Twisted Loyalty

Chapter 31: All In

Sienna

The weight of him presses down on me, warm and solid, his hands braced on either side of my head as his lips claim mine. The kiss starts slow, teasing, testing, but quickly turns deeper, more urgent. His mouth moves with a hunger that sets every nerve in my body on fire, and I can feel my pulse race, my skin flush with heat. The intensity of it takes my breath away, and all I can think is how I never knew a kiss could feel like this—like being consumed.

Dante's lips leave mine, trailing down the curve of my jaw to my neck, his breath hot against my skin. I gasp, my fingers tightening in his hair as the sensation rushes through me, making everything inside me tighten with a need I've never felt before. His mouth is soft, but the way he moves, the way he takes his time exploring, feels like he's deliberately driving me to the edge.

He moves with a controlled urgency, his hands gliding down my sides, over the curves of my body as if he's memorizing me. His touch is everywhere, lighting up my skin, leaving me dizzy with how quickly my body responds to him. I slide my hands up his back, feeling the taut muscles flex beneath my fingertips, his warmth enveloping me as his chest presses against mine.

I can't think. I can barely breathe. There's only him—his body, his mouth, his hands. And I want more. I need more.

When his lips reach my collarbone, kissing down over the sensitive skin, I can't help the soft moan that escapes me. His lips curl into a smile against my skin, and the sound of it, the way his breath is ragged, fills me with a kind of heady anticipation. It makes me ache for him in a way that's overwhelming, consuming.

"Dante..." I whisper, my voice trembling as I struggle to catch my breath. I don't even know what I'm asking for, but I know I don't want him to stop. Not now. Not ever.

He groans softly in response, his mouth moving lower, and I arch into him, my body reacting without thought. The tension between us is unbearable now, thick and electric, every touch, every kiss winding me tighter. His hands slide down to my hips, pulling me closer, and I can feel the hardness of him pressing against me, making me dizzy with need.

His lips find mine again, rougher this time, more demanding, and I kiss him back with everything I have, letting go of the hesitation, the fear. I've never felt like this before—so wanted, so consumed. It's like he's unraveling me, and I'm helpless to stop it.

My hands roam over his back, feeling the tension in his muscles, the heat of his skin, and I'm lost in the sensation of him. He shifts, moving his hips against mine, and the friction sends a jolt of pleasure through me that makes me gasp into his mouth.

Dante pulls back just enough to look at me, his breathing heavy, his eyes dark with something raw and primal. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he murmurs, his voice rough, strained with the effort to hold back.

I shake my head, my hands tightening in his hair as I pull him back down to me. "Don't stop," I whisper, my voice breathless, desperate.

He groans again, his hands sliding lower, beneath the waistband of my shorts, his touch igniting a fire deep inside me. But as the heat rises, something else flickers inside me—a moment of doubt. The weight of everything we're doing, what it means, crashes over me, and I freeze.

Dante feels it immediately, stopping as soon as I do. His brows furrow, concern flashing in his eyes as he pulls back slightly. "What's wrong?" he asks, his voice soft, gentle.

I hesitate, my heart pounding for an entirely different reason now. I don't want him to think I'm rejecting him, but I have to tell him. I can't let this go any further without him knowing.

"Dante..." I start, my voice shaky, and I look away, embarrassed. "I... I've never done this before."

His eyes darken, and for a second, I think I see surprise flicker across his face. But then he smiles, a soft, almost affectionate smile that makes my heart skip a beat. "You're a virgin?" he asks, his voice low, careful.