CONSUMED By The Past | 18+ (Ongoing)

CHAPTER 21

NB!!! 

***  means sexual content removed

MIA

When I wake, the space behind me is empty and cold, suggesting he must be awake for a while. I feel well-rested, though the pleasant ache between my legs serves as a delicious reminder of last night—five mind-blowing orgasms, to be exact. A smile tugs at my lips as I think about having sex with Danté again, though today might be off the table given how tender I am.

My eyes fall on the half-empty bottle of water on the nightstand, and I sit up, quickly finishing it off before heading to the bathroom. After relieving my bladder, I catch my reflection in the mirror, noting the slight flush on my cheeks and the radiant glow on my face.

So this is what people mean when they say you look well fucked.

And damn...

Mia Ferilli, you got well fucked by the hottest guy ever—a true sex god.

I notice a brand-new toothbrush resting on the counter, assuming Danté must have left it here for me. With a quiet sense of gratitude, I begin brushing my teeth, not wanting him to be greeted by my morning breath. After rinsing my mouth and washing my face, the refreshing mint leaves me feeling invigorated. Before wandering back into the bedroom, I bunch up my hair into a messy ponytail.

I scan the room for something to wear when my gaze lands on one of Danté's t-shirts, neatly folded on a chair. I pick it up, bringing it to my nose. His familiar scent wraps around me, his intoxicating cologne stirring my senses in the most delicious way.

I absolutely love his scent.

Without hesitation, I slip into the t-shirt, its soft fabric comforting against my skin. My legs still feel a bit wobbly as I venture out of the bedroom, intent on finding Danté. His apartment is really spacious, with its high raking ceilings that seem to stretch endlessly, and crisp white walls that reflect the morning light. The vivid paintings, modern furniture and decor, and soothing grey, white and cream tones, add a touch of elegance to the space.

It's impeccably maintained—I can't help but wonder how he manages to keep it so spotless. As I approach the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, the breathtaking view of the Hudson River beckons me, and I feel an irresistible urge to take in the scenery. But when I notice the glass door to the terrace slightly ajar, I decide to head outside instead.

Stepping onto the terrace, the warmth of the morning sun kisses my face, while the cool breeze gently caresses my skin, sending a delightful shiver down my spine. I close my eyes, breathing in the crisp, fresh air, savoring the moment.

I could wake up to this every morning, and it would never get old.

Slowly, I make my way to the railing and rest my forearms on it as I drink in the stunning view. Time seems to blur until suddenly, strong, familiar arms wrap around me from behind, pulling me close. I was so captivated by the view, I didn't even hear him approach.

His breath is warm against my neck as he nuzzles closer, planting soft, lingering kisses along my skin until he reaches my ear. A surge of heat zaps down below and I feel my pussy getting wet. Being around him makes my body go crazy—so responsive to him.

"Buongiorno, amore mio," he murmurs, his voice a low, delicious rumble. {Good morning, my love}

"Buongiorno, tigre," I reply playfully, the endearment rolling off my tongue. {Good morning, tiger}

"Don't provoke me," he growls, his voice rough and edged with hunger, his teeth gently nipping my ear. "Your pussy is too good to resist. If it wasn't your first time last night, I'd slam my cock in that tight pussy right now."