I rewarded her with a thrust of my fingers so deep, so precise, that she cried out...

Dante’s POV

Her legs were around my waist, a desperate, fierce grip that pulled me impossibly closer. Her arms were locked around my neck, her fingers tangling in my wet hair, anchoring me to her. Her chest, slick with the warm spray of the shower, pressed against mine, skin sliding against skin wi...

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