I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 505 Control

Night wrapped the little house like a held breath. Only the clock ticked, soft and patient, and the wind pressed itself against the glass.

Inside, the lamp glowed low and golden. Alina lay draped across Dante’s chest, her arms curled around his ribs, one leg hooked over his thigh. Her ear pressed right over his heart. It beat slow, steady. She counted each one.

His hand moved along her spine. Palm flat. Fingers trailing up, down, slow circles between her shoulder blades. His thumb pressed gently into the knot of tension there, then smoothed it out.

She sighed and pressed closer.

"Don’t worry," he murmured. His mouth brushed her hair. "I’ll be there."

"I know, but I am still nervous," she murmured, her voice slightly muffled against his chest. "And you are coming there as Dad of Lucien and Sable."

There was a small pause, then she let out a breath that was half laugh, half sigh. "It feels... serious."

"True," he said, a faint chuckle vibrating through his chest into her cheek. "But you do not have to worry. They are not going to eat you."

She laughed properly this time, the tension loosening from her shoulders. "Haha... true."

Silence settled again, but it was comfortable, filled only with shared warmth and slow breathing.

Then his hand stilled slightly on her back.

"But..." he said slowly, his voice dropping into something softer, deeper, rougher.

"You should be careful of me," he murmured near her ear, "because I can eat you."

For half a second, her brain froze. Then heat rushed straight to her face.

"Deeeee!" she protested, half embarrassed, half laughing, pushing weakly against his chest.

And he just looked down at her in amusement.

Finally, she decided worrying wasn’t helping. She kissed his forehead, soft and slow.

"Good night," she whispered.

He watched her eyes flutter closed. Watched her breathing deepen. Watched her body go heavy against his.

She fell asleep in minutes. Curled into him like he was the only safe place she knew.

Dante stayed awake.

He stared at the ceiling and breathed. Long and slow. Deep and controlled.

I need to control myself.

His jaw tightened.

She didn’t even think in that direction.

He closed his eyes. Her weight pressed against his chest. Her leg still hooked over his thigh. Her breath, warm and slow against his collarbone.

Wait for her. Don’t rush. Don’t—

But lately it was getting harder.

The dreams came almost every night now. Her name on his lips when he woke. Her body in his arms, but not like this.

And during the day, every small thing she did, the way she bit her lip reading, the sound of her laugh, the scent of her hair when she leaned past him to grab something, it all hit him differently now.

He couldn’t look at her without wanting.

Couldn’t be near her without his hands remembering how she felt, even though they’d never touched her the way he imagined.

His breathing roughened.

Control.

He shifted slightly, careful not to wake her. Her fingers curled tighter into his shirt even in sleep.

He looked down at her face. Soft in the dim light. Peaceful.

His chest ached.

Damn. I want her.

He swallowed hard. Forced his breathing slow again.

Wait. Just wait.

But waiting had never hurt like this before.

He had dropped hints. Small ones. A look that held too long. His hand at her lower back, fingers pressing just a little too warm. His voice going rough when he said her name.

She never noticed.

Or if she did, she read it wrong. Kindness. Care. Dante being Dante.

She thought so purely of him.

And his mind? His mind was dark with wanting. He imagined her close to him, breathless. Her legs wrapped around him. Her voice breaking on his name.

He imagined her wanting him back the same way.

Then she’d look up at him with those soft eyes, smile sweet, tuck her hair behind her ear, and say something gentle. Innocent.

And he’d feel like a f*cking animal.

He stayed still beneath her now, her sleeping weight warm against his chest. His blood was heavy. Thick. His whole body aching with want he had no right to.

She trusted him. Curled into him like he was safety.

She had no idea what he thought about when he closed his eyes.

What he thought about when she sighed in her sleep and shifted her thigh higher over his.

His hand curled into the sheet. Filthy, he told himself. You’re filthy.

But he didn’t move her. Didn’t wake her. Just lay there in the dark, breathing slow, burning slow, and hating how good it felt to hold her anyway.

Morning arrived quietly, the soft pale light of early sunrise slipping through the curtains and spreading across the small bedroom in a gentle blue gold glow. The house still carried that sleepy silence that only exists before everyone wakes up, when even the air feels slow and peaceful.

Alina stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the edge of her blue dress for the third time, her fingers smoothing invisible creases while her heart beat just a little faster than usual. The soft blue fabric made her skin look brighter, smoother, almost glowing in the morning light, and she had tied her hair loosely so a few soft strands framed her face naturally. Her makeup was light, barely there, just enough to make her feel put together, not overdone.

She studied herself for a moment longer, her teeth pressing gently into her lower lip in habit when she felt nervous.

Not bad... she thought quietly.

A small, shy smile touched her lips before she turned away from the mirror.

Her gaze shifted toward the bed.

Dante was still sleeping, lying on his stomach, one arm half under the pillow, the other stretched loosely across the mattress like he had fallen asleep mid thought. His dark hair was slightly messy, horns angled lazily against the pillow, and the slow rise and fall of his broad back made the blanket shift with each breath. Even asleep, he looked big. Strong. Like someone who never truly let his guard down, except in moments like this.