Dante’s pants and my dress needed to go. But I didn’t want to stop kissing him to undress further. It was an interesting dilemma to be in.

“Gabrielle,” Dante whispered against my neck while he placed hungry kisses in it.

Fuck, his warm breath felt so good against my skin.

“Hm?” I managed to mumble since I couldn't think straight with his hands all over me.

“I wanted you to know that I’ve ...