DEEP INTIMACY
That night, they didn't make love.
They worshipped each other.
Dante drew a bath in the massive tub in his bathroom, filling it with warm water and lavender oil, lighting candles around the room until the space glowed with golden light. He undressed Bella slowly, reverently, his hands tracing every curve with a tenderness that made her breath catch.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his lips brushing her shoulder. "So perfect."
He lowered her into the water, then stripped off his own clothes and joined her, settling behind her so she could lean back against his chest. His arms wrapped around her, his hands cupping her breasts, his chin resting on her shoulder.
"I want to tell you something," he said quietly. "Something I've never told anyone."
"What?"
"When my pare
