Forty Eight

Dante

I don't know how I should feel about Isabella thinking that I had left again. Dio Santo! Is she afraid to lose me? This is a revelation.

Even after confessing how much she missed me when I was away and how scared she was when she heard that I had been shot dead, this one makes my heart flip.

I caress her delicate skin from her cheek to her neck. She stays still meanwhile, her eyes never leaving mine. I lean down to kiss her. She wraps her arms around my neck pulling me closer into her. Her mouth opens up for me, her tongue down my throat. She has no idea how much I missed her, her beautiful mouth and the way her body responded to me without holding anything back.

"I am taking you home with me," I say. Her eyebrows knit together, confusion written all over her pretty face.