liked him like this, uncontrolled, raw and real. He leans down once more, bringing his lips a millimeter from my own, my heart starts to race sevreal beats faster. The feverish anger from earlier simmering into something more primal.

"Fuck," he said while breaking the kiss.

We both look at one another, heated gazes and heavy breathing. He's close enough to where I can hear every breath he takes and feel the warmth that radiates from him. His lips are forbidden and this moment damned but I find myself wanting more. I find myself seeking out a night of no regrets.

I find myself wanting him.

"Say the words and I'll bring you through the right door tonight." He all but groans into my ear. All my senses are focused on him, every ounce of my body is absolutely alive and I hate myself for it. But not enough to stop.

I've spent my entire life up until this point running, fighting and wishing for a better future. I've stayed far away from taking risks and living on the edge of a dangerous cliff as best I could. Dante Brown was a dangerous cliff and as much as he made my blood boil, in this moment he made it sizzle alive.

The moment his lips touched mine tonight, my mind sobered. Cleared as if it wanted me to make a conscious decision about where I want to take this. We're both adults, both had a few drinks, but both of us sober and clear headed enough to push and bend that drawn line on the ground.