A Gift For The Devil

Dante's birthday arrived on a crisp evening, the grand Vitale estate glowing warmly under the golden light of chandeliers and candles. Dante didn't care much for celebrations, but Isabella insisted on hosting a small dinner for close friends and family.

Throughout the evening, Dante was his usual composed self, though his sharp eyes often sought out Isabella, whose radiant smile and delicate laughter were enough to make the devil himself feel human. But something about her was different tonight—there was a soft flush on her cheeks, a nervous energy in her movements that he couldn't quite place.

When the dinner finally ended and their guests departed, Dante exhaled in relief. He'd tolerated the evening for her sake, but now he was ready for the quiet company of his wife.

As he made his way upstairs, the sight that greeted him at their bedroom door stopped him cold.

The lights inside were dim, the air faintly scented with roses. A trail of crimson petals led from the door to the bed, where Isabella sat waiting, her figure illuminated softly by the warm glow of candles.

She was wearing a deep burgundy satin slip dress that clung to her curves, the delicate straps emphasizing her slender shoulders. Her dark hair fell in soft waves around her face, and her doe eyes shimmered with a mix of shyness and determination.

Dante's breath hitched, his usual composure shattered in an instant. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him without breaking his gaze on her.

"Micia..." His voice was husky, his eyes dark with an intensity that made her shiver.

Isabella's cheeks flushed a deeper red, but she held her ground, standing to face him. "Happy birthday, Dante."

He crossed the room in two long strides, towering over her as he reached out to gently cup her face. "Isabella" he murmured, his thumb brushing over her cheek. "What is this?"

She bit her lip, suddenly shy. "A... birthday gift," she admitted softly, her gaze flickering away from his before returning.

Dante's lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. "Mia bella moglie," he said, his voice low and reverent. "You didn't have to do this."

"I wanted to," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "You... you've given me so much, Dante. I wanted to give you something that... that meant something."

His thumb trailed down to her lips, and he leaned in close, his breath warm against her skin. "You are the only gift I have ever wanted, micia."

Isabella's heart raced as his words washed over her, and for a moment, they simply stood there, the air between them charged with unspoken emotion.

"You're too good for me," Dante said softly, his forehead resting against hers.

She smiled, her fingers brushing against his chest. "You're wrong. We're perfect for each other."

Dante's control snapped as he crushed her to him, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both tender and desperate. She melted into him, her hands clutching his shirt as he poured every ounce of his love, desire, and devotion into that moment.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless, Dante rested his forehead against hers again, his voice a low growl. "You're mine, Isabella. Now and forever."

"And you're mine" she whispered back, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw.

Dante's lips found hers again, slower this time, exploring her as if he had all the time in the world. His hands traced the curve of her waist, slipping over the smooth satin of her dress, his touch igniting a fire under her skin. Isabella felt her breath hitch, her knees weakening under his attention, but his strong arms held her steady, drawing her impossibly closer.

"Micia" he murmured against her lips, his voice a husky whisper. "You're intoxicating."

Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him down further, as if she couldn't get enough of him. The warmth of his mouth on hers, the way his hands claimed every inch of her body—it was overwhelming, and yet, she craved more.

Dante's lips left a trail of soft, burning kisses down her jawline, moving to the sensitive spot just below her ear. Isabella shivered at the sensation, her breath coming in soft gasps. "Dante..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He paused, his lips hovering against her neck as his hand tilted her chin up so their eyes met. His gaze was dark, intense, filled with raw emotion. "Say it again" he demanded, his voice rough but gentle.

"Dante" she said again, more confidently this time, her hand cupping his cheek.

That single word seemed to undo him completely. His lips returned to hers, the kiss deeper, more passionate than before. He lifted her effortlessly into his arms, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her body pressed flush against his.

Carefully, he carried her to the bed, laying her down among the scattered petals. The way he looked at her made her heart race—it was as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

"You're beautiful" he said, his voice filled with reverence. "Every part of you, Isabella."

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn't look away. "So are you" she whispered, her fingers tracing the sharp lines of his jaw.

Dante chuckled lowly, the sound sending a thrill through her. "You'll be the death of me, micia."

"Not before I'm yours forever" she replied softly, her words emboldening him.

His hands moved with care, sliding over her dress, tracing her curves with a reverence that made her feel worshiped. He kissed her again, his lips exploring hers with unrelenting passion, his touch igniting a fire within her that she never wanted to extinguish.

Their breaths mingled, their hearts racing in unison as they lost themselves in each other, the world outside fading away. For the first time, Isabella felt completely at peace, completely safe, completely his.

Dante's voice broke through the haze, a soft whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "You're everything I never knew I needed, Isabella."

"And you're everything I never thought I'd have" she replied, her voice trembling with emotion.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just them—the devil and his angel, bound together in a love that consumed them both.