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Della

I opened my eyes. For a full minute, I couldn’t remember where I was. Then it all rained down on me. I was with Dante in a highrise on the fifteenth floor of the Descalia building, in a private room, being held by him while naked and warm.

This showed me the complete 180 turn that my life had taken in just ten days. I went from a sad, lonely woman with no ties to a happy, satisfied woman that had the world in the palm of her hand.

The most surprising part was that it was all real and not a dream. This was proven to me instantly by the strong heartbeat under my cheek as my head rested on Dante’s bare chest. Nothing mattered but this. The heartbeat, the warmth. Yesterday had been full of events and yeah, some were scary. But being with him just wiped all of that away. I had no lingering fears or negative feels. Just joy, just satisfaction. Yeah, we were going to see the real mafia today and that should scare me but it didn’t. I would be there standing next to Dante. In fact, I hoped to be standing by him for the rest of my days.

Just then, his arms came up and tightened around me. “You awake?” he asked in a deep raspy voice.

“I am and I was just enjoying your heartbeat.”

He snickered. “Whatever you want to have of mine to enjoy, you are welcome to it.”

I smiled.

“My heart is yours anyway,” he added as he kissed my skin and his lips roamed over my neck. “My, my, are you tasty in the morning,” he noted.

I visibly shivered with a moan escaping me. He had a pair of extremely hot lips and hot hands as well. I just allowed his hands and his lips to roam at will. His touch ignited a heat in me. I couldn’t believe that here we were again, naked together and it felt like the first time.

Dante groaned low in his throat. “I love your soft skin, Della.”

I thought the very same about him. But I wouldn’t use the word soft when describing him. Hot and hard would be apt though. As my hands were now returning the favor to him, his smooth skin felt so warm and silky beneath my fingers. Raising my arms to encircle his neck, I relished his hard angles as my soft curves pressed into him. We fit together so well and I could feel his arousal as his cock had become hard between us. I even felt it throb with need. My breathing was rapid now as I kissed the pulse beating at the base of his throat. I then leaned my head back as he trailed a line of gentle nips and kisses down my neck to my shoulder. Wild and fiery sensations rushed through me as his mouth made good work of my skin.

Dante growled low as he flipped me over then gripped my legs and spread my thighs. Lowering his mouth to my wet folds, his lips found my center. I gripped his hair with my fingers as he caressed me with his tongue and sucked on my engorged bud, like he’d done in the shower last night. Instinctually, my head slammed into the pillow and my body arched back, giving him greater access as he delved his fingers in too.

For several minutes, he pleasured me orally and I think I went insane as my body actually bucked in need. I could hardly breathe now as I just felt this overwhelming need. I became more and more breathless as desire grew inside me. Mindless with hunger, I desperately whispered his name, “Dante…”

Scooting up along my body, he latched onto a nipple and moved his mouth from one breast to the other. He also used his fingers to play with my nipples.

My hands roamed over him too. I just couldn't seem to get close enough to him. I lost a little sanity while he continued to suck on my nipples and stroked inside of me with his fingers. I begged him to stop as I was getting close to climaxing.

Dante didn’t listen, he ramped up the plunging of his two fingers and the sucking on my nipples.

My body arched up in pleasure and I climaxed hard. “Dante!” I screamed as I finally lost my mind to ecstasy.

Removing his two fingers from deep inside me, he again gripped my thighs and bent my knees. I was now fully open to him. Then Dante rasped into my ear, “I need to be inside you.” He smothered my mouth with his…all while entering me in one deep thrust as I was climaxing.

I took a deep breath as his entrance and my powerful orgasm met. My eyes literally rolled back into my head. My pleasure was so much that I opened my mouth to scream but nothing came out.

Dante slowed his strokes to allow me to adjust from this mindless state to maybe coming back down to earth. Then he held still and removed his mouth from mine to whisper close to my lips, “You still with me, sweetness?”

