Chapter 166: The Breaking Point

Dante moved with purpose.

With possession.

With the kind of slow, devastating intensity that made Bella feel like she was coming apart beneath his hands.

Every touch—every kiss, every breath, every scrape of his teeth against her throat—

Branded her.

Burned her.

Ruined her.

And she wanted more.

"Dante," she whispered, her voice raw, trembling, desperate.

His growl vibrated against her skin.

"Say it again."

Bella gasped as his lips trailed lower, his breath hot, searing, merciless.

"Dante—"

His hands tightened on her hips, his body pressing her down, forcing her to surrender to the weight of him.

"Louder."

Bella's head tipped back, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as he finally—finally—

She shattered.

And Dante?

Dante dragged her back together.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Until all that was left of her was his.