CHAPTER 85: FEELINGS UNREAL 18+

Back at the hotel,

The clock was ticking in the room, the sunlight slipping through the curtains, while the birds chirped harmoniously.

Alisha buried her head on Dante’s chest and she snored softly while Dante looked at her with a tender smile.

Her eyes suddenly fluttered open, meeting his gaze.

Her cheeks immediately flushed when she recalled all that they’d done the previous night.

"Morning, my love," he greeted, his sheepish grin stretching on his lips.

She instinctively gave him her back, and his smile faltered.

"Good morning," she grunted, pulling the blankets over her when she realized she was naked.

"Come on now, don’t tell me you’re shy," he said, lifting the blanket off her face.

"I’m not shy," she insisted, pulling the blankets back.

"Good, because last night, you were telling me to go faster, harder and you hugged me so tightly I thought I was going to die in your arms," he teased, as he reminisced about the scenes in his head.

Alisha pulled the blanket off her face as she glared at him.

"I’m not complaining at all," he explained. "I don’t mind dying if it means I have to die in your arms, my love," he said as he leaned in to place a kiss on her lips.

Alisha still couldn’t believe it.

At the rate her heart was beating, she couldn’t blame it on the wine she drank last night anymore.

Butterflies fluttered in her belly when she recalled what happened between them last night. She’d given him her body, willingly. And she enjoyed it, every second of it.

Had she been so hellbent on rejecting her feelings for him that she forgot how her body reacted to his touch?

"If it’s a joke, then you’d better stop. It’s not funny at all," she said, about to scoot away but Dante pulled her back in.

"And where do you think you’re running off to?" He questioned, his large arms wrapped around his breasts, kneading them as he buried his face in her neck, placing kisses everywhere.

She tried to wiggle away from his hold but his grip was tight, yet, gentle and firm.

Her body was sore from how he manhandled her last night. Yet, she felt her body reacting to his touch.

"Dante, it’s already morning," she said in between moans but he continued, barely listening to her words.

His hand left her breast, sliding down to her pussy. With one swift movement, he pushed two fingers in her, making her back arch in pleasure.

"Dante..." She moaned.

It was obvious this man was going to be the death of her one day.

Dante finger fucked her like there was no tomorrow, and just when she was about to make her release, her slipped his slender long fingers out of her.

She scowled. She was so close.

"You wanted more?" He asked innocently. "It’s morning. We should get going." He attempted to get out of bed but Alisha pushed him back to lay on the bed as she climbed on top of him.

"You’ve been in control. Now, it’s my turn." Her eyes shone deviously as her hand wrapped around her member which was leaking with precum.

It was hard to the touch, thick with veins peeking out.

’How did this enter me last night?’ She couldn’t help but wonder.

She stroked the little brother, her grip intentionally tight while Dante groaned. She loved hearing him moan, and she loved that her moves on him made him moan even harder.

She continued her speed, making sure that her grip was tight the entire time.

At this point, Dante was close to losing his mind, but he couldn’t do anything but enjoy the sight of his wife working on him, driving him crazy in pleasure.

His groan deepened, as his eyes closed for a second.

Alisha knew he was close and then, she stopped.

Dante opened his eyes, offended.

"Oops, you wanted to finish. You should have said so," she teased back.

Dante switched their positions. He was on top of her. He slipped into her without warning and Alisha cooed at that feeling.

"I’ll just have to finish inside of you." Then he worked on his movements.

Slow and steady, he drove her into another orgasm that made her body shake beneath him.

After an hour, he lifted her off the bed and took her to the bathroom to wash up. Unfortunately for Alisha, Dante fucked her against the wall. Their shower ended up taking another hour.

Alisha was wrapped in a white robe as she lay on the bed, completely exhausted.

She fought to keep her eyes open. It was already noon, her stomach grumbled from hunger but she was too tired to place a food order.

"Dante..." She called. She sighed when she remembered that he’d left the room for a business call. She stared at the telephone sitting in the bedside drawer, crying when she stretched her hand to reach it. Unfortunately, she couldn’t.

The door suddenly opened with the hotel staff, pushing a cart filled with food.

Her eyes glimmered as she grinned from ear to ear.

The staff nodded and left the room while Dante closed the door right behind him, also wearing a white robe like hers since they didn’t have extra clothes.

"You placed a food order."

"Of course. Eat up," he said, hand-feeding her.

"I can feed myself," she resisted but a scowl from him made her oblige.

Dante hand-fed her, nearly stuffing her up like a chicken.

"No more. I’m full," she said as she rubbed her belly. "My belly is so big now, I look like a pregnant woman."

Speaking of pregnancy, Dante didn’t use protection when they did it. She paled.

Their relationship had changed in less than a day, just one night. They didn’t need to act anymore.

Everything felt unreal, but since there were several truths to be unfolded, Alisha couldn’t risk getting pregnant for Dante. At least not now.

"Can I borrow your phone? I need to call Maxine. I’m sure she’s worried sick looking for me," she requested.