The moment Dante’s lips touched mine, the world disappeared.
It started soft, so soft I almost thought I was still dreaming. His mouth was warm, gentle, and tasted like mint and something darker, something that was purely him. My hands were still on his chest, feeling the hard muscle under my palms, the rapid beat of his heart that matched my own.
I had waited for this. Three long days of silence, of wondering if he regretted everything, of sneaking into his room because I couldn’t stay away. And now he was here, kissing me like I was the only thing that mattered in his dangerous world.
The kiss deepened slowly. His hand slid from my cheek into my hair, tilting my head slightly as he took more. I moaned into his mouth, and the sound seemed to spur him on. His other hand moved to my wais
