No One's Pov
The warm water of the tub splashed over the sides as Viella squirmed, her heart racing.
Dante's hands were no longer just washing her, they were tracing the curves he had claimed only hours before, moving from her waist to her thighs and dangerously close to her most sensitive areas.
"Dante, stop! I said I'm sore!" she gasped, her hands splashing against the water as she tried to push his firm chest away.
But it was like trying to move a mountain. Dante didn't move. Instead, he caught both of her wrists in one of his large hands, pinning them gently but firmly against the cold edge of the tub. Before she could protest again, he stepped into the water, the fabric of his trousers clinging to his muscular legs as he sat behind her, pulling her back against his chest.
The heat of his body was even more intense through the wet clothes. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her damp neck, sending shivers through her despite the warm water.
