Chapter 88: More!
Seducing someone was harder than Dora thought. Every morning she would eat breakfast with Dante and do her best to make more than normal conversation with him.
Yet, no matter how much she talked and smiled and tried to look lively, he always responded in his usual polite tone, asking and making sure that all her needs were met.
I’m fine! she internally grumbled as she watched him continue to eat his food, which he was about to finish before leaving—aware that the day was going exactly how the other days had gone.
But the next second, she took in a deep breath and looked right at him, ignoring the food on her plate as she spoke.
"Is sex something you’ll be open to?" she asked him directly. Her heart thumped hard in her chest, but she didn’t care.
She was tired of hoping and watching and waiting for the right time. If it was a lost cause, he might as well tell her and shove it into her face so she could figure out a better plan.
She didn’t shift her gaze away from him after speaking, watching him pause and raise his eyes to look at her. A completely calm and neutral expression rested on his face as he spoke.
"Is that something you want?" he asked.
Instead of responding, Dora asked right back, more curiosity in her tone than she would have liked to let show.
"Is that something you want?" she asked, aware that the sex would be nice but completely useless if it was something he wasn’t open to.
Dante didn’t instantly respond, but he didn’t have to—Dora’s gaze was so focused on him that she had no intention of missing any detail that flashed across his face.
She was two months pregnant, and her belly was still mostly flat except for a bump that only she could feel.
If they didn’t start having sex, there was no way Dante would still want her when she was bigger two months later.
He seemed lost in thought for a moment before he finally opened his mouth to speak.
"Okay. I enjoy sex with you," he told her, getting to his feet and moving toward her, even as Dora wore a bewildered expression.
Yes, they were alone in the dining room, but that didn’t mean she wanted to have sex right there and then. But the look on Dante’s face clearly showed that that exact moment was completely fine with him.
Stepping right up to her, Dora’s heart threatened to explode in her chest.
"We can go back to my room if you—" Dante began, but Dora wasn’t about to give him time to change his mind. She instantly got to her feet and shook her head.
If I can have sex in a dark garden, I can have sex here, she thought to herself, even as she fixed her gaze on Dante, who slowly took off his jacket and placed it on the table.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the later end of the table where no dishes had been placed, leaning into her and capturing her lips with his own.
The kiss was sweeter than Dora remembered as she clung closer to him, allowing her back to lean against the table while her arms wrapped around him.
His touch through her clothes was nice, but Dora wanted more. She went ahead and stripped off the clothes she had on, not caring if anyone were to barge in on them.
She went ahead and touched him as she kissed him back just as passionately. His skin was warm to the touch, and the kiss grew even hotter as she felt their tongues entangle with each other.
His hands slid between her legs as she unbuttoned his shirt, surprised when he didn’t stop her and instead helped her.
The kiss only grew more passionate as the touches increased, Dora leaning back against the table as Dante hurriedly unbuckled his pants.
Their gazes stayed fixed on each other as he plunged into her, a gasp escaping both of them at the edge of their lips.
Dora raised her legs as she moaned in pleasure, pulling him down to kiss her as she urged him to move faster and thrust his hips deeper into her.
Pleasure rippled through every pore as she gasped with her eyes closed, feeling him deep within her. His thrusts became more erratic as her pleasure increased until she quickly climbed to the edge.
Her toes curled in numbing pleasure as she held onto him, his thrusts continuing. She started at his face, relieved to see something more than calm indifference.
Sweat littered his forehead as he continued to move his hips, the lust in his eyes more defined now—just as invested in what was happening as she was.
It wasn’t long before an orgasm washed over him, and she felt him explode inside her, the warmth enough to make her crave more as she raised herself on the table and leaned into him, kissing him.
She was aware that only in that very moment, and in such a position, could she get anything from him—anything remotely different from the incessant coldness he usually showed.
She was relieved when he kissed her back just as intensely, his body still embedded inside her.
A moment later, he pulled away, and as much as she wanted to pull him back, she knew the moment was over.
She stared up at him in satisfaction, at his devilishly handsome face—his platinum white hair brushed to the sides in a way that allowed it to lightly cover his forehead.
His chest was toned, clearly showing that he worked out a lot, his eyes boring deep into hers as she held his gaze.
She could already imagine who the child would look like, desperately hoping it would take after Dante’s uniquely colored hair.
Am I selfish for wanting more? she asked herself as she watched Dante pull away and slowly begin to put his shirt back on.
