Chapter 3
Elena's Pov.
My hands flew to his chest, my fingers splaying wide over solid muscle and heated skin.
He grabbed my face, his grip firm, forcing me to look at him. His pupils were blown wide, his jaw tight. “Last chance to stop this,” he said hoarsely.
“I don’t want to stop,” I breathed. My voice shook with need. “Please, Dante. I need you.”
That was all it took.
His restraint shattered. He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as a gasp left me. He carried me to the bed and dropped me onto it, climbing over me like a predator finally claiming its prey.
His mouth was on mine again, hotter, hungrier, like he was devouring me and couldn’t get enough. His hands were rough and desperate as they tore at my shirt, yanking it over my head and throwing it aside
