Forbidden Desires

Chapter Twenty-Three: Lost at Sea Part Two

I awoke disoriented in a dark room, but the illuminated green dot from the air conditioner indicated that I was indeed in my own room.

The sacred space between my thighs ached, constantly pulsing as if it had been ran over by a bulldozer.

What kind of demon dick was Dante packing?

Oh God.

I tried shifting in bed but found myself strapped to the bed by a tattooed arm that was securely wrapped around my waist.

I must have been half asleep to miss Dantes large frame lying right next to me. I looked over at the alarm clock on my desk and saw that it was only three in the afternoon.

If Dante was just going to stay with me then why on earth did he go through the effort of bringing me back to my room while I was still sleeping?

I had no idea how I was going to escape without waking Dante up, but I sure hope he was a heavy sleeper.

I slowly moved my right arm below the sheets until it was sitting snugly under Dantes. I froze counting  up to five in my head just to make sure that Dante was still sleeping.

I felt like I was getting ready to do the walk of shame in my own damn room.

When it was certain that Dante was still dead asleep I gently grasped his wrist, but cringed when it slipped from my fingers and fell into place again.

What the fuck.

My narrow fingers were too short and didn't wrap completely around his thick wrist, there was no way I could use both hands.

I decided to just lift his entire arm using mines as leverage. If that didn't work I was completely screwed.

Going in for round two I began to steadily lift his muscular arm into the air.

So far, so good.

I was half way there and looked over to make sure he was still sleeping, my eyes traced the edge of his angular jaw to his red plumped lips that were slightly parted.

I felt the urge to lean over and kiss him but I had a mission to complete so kissing Dante would have to wait.

I followed the sharp bridge of his nose which led me to obsidian orbs that were opened wide staring at me in humor.

I felt my body jerk at being caught red handed and I wanted to smack myself. I thought I was doing so good.

"What are you doing baby," My heart skipped a beat as I heard the sweet endearment.

The muscles in my core briefly contracted before it started pulsing at a normal pace again. I smiled sheepishly at him as I rolled over so that we were staring at each other.

"I had to use the bathroom," I answered honestly, forgetting about my bad breath as soon as I saw that he was awake.

"You had to use the bathroom," He smirked as he tugged me closer, the rich scent of his cologne invading my senses despite his chest being bare.

"What, you don't anymore?" I shook my head as I buried my head into his neck inhaling deeply.

"You smell so good," Dante was all man.

I knew that my body wouldn't be able to handle a second round with Dante right now but shit did I want too.

Dante lowered his hand past my waist and gripped my ass as he leaned forward to suck my bottom lip into his mouth.

"Your mother isn't home," He murmured as he pulled back dragging my lip between his teeth and leaving a stinging sensation behind.

My toes curled as his tongue quickly licked the stinging away and I remembered how that same tongue parted the slit between my thighs so easily last night.