[His head of silver falls with a hiss, turns slightly to capture her tongue with his lips, suckles on it. Her moving around him, the motion first in her legs, then her hips, and then inside, gets him to groan and Dante can almost find a subtle rhythm to it like the pace of a shore. Instead of soothing, it only ignites the tension inside him, a livewire that threatens to connect at any moment. The idea of quick release seems very tempting, but now that he has her there, he wants to keep her longer.
The fingers threaded through her hair stroke it down, and he takes a deep, heartfelt breath as she speaks. Temptress. ] Almost at my limit, gorgeous. Best save that for next time.
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The fingers threaded through her hair stroke it down, and he takes a deep, heartfelt breath as she speaks. Temptress. ] Almost at my limit, gorgeous. Best save that for next time.