“No, I’m a goner,” I replied in a breathless voice. “You have undone me, Dante…” The room spun a bit as I waited for my dizzy trip to the moon to fade a little.

In the meantime, he was slowly plunging into me, then pulling back some and dipping in again.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I finally told him, “Ok, I’m back.” I laughed.

Without warning, he rolled us over as I gasped loudly. Placing me on top, he grasped my hips and set me down onto his cock. I released a pleasure filled breath as he moved my hips up and down, stroking himself in and out of me. I again was overwhelmed. At no time in my life did I ever believe I would feel like he made me feel. So alive, so needy, so in love. Like someone who’d lived in a black and white world then suddenly technicolor burst in and I was swept away in a wave of electricity filled color.

I tried to calm my breathing and my heartbeat, but nothing was mine to control. My eyes met his and it made me feel a little better to see that he looked dazed as well.

It just felt so perfect when he filled me so completely. We were made for each other if this fit told us anything. Again, the old Della was absent as I breathlessly rode him hard, my hips thrusting against his. I pushed down deep with each movement. This man was now my addiction and I was here getting my fix. That now familiar jolt hit my body as a second powerful orgasm swept through me, rendering me helpless to the eclectic color wave that was Dante.

Under me, his body tightened. I could feel the vibrations in every muscle as he trembled with the force of his climax joining mine. Our bodies clashed together in a shared sensual trip to heaven.

I rested my head on his chest as I took deep, gulping breaths. If this was the norm for him and I? I never wanted it to end.

Wrapping his arms around me, Dante whispered, “I love you, Della Granger.”

I tried to speak but couldn’t. Resting on top of him, I gave myself time to get my breathing back to normal. Then I whispered, “I never knew it could be like this.”

“Me neither. Imagine my surprise,” he said with a chuckle.

I chuckled with him and finally raised my head to gaze into his eyes. “No one told me that sex could light a person on fire and that the burn would feel so damned good.” I giggled.

“Well, I don’t want to be a Debbie downer at our fire party, but we’d better get up.” He glanced over at the clock. “It is only 8 A.M. but if I know my father, he has already ordered the clothiers to show up here at 9 sharp.”

“I still cannot believe he hires people to make clothes overnight then have them along with all the side swag delivered within hours.” I shook my head.

“Well, they work hard but believe me, they don’t work cheap. Then they probably get lots of time off in between orders.” Dante finally sat up, with me on his lap. “Let’s take a really quick shower.” He lifted me up and stood from the bed.

I gasped as he swung me around. “A shower?”

“Well, yeah. But a clean shower. We just do not have time to get dirty again.”

I pouted. “Well, that’s no fun.”

He smirked. “Damn, that is a cute pout. But I promise we will have plenty of that. We are going to be together for a very long time, Della. Lots of fun days, naughty showers or I would like us to take some bubble baths maybe. I mean they say real men don’t take baths but I fucking love them. And especially if I get to take one with you.” His eyes got darker as if he was planning that very thing in his mind right this minute. “Yeah, that would be sexy.”

I shivered a bit and replied, “You are a bad boy, Dante Descalia.”

He laughed. “I am. I admit it, I really am. Now that I have the woman who has been made for me, that bad boy will be coming out to play a lot.” Dante kissed my forehead then carried me into the bathroom.

We took a very short shower. We washed down and dried off as we had done our hair during the shower we enjoyed the night before.

Finally, we came out of the bathroom and donned our robes when a knock sounded on the door.

Dante strode over and asked and sing-songed, “Who is it ?”

A voice sing-songed back, “ It is me, Tito with your coffee… ”

Laughing, Dante opened the door.

Tito shook his head at him and handed him two large mugs. “Your clothes are coming up the elevator as we speak.”

Dante took the mugs one in each hand and teased, “All by themselves? Cause if that is true, I don’t want to wear them.”

Tito shook his head. “Ha-fucking-ha. Morning jokes are just not amusing, cousin. But no, Roxie insisted on doing it so be prepared for a very gregarious, loud, amiable visit.” Tito smirked at him as he turned and walked away. Then he spoke over his shoulder, “Also, Rocky and I will be in the copter with you in less than an hour.”

