Danté's attention had once again been captured by the young dancer, who's eyes now traveled up towards him. Every few seconds, she would smile and twirl her hair, shooting him steamy glances. Danté's mouth went dry. He had to get off the phone. Now.
"Okay, then, I guess I'll see you in the morning," Danté said, his voice drifting off as he snapped his cell phone shut, his legs propelling him towards the woman, who'd dismissed her partner and was now groovin' to the beats on her own.
As the music throbbed, the people around them dancing away, Danté stood a few feet from her, licking his lips as he watched her use the clinging Donna Karan gown to her advantage. She turned and tossed him a mischievous grin.
"Hey," he finally said, his voice constricted. He was gone. Thirty seconds and already he was gone.
"Hi," she replied, her eyes flashing flirtatiously at him, her body beckoning him closer. Danté's eyes dipped down slowly, bringing them back up. Anyone could see she was a trained dancer. Her technique was flawless, but it was the emotion she put into her moves that made her stand out from everyone else. Danté couldn't help but feel possessive of her, she was doing this for him, after all. She had other admirers, both male and female, but her attention and intention was reserved for him only.
Danté's ears pricked as he heard Get Off fade out, Janet's Go Deep taking over. Her eyes lit up, she loved this song. She considered it their special song, when they were in the proper kind of mood, of course. The crowd loved it too, the floor flooding with tired bodies suddenly rejuvenated and ready to strut their stuff.
Danté gave her a knowing smile, taking a step towards her. She laughed, throwing her head back in delight. Oh yeah, he was definitely in the mood for this.
*~*
I'm feelin' fine
'Cause in time I'll be out tonight
I'm startin' now
Makin' sure I look fine tonight
*~*
She turned away from him, feeling him come up behind her. A chill ran down her spine as she continued to move her body, swaying perfectly to the beat, her arms above her head. He was right behind her, keeping himself mere inches from her, his hot breath tickling the back of her neck. Her eyes closed and she bit her lip, refusing to be baited by his early advances on her.
*~*
We go deep
And we don't get no sleep
'Cause we be up all night
Until the early light
*~*
Danté continued his enticing performance for her. Normally, he held himself in check when out in public clubs with her. Tonight, however, seemed different. They were silently changing the tempo, letting themselves the freedom to let loose. She leaned back slightly, her head turning. He instinctively swayed with her, his own movements complementing hers. Their proximity let him inhale her fragrance for a fleeting moment until she moved again, as if teasing him. Danté bit back a moan, coughing instead. His eyes locked onto her hypnotizing physique, her swaying backside causing a low growl to emit from the back of his throat. He was unraveling and loving every second of it.
*~*
I'm feelin' high
'Cause I'm outta control tonight
(feelin' high don't wanna stop)
He's got me movin'
DJ groovin' I feel way right
(groovin' I don't wanna stop)
*~*
She grinned triumphantly, she knew his weaknesses and wasn't afraid to use them against him. Her head fell back as she danced, and she waited. She was on fire now, every pore craved for his touch.
*~*
I'm gettin' freaked from behind
I don't even mind
'Cause he's lookin' damn fine
Make him mine in time
Gotta take him home
When I get him all alone
I'll make him scream and moan
He won't wanna stop
*~*
Danté snaked one arm around her waist, resting it against her abdomen as he pressed up against her in one fluid motion. Once again, the tempo changed, their dancing now joined, turning it into something intimate and pure. They moved in sync, both leading and both following, neither having a care in the world outside their own.
*~*
We go deep
And we don't get no sleep
'Cause we be up all night
Until the early light
*~*
Keesha let out a shaky breath as Danté's hands began to slowly roam from her abdomen to her hips. Perspiration made the already snug evening gown cling further and his seductive touch was intoxicating. She wasn't sure how much longer she could keep holding off temptation. A devious plan sprung forth. Two could play this game. In fact, two *should* play this game. Pulling abruptly from him, she took two steps forward and turned. His startled expression encouraged her, he wasn't expecting this at all. A coy smile appeared as her dark eyes danced. She would show him.
