Dante’s POV.
For a second she stiffens, then her mouth moves with mine. Hell f*****g yes. I have tried my best to stay away from her, to give her space. To let her adjust, but it has been so damn hard.
I have found myself when she is asleep just watching her from the doorway of her room. She thinks I don’t know she has fitful sleep and I know she is dreaming of that prick.
She even whimpers my name in her sleep. I find myself in those moments moving and sliding next to her over the quilt and pulling her into my arms. She settles almost instantly. Like she knows I’m there, keeping her safe even in her dreams.
I lick the seam of her lips, and she opens her mouth. I dive in, deepening the kiss. My hand tangles in her wet curls, pulling her head back so I can control the kiss.
She moans