Dante paused. “Roxie?” He shook his head and shut the door with his bare foot. Turning, he came over to where I sat on a chair. Handing me a mug, he sat down and asked, “Did you hear that?”

I nodded.

“Roxie is always a force to be reckoned with,” Dante commented. “I mean she is gonna ask lots of questions.”

“She is adorable,” I said as I picked my mug up and took a sip.

“Yeah, I suppose. In a way she’s as close to a mom as I ever had. Well, there’s Zia, but Roxie is my mom’s sister, so she is my aunt too.”

I looked over at him in surprise as I never guessed this. “Really? What didn’t you tell me that?”

I shrugged. “I guess I’m used to not thinking of her that way. It’s not widely known. No one but our immediate family knows. It’s a long family history. Like a family secret actually.”

“Why would your family hide it?” I asked, suddenly curious.

A knock sounded on the door. In fact, it was a series of knocks like an old tune. Tap, tap ta tap tap, tap, tap.

Dante set his mug down and stood from the table. “There she is now. I can tell because of the knock.”

I shook my head.

He went over and opened the door.

“You remembered the knock?” Roxie asked immediately as she held two garment bags in her hands.

“ Shave and a haircut, two bits! ” Dante sang it.

Laughing, she nearly planted the garment bags onto his chest then pushed him aside and came in. Then she stopped to beam at me. “There’s the girl.”

Dante came over behind her while carrying the canvas garment bags. “Oh, you mean MY girl?”

Roxie laughed. “I will never get tired of hearing that.” She stepped closer and took my hand in hers. “I know he’s a joker and he has trouble focusing on one thing at a time, but he will mature sooner or later, my dear.”

I stared at her and then burst into laughter. “I certainly hope not!” She probably wouldn’t understand that I loved that about him and I never wanted him to change.

Now she grinned at me as she dropped my hand and turned to beam at Dante. “Oh, my God!” she exclaimed. “She is the one!”

He nodded, then looked over at me to explain, “Little did you know that Roxie just ran a test on you.”

“A test?” I asked while feeling confused.

Roxie nodded her head at me. “Yes, sweetie. I’m sorry I had to fool you a little. Those traits are not due to lack of maturity. Those are his best qualities. Only some women wouldn’t think so.”

“Well, Aunt Roxie, Della isn’t some women.” Dante grinned at her.

“I can see that now and congratulations, my boy!” She strode over and gave him a hug. “I would say behave yourself, but I’m not gonna. So both of you get dressed and I forgot the shoes, so I sent Tito downstairs to get them, ok? Get ready cause that grumpy moon is gonna be here nagging at ya real soon.” She then rushed out like the spring storm she was.

After the door slammed shut, I looked up at Dante. “Dang.”

“Right? A storm of her own.” He laughed as he stepped over to the bed and set the garment bags down. Unzipping one, he yanked the canvas away and swung the hangar over.

I stared at the dress he raised up and I gasped. Sky blue with half sleeves and a small ruffle along a dipping neckline. It was a semi formal dress that would fall just below my knees. It looked almost shimmery. “I-is that mine?”

Dante chuckled. “Well, it wouldn’t fit me. So it has to be yours. Besides, this color would just wash me out,” he said in a gay voice as he extended his hand out.

I laughed and stepped over to take the shimmery dream on a hanger from him.

Dante turned back to the bed and unzipped a pocket on the garment bag. “And I hate to do this but here are your undergarments.” He handed the soft lacey blue panty-bra set to me.

“You hate to?”

“Hell yeah, I don’t want you to wear anything in reality.”

I smirked at him and quipped, “Bad boy.”

He smirked back at me. “You heard Aunt Roxie. That probably won’t change.”

“And you heard me,” I told him smugly. “I don’t want you to change.” I turned and went into the bathroom to get dressed.