[The last time had been turbulent, with very little regard for anything but the sating of their own needs, regardless of who had induced those into them. It had been his biggest concern - doubt over everything, both their minds and what they had wanted. He doesn't want that, not now, even if the mere touch of her skin against his lips is making him tremble.
It actually takes a flare of his own power to keep him still at her reply. Works as much as a warning shot as something deep within him manifests as both relieved and satisfied, thrilled and, just a little desperate. He still exhales loudly, the corner of his mouth twitching, swallowing hard something that threatens to crawl out of his throat that could have been either a groan or a growl. Dante leans in, his other hand coming up to stroke at a strand of her hair - steady does it - and whispers a "me, too" before pressing his lips to hers.]
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It actually takes a flare of his own power to keep him still at her reply. Works as much as a warning shot as something deep within him manifests as both relieved and satisfied, thrilled and, just a little desperate. He still exhales loudly, the corner of his mouth twitching, swallowing hard something that threatens to crawl out of his throat that could have been either a groan or a growl. Dante leans in, his other hand coming up to stroke at a strand of her hair - steady does it - and whispers a "me, too" before pressing his lips to hers.]