Sixty Seven

Isabella

I can't move. I sprawl on top of Dante, my muscles quivering like jelly. That had been the best, most intense sex of my life. It was like he knows what I want better than I do.

You like it rough and mean, just like I do.

Yes, I suppose I do.

It is more than that, though. It is Dante. He turns me inside out, makes me do and say things I never would otherwise. Then he rewards me in return. There are no losers, because I make him crazy, too.

His hand sweeps down my back, tracing out my spine. I smirked against his chest.

"I thought I was supposed to meet you in Sardinia."

"That was the original plan," he pressed a quick kiss to my mouth. "But I finished what I had to do earlier than I thought I would so I decided to join you other than go ahead of you."

"Why do I have to go to Sardinia?" I ask, really curious.

"I am going to be in Sardinia for some time so I wanted you to be around," he responds.