Page 63 of Do It For Me

He pulses inside me, panting, while I lie on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

I can’t believe anything could feel this good.

Without pulling out, he grabs my waist and lifts me effortlessly, carrying me to the bathroom.

A giggle escapes me. “What are you doing?”

He smirks.

“We’re having a shower.” When we get there, he pins me against the wall, his hips already moving again. “A loooong shower, until you understand you have nothing to be jealous about.”

“Don’t you ever get tired?”

He laughs, rough and deep, sending shivers down my spine.

“I work out for three hours straight. This is just a warm-up.”

Oh god.

His lips crash against mine as the water cascades over us, and he takes me again, consuming every fragment of my soul.

And I surrender it all to him, willingly.

Notes:

11. Voglio che tu mi sborri in faccia: I want you to cum in my face.

12. Grida per me: Scream for me.

13. Amore mio: My love.

YOU PROMISE?

Ihate this.

I. HATE. THIS.

My hair is a tangled mess, and there’s no way I can brush it without yanking painfully at the knots.

Dante’s been ready for our date ever since he stepped out of the bathroom, and I can’t even manage to dry my hair properly.

I hate this.

He knocks on the door.

“Ragnetta, can I come in?”

I grunt. “It’s better for you if you don’t.”

He chuckles.

“What’s wrong?”

With a sigh, I swing the door open, revealing my frazzled state. I haven’t even dressed yet.

“My hair is a disaster.”

He smiles softly, his gaze tender as he gently nudges me toward the toilet lid. Picking up the comb, he grabs a fistful of my unruly hair.