Chapter NINE-AVERY

Heaven.

This was what it felt like. I finally knew. Having Dante’s lips on my body was pure heaven.

I felt like I was skating along the edge of an icy precipice. I needed, fuck, I needed to come, but I didn’t want him to stop what he was doing with his mouth.

“What do you need, Honey? Tell me and you can have it.”

His deep voice rolled over me like a slow, rumbling storm, sending shivers cascading down my spine.

It wasn’t just the sound—it was the way his words covered me.

Rich and resonant, making the air feel charged, like the moment before lightning strikes.

Every syllable seemed to linger, tugging at something primal and electric inside me, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

The question hung there between us. It was real. Like a living thing. And I could see hunger dancing in the pitch black of his gaze.

Is he really asking me what I want?