Dangerous Melodies - Chapter 38: Chapter 38

DANTE
I groaned, watching myself disappear into her tight, wet core. My grip on her thighs tightened as I pushed her legs further apart.
Hold back. Just a little longer.
I hissed through my teeth. "God, you feel amazing. Seeing my cock filling you like this... it turns me on so much."
Her breath hitched at my words, and when she clenched around me, the sensation dragged a raw sound from deep in my throat.
I pressed deeper, the slick friction between us making her moan, her body quivering beneath me, tight and trembling with overwhelming fullness.
The room pulsed with heat, the scent of sweat and sex thick in the air.
Every thrust coaxed another soft sound from her, her body tightening beneath me, pressure building in the way her toes curled and her hips arched.
I couldn’t look away. I watched the way her breasts lifted with every thrust, the way her lips parted on a breathy moan that hit me straight in the chest.
She was beautiful like this, open and lost in pleasure, giving me everything. I drank it in, mesmerized.
She’s perfect. Every sound, every twitch of her body, it’s all for me.
The need to give her more clawed at me, urgent and undeniable. My thrusts picked up pace, deeper, harder. She met every one, gasping, her breath tangling with mine.
Sensation tore through her: my touch, my voice, my gaze, until she looked like she was about to break.
Her fingers clutched the sheets, grounding herself as the tension inside her coiled tighter.
"Dante," she gasped. "I'm so close."
I gritted out the words, voice rough with need. "Let go, baby. I want to feel you come around me."
That did it. Her body shattered around me, the way she clenched, pulling a guttural sound from deep in my chest.
Pleasure crashed through her, and as she cried out, I could feel every pulse of her release gripping me tight, dragging me toward the edge right along with her.
With one final thrust, I buried myself deep, her name a ragged whisper on my lips as I came hard.
My body trembled as I emptied myself inside her, then collapsed over her, completely spent.
Our sweat-slicked bodies pressed together, the air thick with the aftermath of pleasure and everything I didn’t know how to say.
We lay tangled together, skin to skin. She nestled close, her breath soft against my chest.
I held her, but my mind churned, the rhythm of my heartbeat the only steady thing I had left.
But something had shifted.
I stroked her hair, slow and distracted, not really in the moment. My thoughts had drifted somewhere she couldn’t reach, tangled in everything I felt and everything I feared.
I wanted to stay there with her, wrapped in the warmth of it, but something inside me pulled away.
Then she looked up. Our gazes met, but I was already retreating, scrambling to shield myself.
My thumb skimmed along her cheek as I studied her face. The beauty she carried, inside and out, scared the hell out of me.
I drew her closer, hoping the contact might calm whatever storm she’d kicked up inside me. It didn’t. If anything, the nearness made it worse.
The feelings pressing in were dangerous, unraveling the careful control I’d clung to ever since I lost my parents. She left me exposed, stripped bare in a way I never let happen.
This thing between us, whatever it was, was exactly what I’d tried to avoid.
We settled into a quiet kind of intimacy, but my mind wouldn’t follow. It spun, tangled in doubts I couldn’t shake.
My hand drifted in slow, meaningless circles along her arm, the gesture calm, casual. It didn’t match the chaos rolling through me.
She relaxed into me like it was the most natural thing in the world, and I stayed still, trying to figure out how something so simple could leave me feeling like the ground had shifted.
The vulnerability she brought out in me felt foreign. Off-balance. I didn’t know what to do with it.
She eventually drifted off, her breathing deep and even, her body soft against mine. Spent. Satisfied.
But I couldn’t follow her into sleep. My thoughts twisted, relentless, refusing to let go.
I held her tighter, as if that could keep the chaos at bay, but the weight pressing down on me only grew heavier.
Somewhere between the stillness and the storm inside me, I found a kind of fragile peace. Not safety. Just... stillness.
The steady beat of her heart against mine, the way she sighed in her sleep, felt like enough.
For a moment, I let myself believe it was.
But it wasn’t.
The unity between us should have settled me. Instead, it twisted something low in my gut. Despite the warmth of her body against mine, dread crept in and settled like a stone in my chest.
I couldn’t pretend anymore.
I was falling for her, and it scared the hell out of me.
Just as I started to drift, my phone buzzed. Sharp. Insistent. Unforgiving.
I froze, reluctant to break the fragile calm, but I already knew I had to.
With a quiet sigh, I slipped out of her arms, careful not to wake her as the weight of reality returned, heavier than before.
“Felix, this better be important,” I muttered, pulling the door shut behind me.
“It’s Marcos.” Felix’s voice came sharp, no room for misunderstanding. “He’s found you. His men are en route to Belize. You need to leave. Now.”
My stomach hollowed out. Cold. Dead weight. “How close?”
“Not yet, but time is short,” Felix said. “The mansion’s secure. It’s the best place for Marisol. Our security’s locked tight.”
I nodded, my mind already spinning with contingency plans. “I’ll claim a business emergency.”
“Good,” he said. “The jet’s on standby.”
I stood there for a beat, staring out at the horizon.
The peace we’d built here felt delicate and temporary, already slipping through my fingers.
My chest ached with the truth of what I was about to do. I was pulling her back into danger.
And worse, I’d let her in. I’d handed her a piece of myself I never meant to share.
Now I had no idea how to protect her from the cost of it.
I turned and stepped back inside.
Marisol lay curled in the sheets, her breathing soft, her expression peaceful.
I hovered for a moment, drinking her in. Moments like this didn’t last.
“Marisol,” I said quietly, sitting down beside her.
Her lashes fluttered, then her gaze found mine. That look, content and drowsy, tightened the knot already lodged in my chest.
“What is it?” she asked, voice thick with sleep, her eyes narrowing at the edge of my unease.
I forced a smile and brushed her hair back. “There’s a business emergency. We need to leave early.”
Disappointment flickered across her face. “So soon?”
“I know,” I said, kissing her gently. “I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you. We’ll come back. Or go anywhere you want.”
She sighed, fingers grazing my cheek. “Okay. I understand.”
Her eyes searched mine. Whatever I was trying to hide, she felt it. A shadow crossed her face.
She knew something was wrong.
I kissed her again, deeper this time. Everything I couldn’t say poured into it.
I wanted to tell her the truth. Let her share the burden. But I couldn’t. Not yet.
I stood and reached for her hand. “Let’s pack and head home.”
We moved in silence. Not the comfortable kind.
Every folded shirt, every zipped bag added weight I couldn’t shake.
The island faded with each minute, our sanctuary giving way to reality.
Marisol tried to hide the tension in her shoulders, but I saw it. Felt it. The abruptness gnawed at her.
My silence didn’t help.
Before we walked out the door, I pulled her close and kissed her again. Tender. Slow. Full of what I couldn’t give voice to.
She clung to me like she didn’t want to let go.
Neither did I.
We left the villa together.
Whatever we’d built here lived between us now, silent but strong.Dissonant
But as we boarded the helicopter, something shifted.
She felt it. I knew she did. A fragile tension hung between us, stretched thin.
And I couldn’t deny it anymore.
I’d crossed a line.
I was in love with her.
And that meant she was already in danger.