Chapter 65
- The calm and composed Mr. Dante was gone, replaced by a passionate man consumed with excessive desire.
- "Fuck it, come here," he growled, encircling his arms around my waist possessively. He crushed his warm lips against mine, kissing me deeply, hungrily, like my mouth was a delicious meal he needed to savor.
- His kisses were addictive. The sweet taste of his mouth was something I could never get enough of.