Page 100 of The Sterling Acquisition
“I’m going to take such good care of you,” Dante whispered against his throat, pressing soft kisses along the sensitive skin. “Make you feel so good, baby.”
The endearment should have made Orion bristle, but instead, it made something flutter in his chest. Dante worked his way down Orion’s body with deliberate slowness, his mouth worshipping every inch of skin. When he reached Orion’s cock, he pressed gentle kisses along the shaft before taking him into his mouth with careful suction.
The pleasure built slowly, sweetly, and Orion found himself relaxing into it. This wasn’t the overwhelming intensity from before—this was patient and thorough, designed to ease him into sensation rather than overwhelm him.
When Dante’s fingers found his entrance, they moved with the same careful control. One finger, then two, working him open with gentle precision while Dante murmured soft encouragements against his skin.
“So good for me,” Dante whispered, his voice warm honey. “Taking my fingers so well. You’re going to feel amazing around my cock.”
The praise was sweet, loving even, and Orion felt ready when Dante positioned himself between his thighs. The blunt head of Dante’s cock pressed against his entrance with gentle pressure.
“Ready?” Dante asked softly.
“Yes,” Orion breathed, and meant it.
Dante pushed in slowly, so slowly, his face tight with concentration as he watched Orion’s every reaction. “You’re doing so well,” he murmured as he worked deeper. “Taking me so perfectly. You feel incredible, baby.”
The stretch was intense but manageable, and Orion found himself breathing through it, letting his body adjust to the foreign sensation of being filled. When Dante was fully seated inside him, they both stilled, panting.
“Okay?” Dante asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
“Yeah,” Orion said, and it was true. It felt good—full and uncomfortable and right in a way he hadn’t expected. “You can move.”
Dante started with slow, careful thrusts, each movement controlled and measured. His hands were gentle on Orion’s hips, his mouth soft against Orion’s throat as he murmured constant reassurances.
The gentle pace felt nice, but as Orion’s body adjusted and the initial nervousness faded, something else started to creep in. A growing frustration that had nothing to do with physical discomfort and everything to do with the way Dante was treating him.
Like he was fragile. Like he might break.
“Dante,” Orion said. “You can... you don’t have to be so careful.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Dante replied, his voice still that soft, controlled tone that was starting to grate on Orion’s nerves.
“You’re not going to hurt me,” Orion said, rolling his hips up to meet Dante’s next thrust with more force than Dante was giving him. “I’m not made of glass.”
But Dante maintained the same gentle pace, the same soft praise, the same careful handling that made Orion feel like a delicate flower instead of the person who’d been fighting tooth and nail for months.
The frustration boiled over. “Stop,” Orion said sharply, his hands pushing at Dante’s chest. “Just... stop for a second.”
Dante stilled, concern flickering across his features. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
“No, you didn’t hurt me,” Orion said, his irritation bleeding into his voice. “That’s the problem. You’re treating me like I’m going to shatter if you touch me too hard.”
Dante blinked. “I thought... you said you were scared.”
“I said I was scared, not that I wanted you to treat me like a fucking porcelain doll,” Orion snapped, his familiar fire reasserting itself. “I don’t want you to be different. I want you to want me the way you have been—like you can’t control yourself around me.”
“You want me to stop holding back?”
“Yes,” Orion said emphatically. “I want you to fuck me like you mean it, not like you’re afraid I’m going to break. I’m tougher than you think.”
The careful control in Dante’s expression began to crack, hunger bleeding through the careful restraint. “You sure about that?”
“Positive,” Orion breathed, his body already responding to the change in Dante’s scent, the way his muscles tensed with barely leashed power.
Something dangerous flickered across Dante’s features. “Careful what you ask for,” he warned, his voice dropping into that rough register that made Orion’s nerve endings sing.
“I know what I’m asking for,” Orion challenged, meeting Dante’s gaze steadily. “The question is whether you’re going to give it to me.”
