Dante POV
She was naked.
Wearing nothing but those black heels and a smirk that made his blood throb.
Her body was everything he remembered—and more. Toned curves, glowing skin, hair loose like she’d been made for sin. He wanted to fall to his knees and apologize to every god he didn’t believe in for how badly he needed her.
“Why don’t you come over here,” she said, stepping closer, “and show me how much you missed me.”
He didn’t speak. Didn’t breathe.
He just walked toward her, slow and steady, until they were chest to chest.
His hands didn’t reach for her.
Not yet.
“You set the pace,” he murmured, his voice rough. “I’m yours. Tell me what you want.”
Gia looked up at him, eyes dark with desire, full lips slightly parted.
“Get on your knees,” she said simply.
His chest tightene
