Chapter 5 Two-night Stand

• Dante's POV
• He was a good kisser. Basil. He was technically the best kiss I had in a while. His tongue glided into my mouth, searching for the unknown, seeking humble dominance, and I allowed it as it penetrated, while sucking at my lower lip. He tasted sweet, not sweet like honey or ice cream, but sweet like an over diluted orange juice.
• I pushed him against the bed and mounted on top of him, taking control as I moved to his neck, sucking on his hickey spot. He moaned in pleasure, that masculine sound that usually seemed strong and impenetrable sounding vulnerable all of a sudden, and I relinquished in that knowledge; I had him right where I wanted him.