*~*
We go deep
And we don't get no sleep
'Cause we be up all night
Until the early light
*~*
Danté watched with mesmerized eyes as Keesha mouthed the lyrics, her lithe frame taking his desires for her to an entirely new level. She would dance for him, but this was potent in a way he'd never seen before. His arousal pushed against the confines of his pants. The lump did not go undetected as Keesha's expression became one of hunger, still speaking to him, demanding from him what she wanted. Her hand extended, her index finger pointing to him. Danté's breath became shallow as his gaze locked onto hers. He would take her right here, right now if she wanted, he didn't care, he just wanted to feel her, to be inside her, to make her cry out his name over and over.
*~*
We go deep
And we don't get no sleep
'Cause we be up all night
Until the early light
*~*
Keesha's blood boiled upon seeing the evidence of Danté's erection, the dampness between her legs growing. All he had to do was touch her and she would be gone, devouring him, tasting him, nothing spared. She slowly crooked her finger at him, calling to him.
Now.
*~*
We go deep
And we don't get no sleep
'Cause we be up all night
Until the early light
*~*
Together they searched the vast Manor, stealing kisses in between their quest for the perfect venue. They'd already passed at least half a dozen suitable, private rooms, but like always, they held off as long as they could, knowing their mutual passion and heat would build the longer they waited.
They soon came across the door leading to the downstairs wine cellar. Keesha lavished kisses along Danté's neckline. "Will anyone come down for more wine?" she asked in a hoarse whisper.
Danté stifled a groan and shook his head. "Any necessary extra alcohol is being kept in a back room connected to the ballroom for easy access. Nobody will come down here," he murmured seductively, leading her down the dark winding steps and through the wine cellar, passing row after row of fine wine that the Vitali family had gathered for generations.
Danté wasted no time in dispensing with his jacket and tie as Keesha tugged at the buttons on his white shirt. Once she'd gained freedom to his chest, her hands greedily ran over his well built frame. Their mouths hungrily found each other, their hands running along skin, still slick from their earlier dance. Danté tugged at Keesha's thin straps, pushing the gown easily down to her waist. Keesha gasped as the cool air assaulted her sensitive skin, her chest rising quickly. Danté lowered his mouth to her ample mounds, his tongue fondling the erect peaks, warming each in a slow, thorough fashion. Keesha whimpered at the touch, raking her hands through his jet black hair, grinding into him. Her eyes latched onto the wine in the dim room and she grinned.
"Danté? I'm kinda thirsty," she murmured before lowering her mouth to suckle his earlobe gently.
Danté halted his roving hands and mouth, his gaze lifting to meet hers. "Of course, where are my manners?" His eyes expertly scanned the rows of wines lining the walls until he pulled one off, peering at the slightly faded label. "This is perfect," he announced, removing the tightly sealed cork. Taking a nearby glass, he poured a small amount, offering it to Keesha. She leaned forward, taking a sniff and smiled. "Excellent choice," she agreed.
Feigning disapointment, Danté frowned. "Darn, no other glasses for us to drink from," he noted, looking around the room.
Keesha's grasp on the glass loosened, sending it crashing to the ground. "Oops," she said innocently, playing along. "We don't even have one to share."
Danté grinned impishly. "Well, we shouldn't let this go to waste," he said.
Keesha shook her head in agreement. "No, we definitely shouldn't."
Bringing the bottle opening to his lips, Danté took a long drink of the cool, dark liquid. He murmured approvingly as he swallowed, handing the bottle over to Keesha. She repeated his actions, her murmur of approval making Danté suck in his breath. Keesha took another long swig, this time, pulling the bottle away for a few seconds. The red wine spilled down her mouth and chin, splashing onto her exposed bosom and further down her firm stomach.
"Oops," she purred, "this is gonna need cleaning up," she declared, placing the bottle on a nearby table. Danté licked his lips ravenously, watching the glistening liquid against Keesha's mocha colored skin.
Closing the space between them, Danté lowered his mouth, "let me," he spoke softly, his breath sending shivers through Keesha. His words were quickly replaced by his soft mouth against her skin. Keesha trembled, gripping her hands against his strong shoulders. She closed her eyes, deep sighs passing her lips as Danté's tongue went to work removing any trace of the wine from her. Taking extra time with her breasts, he laved one peak while massaging the other with his hand. Their mouths met, tongues pushing forward feverishly.
