Dante’s POV
She was still naked from before, her skin warm and soft against mine, but now it felt tense, like a wire pulled too tight.
She glared up at me, her eyes fierce and stormy, filled with tears that shimmered but didn't fall yet. Those tears made something twist inside me, a mix of guilt and want that I couldn't shake. Her chest rose and fell fast, breaths coming in short huffs, her breasts pressing against my shirt.
I didn't say anything more. Instead, I shifted my hips, lining myself up. My c**k was already hard again, throbbing from the fight in her eyes. I pushed inside her slow, real slow, savoring the way her body gave way.
Deep, inch by inch, no rush at all.
I wanted her to feel every single bit of me—the thick head stretching her entrance, the veins along my shaft slid
