Page 28 of Ivory Obsession
He laid me down gently on the bed, and I watched, heart racing, as his hands began their exploration, tracing the outline of my clothes before they fell away, piece by piece. His touch was both revelation and revolution, igniting a fire within me that I hadn’t known I possessed.
“God, Jade,” Dante murmured, his voice low and laced with the same desire that coursed through my veins.
Our eyes met, and I saw in his gaze something raw and unguarded. It was a look that went beyond lust, hinting at depths and complexities that resonated with my own. And in that instant, I understood that this wasn’t just physical. There was something more happening between us, something intense and terrifying in its intensity.
“Stay with me,” he said, not a command but a plea, and it shattered the last of my reservations.
He pressed his lips against mine, his hand slowly skimming down toward my blouse as he started to undo my buttons. He leaned close to my ear. “I’ve been touching myself thinking about you every night,” he said, his breath hot against my ear.
“The way your pussy felt around my cock,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “The way you tasted, the sounds you made. All of it. I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind.”
A blush crept up my cheeks, spreading warmth throughout my body at his words. My mind was spinning, heart pounding like a drum in my chest as his dark eyes held mine with an intensity that left me breathless.
His fingers skillfully undid the last of my buttons, revealing the lace bra I’d worn underneath. His gaze heated as he looked at me, and I felt a surge of confidence under his appreciative stare.
He slid off the rest of my clothes with ease, leaving me bare before him. His hands were everywhere, tracing lines and curves with a hunger that matched my own. Each touch was electric, sparking flares of pleasure that coiled tight in my belly.
“Relax,” he cooed, his fingers teasing the waistband of my panties. “Let me take care of you.”
His words were a soothing balm, filled with promise and intent. It was in the way he touched me, the way his eyes met mine, that I knew we were on the brink of something life-altering. Suddenly, everything else—my work at BioHQ, the Moretti family’s illicit activities—seemed irrelevant compared to Dante.
His hand slipped under the lace fabric, and I let out a gasp as his fingers found my heat. He moved slowly at first, teasing me into a pleasure that sent my senses spiraling. The intensity of his touch only heightened my desire for him, my body responding eagerly to him.
“You’re so wet for me, Jade,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Do you feel how much I want you?”
I did. The hardness pressing against my thigh was a testament to that, and it sent another thrill of desire coursing through me. I nodded, unable to find the words as he explored me further, his touch coaxing moans from me that echoed around the room.
“Good,” he said, his voice a low growl as he slipped a finger inside of me. My body clenched around him, and his other hand moved to cup my breast, his thumb teasing the hard peak through the lace of my bra. “Have you been touching yourself thinking about me too?”
My breath hitched, a sharp intake echoing through the silence of his bedroom. “Yes,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. His response was immediate, a low growl that vibrated against my skin as his lips moved down to press heated kisses along the curve of my neck.
“Show me,” he commanded, his voice husky with lust.
Confused, I looked at him. “Dante, I-”
With a swift movement, he pulled away from me, leaving only the cold air of his bedroom against my heated skin. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his dark eyes watching me with an intensity that quickened my heart rate.
“Do it for me, Jade,” he said softly, leaning back on his elbows. “I want to see you touch yourself.”
His eyes were on me, watching with a hungry gaze as I lay back onto the bed. His presence was a raw, pulsing energy in the room, stoking my arousal and emboldening me. The sheets beneath me felt cool against my heated skin as I reached down, following his command.
My fingers hesitated for a moment before they slipped between my folds, exploring the wetness Dante had coaxed out of me. A soft gasp fell from my lips at the touch, the pleasure sparking brightly against the building anticipation.
“That’s it,” Dante murmured, his gaze dark and approving. His hands moved to unbuckle his belt, his movements slow and deliberate as he watched me touch myself. “Don’t stop.”
As I continued to stroke myself, Dante slowly undid his pants and kicked them off, revealing the hardness that strained against his boxers. He was breathtaking, the moonlight casting an ethereal glow over his muscular body as he watched me intently.
“You have no idea how much it drives me crazy seeing you like this,” he said, a hint of desperation seeping into his voice. His hand moved down to his length, mirroring my movements as our eyes locked together.
“Dante...” I breathed out, my body thrumming with desire. The sight of him touching himself while watching me was intensely erotic, stoking the flames higher and higher until I felt like I was going to combust.
His eyes never left mine as he pushed down his boxers, revealing himself fully to me. “God... Jade…seeing you like this…” he managed to say between heavy breaths.
“Yes?” I prompted, wanting him to finish his thought.
“It’s more than I can bear,” he finished hoarsely, his grip on his length tightening. His eyes traveled down my body, taking in the sight of me pleasuring myself for him. “You are stunning, Jade.”
His words fueled my desire further, and I moaned softly as I continued to touch myself. Dante’s gaze was intense, filled with a burning hunger that matched my own. I found myself getting lost in his dark eyes, consumed by the erotic intensity of the moment.