ECHOES OF US | 18+ ✔️

CHAPTER 20

MIA

The remnants of pleasure leave my chest heaving, each breath coming in shallow gasps after the mind blowing experience. My body is in a state of blissful numbness. I can barely sense the faintest touch in my fingers and toes. My mouth is parched from all the moans and cries that escaped me, and now, all I can do is lie here with Danté. Our foreheads rest together, our breath mingling in the stillness as we slowly recover.

When Danté's breathing steadies, he presses a tender kiss to my lips before releasing our intertwined fingers and rising to his knees. The loss of his warmth, the weight of his incredible body, and the sensation of him in the place no one has ever been leaves me aching for more. I already miss his touch, every inch of him.

He moves towards what I assume is an ensuite, returning moments later with a towel. Seriously, he's the epitome of a Greek god—pure masculine perfection. From his dark tousled hair to the angular jawline framed with stubble that had contributed to the sensational pleasure he had given me with his talented mouth. His broad shoulders that taper into a smooth tattooed chest, rippling over gorgeous abs that are as defined as the rest of him. His strong, muscular thighs that lead down to sleek, well-defined calves. Not forgetting that ginormous appendage... I wasn't even sure it would fit.

Oh God, did it hurt like hell.

The stretch had been intense, pain mingling with discomfort, but once it subsided, the sensation was beyond anything I could have imagined. Nothing could compare to it, and I know now that I want him inside me all the time. The reality far surpassed any fantasy I had ever had.

Danté is an incredible lover—attentive, gentle, always making sure I was comfortable. Giving him my virginity is something I'll never regret. The way he made me feel spoke volumes about how deeply he cares for me.

Settling between my legs, he carefully wipes me clean, he's touch so gentle as if he fears he might hurt me. I can't help but stare at this beautiful man—my man—as a grin spreads across my face. I don't miss the satisfied smile on his, and my heart swells with a happiness I've never known before.

After gently cleaning me up, he lifts the covers and helps me settle into bed. The sensation of the soft, cool sheets against my skin brings a wave of relaxation over me. Not quite sure what this means, I say, "I suppose I should let Maggie know if I'm coming home or not. Don't want to worry her."

"I know," he replies, a bit hesitantly, as he sits beside me on the bed. He rakes his fingers through his tousled hair and he studies me with a mix of uncertainty and longing. "I'd really like you to stay the night?"

After everything we've shared, my decision comes effortlessly. I'm not quite ready to leave yet; in fact, Danté feels like home to me—always has.

"I'd love to, tiger," I respond playfully, catching the light in his eyes as he chuckles.

"Be careful with that pet name," he says, his voice laced with mischief. "A tiger is wild and ferocious."

I bite my lip, lowering my voice to a sultry whisper. "Good thing I'm ready for anything," I reply, my fingers tracing the outline of his tattoos on his arm. "But tell me... can you handle a tigress?"

"Fuck, Mia! Don't say things like that to me now," he blurts, his eyes darkening with a raw, unrestrained desire as he leaps to his feet. My gaze drops, noticing he's growing arousal, and a fresh wave of liquid desire floods between my thighs, making me ache for him all over again.

"Do I sense a hint of fear for—"

Before I can finish, he's on me, his lips crashing onto mine with a primal hunger that steals my breath away. The teasing dissipates as his hard body presses against mine, every inch of me alive with a need so intense it's almost unbearable. The throbbing between my thighs grows more intense, and despite the lingering soreness, my body craves him again.