Gia’s POV
Dante’s tongue pushed into my mouth, demanding entrance, and I parted my lips without thinking. He took over, no gentleness, just a deep, consuming hunger. His kiss claimed every corner of my mouth.
For a moment, I froze. I didn’t even know how to respond. I’d never been kissed before.
Then he pulled back slightly, breath hot against my lips, and growled, “Let go... and feel this.”
I shut my eyes and gave in.
He kissed me again, this time fiercer, and I let myself fall into it. My lips moved with his, hungry and helpless.
My fingers dug in the sheets as heat surged through me, my back arching off the bed.
A moan slipped out before I could stop it.
I leaned in more, chasing the taste of his mouth, craving the way he made me feel like I was burning from the inside out.
And
