ECHOES OF US | 18+ ✔️

CHAPTER 15

MIA

As Danté exits the kitchen with the bottle of wine, I press my hands against the counter, my breaths coming in deep, shaky waves. My skin feels like it's aflame, my body trembling, and my heart pounding wildly in my chest. I'm brimming with elation, feeling an overwhelming urge to jump up and down, and let out a scream.

I can't believe he kissed me, and it was incredibly insatiable.

My fingers instinctively touch my lips, still tingling, as a smile grows on my face, impossible to contain. Then I remember the feel of his muscles rippling under my fingers as I caressed his abs and... oh my God, the sensation of his erection pressed against my belly.

Closing my eyes and covering my mouth with my hands, I try to stifle a moan as images of Danté naked and pressing his hardness inside me flood my mind. My panties are soaked, my core throbbing, and I can't help but squeeze my thighs together.

Oh, my God!

I'm going to hell.

"I forgot the corkscr—" Danté's voice echoes through the kitchen, making my eyes snap open, and lock with his ice grey gaze.

A flush of heat rises to my cheeks as I hastily remove my hands from my mouth, feeling as red as a tomato. His lips curl into a mischievous smirk, as if he can read the thoughts that just raced through my mind.

To make matters worse, he steps closer and asks, "You good?"

If only the earth could open up and swallow me right now.

With his intense gaze locked on me, makes it hard to find my voice. I swallow hard and nod, a gesture that's definitely a lie.

"Are you sure, bella?" he asks, his tone playful as he steps closer and closer. "'Cause your body's telling me that you're not."

I can no longer meet his gaze, and drop my eyes to my feet, nervously chewing on my lip. My veins blaze with searing heat, my core throbbing with an overwhelming intensity when he stops in front of me. With a tender touch, he lifts my chin, our eyes locking in a silent exchange, as if he is trying to unravel the secrets hidden in mine.

With a sudden change in tone, his voice turns husky. "If I were to touch you right now, I would find you wet and wanting," he says, his eyes smoldering as his pupils dilate.

Please do.

Please touch me, Danté.

He continues to stare at me, as if seeking approval before making any move. My lips part, my breathing quickens, and my stomach flutters with the weight of my unspoken words. Then, I muster the courage, taking his hand and guiding it under my dress.

With his breathing quickening, he gasps out, "Mia."

My voice trembles with desperation, whispering pleadingly, "P-Please, Danté, Touch me," pushing his hand against my wetness.

"You're sure?" he asks with a tinge of uncertainty, his lips inches away from mine.

Of course, I want you.

I always have.

"Yes," I exhale, my heart fluttering as I interlace our fingers, guiding him out of the kitchen. "I've never been more sure than now."

While we make our way to my bedroom in silence, I am keenly aware of Danté's unease in the way he chews his lip and steals glances at me. He might be overthinking this, but it's certainly not due to lack of experience. As we enter my room, the weight of my inexperience suddenly settles heavily in the pit of my stomach, fearing that I won't be able to please him.