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Page 77 of Bound By A Promise

“Mrs. Luciano, it’s my goal to learn all about you.”

“My mysteries?”

He nodded. “You may change anything you want. I don’t care if you gut the whole place and remodel. All I care about is that you’re here and you are happy with your new home.”

My grin grew. “This room has possibilities. I like everything else I’ve seen.”

His eyebrows danced. “I’m glad to hear that. I like what I’ve seen too. There are two other bedrooms on the opposite side of the living room.” He lowered his tenor. “Now let me show you the next room.”

Dante turned the knobs on a set of double doors, opening them inward.

I gasped, my eyes growing wide at the sight inside.

The room flickered from the illumination brought on by a second fireplace. Words failed me as I stepped inside and spun, taking in the bouquets of flowers covering almost every flat surface. The king-sized bed was turned down and strewn with a colorful array of petals.

“How did you do this?”

Chapter

Twenty-Five

Camila

His deep voice hummed with anticipation. “I asked Contessa for a favor.”

“You’re sexy, dangerous, protective, andromantic? I think I hit the jackpot.”

Dante stepped closer, his warmth radiating more heat than the fireplace. Snaking his arm around my waist, he pulled my hips to his. There was no hiding the bulge beneath his jeans. “I told you that I would spend my lifetime making you feel loved. I meant what I said. And as far as jackpots go, I’m the winner in this scenario. Now remember what I said would have happened in the elevator?”

My nipples grew taut.

“Me naked.”

His stare simmered with a dangerous intensity as he nodded and reached for the hem of my shirt. “Lift your arms, Camila. I’mgoing to take my time undressing you, savoring each and every inch of your perfect body until I have you completely nude and laying open for only me.”

He’d told me that in this bubble, he was in control.

I couldn’t imagine it any other way.

Dante leaned closer, his warm breath washing over my sensitive skin behind my ear. “If you’re sore, I can come up with other ways to spend our evening.”

I inhaled, basking in his spice and leather aroma and looked up into his gaze. “Right now, I’m turned on.”

“If you change your mind, just tell me.” He lifted my chin. “I want to hear your thoughts and desires, Camila. I want to know what feels good so I can give you more.”

I raised my arms in response.

Dante lifted my shirt, slowly pulling it over my arms and revealing my bra. The next piece of clothing to hit the floor was the orange skirt. Once he had me down to my bra and panties, Dante took his time, brushing his warm fingers over my flesh, kissing and nipping trails over my arms, neck, chest, breasts, and stomach.

My nipples drew hard as my bra landed on the floor.

The crackle of the fire combined with the deep baritone of his voice reverberated through me. His praises swirled around the bedroom as he voiced his appreciation for my body. Flint and steel created sparks that detonated beneath my skin. Lifting me from the floor, Dante carried me to the bed, laid me on the sheets, and tugged my panties down my legs.

Pushing my knees up and away, Dante brought his face to my core.

“I’ll never tire of your sweet scent.” He lapped from my back to my front, causing me to squeal and buck. With his arm over my hips, Dante held me captive, a prisoner to his vigilant ministrations.

No longer embarrassed, I gave into his attention, losing myself in his systematic disassembling of my preconceptions of intimacy. It wasn’t like my mother was great at the talk. I asked more questions of Cat, but that was more academic than reality. Even the romance books I read failed to fully describe the closeness that came with this level of seduction.




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