Dangerous Melodies - Chapter 37: Chapter 37

MARISOL
The morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a delicate glow across the room as I stirred awake.
My body ached, a pulsing reminder of the night before, but a quiet contentment settled over me. I winced when I shifted.
Dante was already awake. He turned to me, concern quieting his features.
“You okay?” he asked gently.
I managed a smile despite the soreness.
“Yes, just sore,” I admitted lightly. “But I’ll survive.”
He brushed a strand of hair from my face, his touch careful.
“If it’s too much, we can take it easy today.”
I shook my head, tenderness blooming in my chest at his concern.
We dressed in easy silence, a rhythm forming between us as we moved through the morning.
He’d arranged a simple breakfast of fresh fruit, eggs, and toast, laid out by the large windows overlooking the ocean.
As we sat down, curiosity tugged at me.
“Dante, how did you find my real address?”
He leaned back, a small smile playing on his lips.
“I had my private investigator look into you. I was suspicious from the beginning.”
I arched my brow.
“Suspicious? Why?”
A flicker of amusement sparked in his eyes, but there was seriousness there too.
“The orange diamond necklace gave you away. And those sexy designer heels at the event center? Equally suspicious.”
A laugh escaped me, light and surprised. I shook my head.
“I’m impressed, Mr. Kincade. You’re very observant. So, you admit to checking me out at the event center?”
“Guilty as charged.”
His smirk was slow, heat warming the space between us.
We laughed together, something easing between us, the kind of intimacy that didn’t need explanation.
“My mom gave me the necklace,” I said, fingers brushing the pendant instinctively. “I never take it off.”
“And the heels?” he asked, voice lower now, curiosity threading through his tone. “You packed them with your important things, but no fancy clothes.”
A smile tugged at my lips.
“Those shoes are special. I bought them with my own money after months of saving. They remind me I don’t need my family’s money. I can make it on my own.”
Did I imagine that flicker in his eyes? I wanted to believe it was pride. Maybe even admiration. Whatever it was, it settled over me like a hush, quiet and unexpected.
After breakfast, I stood at the window, the ocean pulling at something inside me.
“I’d like to go to the beach,” I said softly, anticipation fluttering in my chest.
Dante smiled, voice easy.
“Then let’s go.”
I offered him a grateful smile and slipped back into the bedroom to change.
When I returned in a simple, flattering swimsuit, his eyes met mine, lingering a moment longer than necessary.
“You look sexy,” he said.
That low, sincere tone sent heat racing up my neck.
“Thanks,” I murmured, something light blooming inside me.
We walked hand in hand down to the beach. Warm sand sifted between our toes while the ocean stretched wide and endless before us.
I paused at the water’s edge and drew in a deep breath, letting the salty air fill my lungs.
Dante stayed close, his hand steady in mine as we stepped into the cool water.
I gasped softly, the shock of it sharp against the heat of the morning sun.
The tide curled around us as we drifted deeper, its pull steady and cool against my skin.
Dante slid his arms around my waist, the closeness sparking something low and warm in my belly.
The world faded, noise slipping away until it was just us.
I turned to face him, joy rising in my chest.
“I’ve never felt so free,” I said, voice barely above a whisper. “So safe.”
He pulled me closer until our foreheads touched.
“You are safe,” he murmured, his voice a solid promise.
Time stilled. I looked into his eyes, then leaned in, closing the distance.
His kiss was tender, threaded with something deeper.
I melted into him, arms winding around his neck, answering his kiss with everything I felt.
The ocean cradled us as the kiss deepened. My heart thundered, heat flaring between us.
Without a word, he scooped me up, his arms secure around me.
I held on, breath catching, anticipation humming in every cell.
He carried me back to the villa and stopped at the outdoor shower.
Slowly, he set me down and turned on the water.
His eyes sparkled as he swept his hand along my arm, brushing away the sand.
“Trust me,” he said, the corners of his mouth lifting. “Sand gets... everywhere. And I mean everywhere.”
I laughed, color rushing to my cheeks.
“I think I’m discovering that,” I said, breath hitching as his touch lingered.
We rinsed each other in turns, playful at first.
But laughter slowed into something quieter.
Dante’s fingers trailed down my skin with more purpose, the heated water cascading between us.
My pulse stuttered. Need threaded beneath my skin as the moment shifted, deeper now, wrapped in something I didn’t dare name.
MARISOL
Once inside, his arms wrapped around me, pulling me close as we stumbled toward the bedroom.
Our laughter, those lingering touches reignited the heat simmering between us.
My back met the cool sheets as he laid me down, his hands gliding over my skin with breathtaking tenderness.
My heart pounded when his lips brushed along my collarbone, every caress stirring an ache so deep, I could barely contain it.
The cool air barely registered beneath the press of his body against mine, our skin igniting under every kiss, every slow stroke, until there were no more barriers between us.
He reached for a condom, setting it aside on the nightstand.
His gaze met mine, and in that charged, unspoken moment, everything grew more urgent.
His touch was gentle but sure, almost possessive as his hands mapped my curves.
I held my breath when he pressed against me, our bodies melting together, every kiss a silent promise: I'm here. I'm not letting go.
A soft gasp escaped when his fingers skimmed along my sensitive skin.
My body arched instinctively, desperate for more.
His rhythm was intentional, every movement designed to drive me higher, each touch fanning the flames between us.
Our eyes locked as he positioned himself over me, his weight settling against mine, grounding me.
He shifted, hand sliding between us, guiding himself.
My breath caught as the velvety head of his cock brushed my slit, gliding slowly over my clit.
The sensation sent a jolt through me, raw and electric.
Each gentle stroke over my nub sent heat spiraling, hips lifting to meet him.
The firm, slick glide made me tremble, every brush lighting a fuse that burned deep, aching for release.
My moans came faster, hands clutching his shoulders, his rhythm winding me tighter. He watched me as he moved, gaze full of hunger, his every motion calculated to unravel me.
The friction was bare, intimate, devastating. With every slow stroke against me, my body coiled tighter, inching toward the edge.
Then he pressed against me again, and that final, perfect glide tipped me over.
I cried out, my body arching as pleasure detonated inside me, waves of release rippling through me. I clung to him, trembling, my breath caught on every shudder.
He reached for the condom, slipped it on with quick precision, then settled between my thighs.
His hands lifted my legs, spreading me into a wide V. His gaze dropped to where I glistened for him, a raw growl vibrating in his chest as he positioned himself.
His thick cock nudged at my entrance. I gasped at the stretch, still sore from before, but the pleasure surged fast, pushing the discomfort aside.
His grip on my hips tightened as he sank deeper, his eyes fluttering shut, jaw tight with restraint. When he spread my legs wider, I felt every inch of him.
I watched him, my breath coming faster. The way he moved, the bliss twisting his face, the sheer focus in his body wrecked me.
His taut hips rocked between my legs, sending another burst of heat flooding through me.
He’s beautiful like this. Wild. Mine.
A soft moan slipped from my lips, surrendering to the slow, steady thrusts. He filled me completely, each motion rolling pleasure through me in waves.
For a moment, his eyes stayed shut, lost to the sensation. Then he opened them, needing to see me. His gaze dropped to where we were joined, heavy and hungry.
Watching himself slide into my tight, wet heat made him groan, his grip tightening as he spread my legs further apart.