Once again, they were beginning a dance only they knew. Keesha's hands dropped to unbuckle Danté's belt, impatiently freeing his pulsing manhood from his boxers. Danté let out a gutteral moan when her warm hands closed around it. "Oh god Keesha," he rasped, running his hands along the sides of her thighs, tearing the saturated panties from her. Keesha cried out in anticipation. She'd waited all night for this, for him to come deep inside her and give her the ecstacy she craved. Danté lifted her gently off the ground, pressing her against the mahogany colored wall, feeling Keesha's legs wrap around his waist tightly. He smoothly entered her, the joining making both cry out happily. Finally, they were together again. As they had done on the ballroom floor one flight above them, they began to move together. No music was necessary, the matching beat of their hearts gave them the only rythym they wanted. They hung onto each other for dear life, tightly coiled together, unwilling to let anything seperate them. The formerly still room was now overflowing with pleasure filled sounds as both began to approach the apex of their union. Danté's thrusts increased in every way and their cries became louder and more uncontrollable.
Keesha arched her back as Danté thrust one last time deep within her, both releasing as their defeaning noises roared through the wine cellar.
Soon, the young lovers had separated, nestling together in the corner of the room, taking small sips from the wine. Danté shifted in his spot on the floor, grazing his fingers along her bare back. "Mi amoré," he murmured softly to her, twining his hands with hers. Keesha sighed at his words. Opening her mouth, she began to sing the lyrics they both knew all too well.
*~*
We go deep
And we don't get no sleep
'Cause we be up all night
Until the early light
*~*
"That we do," Danté admitted, pulling her closer in his lap for a tantilizing kiss that left Keesha gasping for more. "We also did better this time. We don't usually make it to the second chorus, we're too busy doing other things," he said huskily.
"Next time," Keesha spoke, her voice taking on a sultry tone, "I'm gonna sing it in Italian. I wonder how far we'll get then," she said suggestively. Danté pulled her to him, his arms folding around her tightly.
"Bella, I'm going to have to teach you to speak Italia first," he murmured, his mouth descending to the hollow of her neck.
Keesha shivered as his tongue darted out, running along her jawline. "Then we'd better start those lessons right now," she insisted, turning to straddle him, her hands wandering down to unfasten his pants.
"Aye dios," was all Danté could muster up in response.
Neither hurt the soft clicking of the upstairs door shutting firmly in place. Nor had they been aware of the visitor who had stumbled upon them. Too preoccupied with her own swirling emotions, she hadn't heard the young lovers until she'd nearly revealed herself by stepping out of the shadows. The only thing that stopped her was his hand grasping for hers. She'd nearly screamed at the startling touch, until she realized who it was.
She knew his touch anywhere.
So with nothing more than a sigh, she allowed him to slide up behind her, his hand still clutching hers. Silently, they had watched the young couple passionately engaged in their lovemaking, a longing sadness enveloping both. They stared for a few long moments until she finally turned upon hearing the young woman's distinct cry of ecstacy. Tears blurred her vision.
She had once known what is was like to feel such bursting pleasure, to love and be loved completely. To sing as loud as you could, being free in the arms of the man you loved to the depths of your very soul.
Until one day he abruptly left, never to return.
Or so your broken heart had reluctantly believed.
Then the night your cousin, Dominik Vitali and his family's company Vitali Inc. decided to throw Port Charles's wildest party and it all changed.
He had materialized, seemingly out of thin air. Smartly dressed in Prada, he'd taken a flute of champagne and scanned the crowd. His eyes had locked onto hers, but it was too late, she'd already turned to rush from the packed ballroom.
And he'd been chasing her ever since.
"Alexis! Stop, please!" he called after her, his hand grasping for hers once more. He pulled them both to a stop.
"Leave me alone!" Alexis cried, trying to wrench her hand free. She'd almost made it to the secluded guest house. The newest addition to Vitali Estates, Dominik had specifically situated it behind the poolhouse to allow his guests their privacy. Alexis wanted nothing more than her own space. Instead, she was standing breathlessly in front of the only man she had truly ever loved.
"I will not leave you alone," he growled. "We will sit and discuss this like rational adults."
A sharp slap against the side of his face was the immediate response to his words.
"You are a bastard!" Alexis hissed, her brown eyes blazing with rage. With that, she turned and stalked into the guest house. He rubbed his face, his trademark cocky grin appearing as he stared after her.
He had his work cut out for him.
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