Page 21 of Desire

Her body responded to the vibrations, and her breaths grew heavier. Her muscles tightened, heat spreading through her core. Lowering the vibrator, she pressed it against her swollen clit, the sensation making her gasp.

Emma’s body trembled with need as she slowly slid the vibrator inside herself, feeling the fullness and pressure that mimicked what she craved from Dante. She thought of his hands on her body, commanding her to submit to his dominance. She remembered how his touch made her feel alive. And as her own arousal grew, Emma imagined it was Dante’s hand guiding her to climax, whispering into her ear, telling her that he owned her body and her mind.

“Fuck,” she whispered, biting her lip to stifle her moans. She moved the vibrator in and out of her wet, aching pussy, each thrust bringing her closer to the edge. Her free hand roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples, heightening her pleasure. Her muscles tightened around the vibrator, the pressure and the pleasure building up inside her.

Emma pumped the vibrator faster, her breath coming in short pants. She could feel herself teetering on the brink of climax, desperate for release. Suddenly, an image of Dante’s face filled her mind, his green eyes locking on hers with a fierce intensity, his lips poised for a passionate kiss. She could hear his deep, seductive voice calling her his “Little Queen Mab,” and she could hardly help but let out a gasp as her body began to quiver and shake. Her climax was imminent, and as she let herself go, her body tensed.

“Ah, Dante,” she moaned, her voice barely audible over the sound of running water.

Finally sated, she lay there for a moment, catching her breath and basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. Gradually, her breathing steadied, and she knew it was time to rejoin the world outside her fantasies. She stepped out of the bathtub, carefully cleaning the vibrator before returning it to its secret hiding place. After dressing and fixing herself up in the mirror, Emma felt ready to face dinner with her parents and Dante.

Emma’s pulse was still racing from her intimate moment in the bathroom as she went back downstairs. The sound of voices drifted up to meet her, and for a moment, she wondered if Dante had arrived while she’d been lost in her fantasies about him.

Rounding the corner into the living room, Emma was met with an unexpected sight. Instead of finding Dante, she found her brother, Joey, standing tall in his army uniform, grinning from ear to ear. Her parents beamed beside him, their eyes shining with pride.

“Joey!” Emma gasped, her shock quickly morphing into joy. “When did you get home?”

“Surprise, kiddo.” Joey chuckled, opening his arms to greet her. Emma practically leaped into his embrace, wrapping her arms around him tightly. She had missed him so much. They all had.

“It’s so good to see you,” Emma murmured into his shoulder, trying to act nonchalant despite the whirlwind of emotions coursing through her.

As they pulled apart from their hug, Joey’s gaze flickered over her face, his expression turning teasing. “So, I hear you’ve been working with Dante Ashton.”

Emma blushed, suddenly self-conscious. “Yeah,” she admitted, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “It’s been interesting. He’s coming for dinner tonight.” And she really should give him the heads-up that Joey was here, but she didn’t want to spoil the surprise. However, she selfishly wondered if this would set back her romantic plans about revealing who Queen Mab was.

“Interesting, huh?” Joey smirked, clearly aware of the secret crush she had harbored for Dante for years. “Just remember, he’s a shark and you’re a little goldfish. Don’t get yourself hurt swimming too close.”

“Joey,” she protested, cheeks heating even further. But she couldn’t deny the truth in his words. Dante was a powerful, dominant man, and she was still finding her footing in the world of BDSM. Not that Joey knew anything about that. At least, she hoped he didn’t.

“All right, all right,” Joey relented, ruffling her hair affectionately. “Just looking out for my little sister.”

“Thanks,” Emma mumbled. When would he stop treating her like a little kid? “At least I’m learning how to swim with the sharks.”

“You always were a quick learner.” Joey grinned. “But I still wish you were teaching kindergarten instead of being a glorified nanny.”

She knew he was only joking, but his words still stung a little. She had always wanted to make a difference in the lives of the children she cared for, and being a kindergarten teacher had been her dream since she was a child.

“Yeah, well, I still wish you were working in the United States and not getting shot at, but we can’t always have what we want, can we?”

It was like all the air had gotten sucked out of the room at her words.

She felt a twinge of guilt, but not really. She had meant what she said. Just as Joey had meant what he said.

“The kitten grew claws,” Joey said, but he didn’t sound angry. In fact, he sounded proud of her.

“Emma, are you all right?” her mother asked, concern coloring her voice.

“Uh, yeah, just a little hangry,” Emma replied.

“Of course, honey,” her mother said sympathetically. “Don’t worry, dinner will be ready soon.”

Her father clapped Joey on the shoulder, beaming with pride. “We’re just so proud of both of you,” he said, his voice filled with genuine affection.

“Absolutely,” her mother agreed, her eyes shining with happiness. “Our little Emma, working with one of the top designers in the world, and our Joey, home on leave from the army. We’re truly blessed.”

As they stood there in an awkward silence, Emma shifted her weight from foot to foot and resisted the urge to check her phone to see if Dante had texted.

“You know, I’m proud of you,” Joey said after a moment, looking Emma in the eye. “You’ve grown into your own person, and I’m happy to see that. But there’s still a part of me that’s worried about you.”

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