ARIA
Dante's hand moves up from my stomach, cupping my breast. His thumb brushes over my n****e, and I gasp at the contact.
"Sensitive," he notes, doing it again. Watching my reaction with clinical interest. "Good."
He leans down and takes my n****e into his mouth.
The sensation shoots straight between my legs. I arch into him, tugging against the restraints without meaning to.
"Dante..."
"Shh." He switches to my other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. His teeth graze the sensitive peak, and I cry out. "I want to hear every sound. Don't hold back."
His mouth trails lower. Kissing down my stomach, my hipbones, and the inside of my thighs. Everywhere except where I'm aching for him.
"Please," I hear myself whimper.
"Please, what?"
"Touch me."
"I am touching you." He's
