[The sound he releases is not very dignified, almost wounded, eyes rolling back followed by a deep breath he takes through his teeth. He's been under the influence for too long, and Dante had been struggling with his arousal from the moment she stepped into the room. Now that she's heat, heat and pressure and weight around him, it's a little overwhelming. How she whispers her name against his lips is almost too much to bear, the curl of his fingers on her scalp tightening.
His tongue darts out to taste the seam of her lips again.] I think I can guess. [It's a taunt, heavy-lidded eyes looking straight into hers, but the tone of his voice is strained, holding back the urge to growl again, move his hips upwards, spear into her like he did once before.
This is not the moment, however. He slips his other hand under her skirt again, resting a hand on her thigh.] I missed it. [Maybe he'll revisit that, later. And then fuss a little, and very pointedly not think about it again. ]
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His tongue darts out to taste the seam of her lips again.] I think I can guess. [It's a taunt, heavy-lidded eyes looking straight into hers, but the tone of his voice is strained, holding back the urge to growl again, move his hips upwards, spear into her like he did once before.
This is not the moment, however. He slips his other hand under her skirt again, resting a hand on her thigh.] I missed it. [Maybe he'll revisit that, later. And then fuss a little, and very pointedly not think about it again. ]