Bridging Hearts

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Disclaimer : The following chapter may contain some scenes that may not be suitable for all audience.

Writer's Perspective

"Good night, Petardo," he said over his shoulder, his voice gentle.

"Good night, Dante," Tara replied, starting to loosen her grip as she arrived at her place. But just as she was about to step off the bike, she felt his hand grab hers, pulling her back toward him. Before she could react, Dante's lips were pressed against hers, his kiss deep and passionate.

Tara felt a jolt of electricity go through her body, and she let out a soft moan as she kissed him back, her arms snaking around his neck. His tongue slipped into her mouth, and she bit his lip. He groaned and deepened the kiss. Tara's heart pounded in her chest as he kissed her back, his hands roaming over her body, setting her on fire.

He pulled back from the kiss, boht of them breathing heavily.

"You are not going anywhere." With those words, he swept Tara off the ground, carrying her inside his house.

Inside the house, Tara found herself being carried up the stairs towards Dante's bedroom. She wrapped her arms around his neck, gazing into his smoldering grey eyes. Once they reached the bedroom, Dante set her down gently on the bed. He leaned over her, one hand resting beside her head while the other traced along her jawline.

"I want you, Petardo," he murmured huskily, his voice sending shivers down her spine.

"Tell me you want this too." His eyes searched hers intently, waiting for her response.

Tara's heart raced as she gazed up at him, lost in the intensity of his stare. She nodded slowly, biting her lower lip as she looked up at him.

"Yes, I do," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

She reached up, running her fingers through his dark hair before pulling him down for another heated kiss. As their tongues intertwined, she could taste the passion and desire that lay beneath Dante's cool exterior.

Dante's eyes darken at her admission, a low growl rumbling in his throat. He presses his body onto hers, pinning her to the mattress as his hands roam freely over her body. His fingers trace over the curve of her waist, then dip lower to tease at the hem of her dress.

"I've waited so long for this," he murmurs into her ear, nipping lightly at the lobe. His hand slides higher, cupping her breast through the fabric of her dress. He gives it a firm squeeze, eliciting a gasp from Tara.

Tara arched her back, pushing her breast further into his palm. The sensation sent sparks shooting through her veins, making her moan softly. She could feel every contour of his body pressing against hers, each muscle defined and strong.

"Oh God, Dante," she breathed out. She moved her hips restlessly under him, craving more contact.

Dante groans at the sound of Tara's plea, his body throbbing with need. He breaks away from the kiss, panting heavily as he trails hot kisses down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there.

Dante quickly strips off their clothes, leaving them both bare and exposed to each other's hungry gazes. He takes a moment to admire Tara's curves, his eyes roaming over her body appreciatively as he rolled down a condom over his erection.

"You're beautiful, Petardo," he says, his voice rough with desire.

Dante positions himself between Tara's thighs, his hard length pressing against her slick entrance. 

"Do me a favor, love," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Wrap those pretty legs around me and don't let go."

 Tara wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him flush against her.

He looks into her eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt before slowly pushing inside her.

Tara lets out a cry of pleasure as Dante fills her completely, stretching her walls deliciously. Her nails dig into his shoulders, urging him deeper.

Dante starts moving within her, his thrusts slow and deep at first, letting her adjust to his length. But soon, he picks up the pace, driving into her harder and faster with each passing second. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, heavy breathing, and moans of ecstasy.

Dante can't get enough of Tara's moans and cries, they only spur him on further. His thrusts become more erratic, more desperate as he chases after his own release. He reaches down between them, circling her clit with his thumb, intent on drawing out every last ounce of pleasure from her.

"Look at me, Petardo," he commands, wanting to see her come undone underneath him

Tara lifts her head, locking her gaze with Dante's as he continues to pound into her. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body, building up to an intense climax.

"I'm close, Dante," she gasps out, her voice trembling with need. "Don't stop... please...".

Her inner walls clench tightly around him, signaling her impending orgasm. She feels like she's teetering on the edge, ready to fall into oblivian.

The sight of Tara unraveling beneath him is intoxicating. Dante quickens his pace, his movements becoming more frantic as he drives towards his own peak. "That's it, Petardo," he groans, feeling her tightness gripping him even tighter. "Come for me..."

Dante follows shortly after, his own release crashing over him like a tidal wave.

He collapses on top of her, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Petardo..." he whispers, his voice hoarse from exertion. "You were incredible..."

"Not too bad yourself, Mr. Grump.." Tara says lazily, meeting his gaze.

He rolls off her, lying beside her on the bed. He pulls her close, wrapping his arm around her waist and holding her against his chest.

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Oh dear lord, I am ready for the ground to swallow me alive after this.