~ GUILIA’S POV~
My knees hit the cool stone of the terrace floor, the roughness biting into my skin just enough to remind me this was real and I wasn’t inside one of my crazy wet dreams.
Dante loomed above me, his dark eyes burning with hunger, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.
I could already feel the heat radiating off his body, his scent, his dominance, the way his dark eyes burned into me like I was the only thing that mattered.
I didn’t hesitate.
My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for his belt, the leather cool against my skin.
Click.
The buckle came undone.
I didn’t break eye contact as I slowly pulled the belt free with a soft hiss, letting it drop to the ground with a soft thud. His trousers were next, my nails scraping lightly against his hips as
