Lena’s pov
Heat. That’s the first thing I feel before opening my eyes. Dante places his wet mouth on my neck as his hands fist my hair. He has me pinned to the bed and he isn’t asking, he’s just taking.
“Look at me, Tesoro.” He growls. “Only me.”
I arch my body into him as his teeth leave marks on my collarbone. His voice is low and ruined,
“Mine.” He continues decorating my neck with hickeys. I come apart with his name on my tongue and I jolt awake.
My chest heaves and I can feel my cheeks burning. The sheets are twisted around my legs, and I can feel the ache between my thighs throbbing.
Damn it. It was just a dream.
The bathroom door suddenly creaks open and steam rolls out. Dante steps out shirtless with a towel around his waist. Water drips from his hair down to his chest and
