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Your breath came heavy already, his broad shoulders blocking your vision of anything beyond him, but that was okay you didn’t want to see anything other than him.
Dante’s chest inches away from you, so… tempting. You reach a hand out, brushing your fingertips along his muscles. You could sense he was holding back a witty remark, something charming Dante knew would get a smile from you.
You decide to take a risk, you glance up at his face. It was only supposed to be a glance but something in his eyes made you pause. Your thirst for him was palpable but while looking into his eyes you could tell he felt the same. Dante smiled slightly, and then leaned down and kissed you gently.
The kiss itself lasted only a couple seconds but it was enough to get your mind and body hungry for more. You grabbed his coat collar and pulled him towards you, but right before your lips connect you pause… waiting… hoping.
Dante grants your wish. He closed the gap, suddenly alight with motion. His strong hands roaming your body, one hand curving around your waist and the other hand working its way around your neck. Gentle yet meaningful, sure of his actions. Dantes lips pressed to yours, both of you working in harmony, small gasps escaping you both as you ravage each other. Your own hands pressed to his chest and behind his back. Your legs tremble beneath you, begging for more.
And he gives you more. Dante’s tongue flicks in in out of your mouth, dragging circles along the back of your throat and then quickly pulling back out to land a gentle bite on your lip, coaxing you into a deeper, more intense kiss.
His hand moves from your waist to your pants, sliding them down your legs, he pulls away from you briefly and his blue eyes glide across your legs. His voice whispers out compliments, his voice raw as though he’s speaking to you as you would a God.
Dantes hands hover hesitantly over your underwear and he chuckles into your kiss slightly, unsure of what to do next. You take matters into your own hands, taking his wrist and guiding it to your already sensitive skin.
As soon as his fingers brush against you he comes alive again, his other hand reaches behind your head, grabbing some of your hair and pulling it to tilt your head back. Giving Dante more space to trail kisses along your neck and collar bone.
You left out a gasp as two of his fingers slip inside you, your face falling into his shoulder as you brace yourself against him. His voice is ragged and breathless in your ear telling you how good you’re doing while taking his fingers.
Your hips start moving, matching his pace as you fuck yourself on his hand. You gasp and you can feel Dante smiling into your neck as he adds a third finger.
You let out a groan, feeling yourself get closer and closer to orgasming. Dante speeds up enjoying the way your body twitched around his fingers and drips onto his hands.
Dante makes you reach climax and he chuckles as your legs tremble and give out beneath you and you crumple as a wave of pure pleasure fills your body. He catches you, and kisses you softly.
You stare at him hazily expecting him to not want to go any further, but you were quite wrong. Dante leans over and whispers something in your ear, causing your face to go bright red and you nod fervently.
He pulls out one of his guns and places it at your still needy hole. You were practically begging him to continue. And he did.
The cold barrel of a gun was shoved into you, your body tensed around it and your grip tightened on Dante, and moan slipped your lips and turned into a sigh of satisfaction.
The gun kept coming, the metal thrusting in and out of your body. Every single time it felt as though it was pushing further and further into you, the hilt pressing against your walls. Your legs shake and you gasp but it’s cut off quickly by his mouth closing in on your lips. His tongue pressing in and out of your mouth, keeping pace with the gun and as fucks you mercilessly.
You can hear the slight drip of precum as it drips onto the ground below you but the sound is well muffled by your own voice as you cry out for Dante, pleading his him to go faster, harder, further, knowing your body can’t take it. And somehow he does. Your body surges forward onto him yet again, your legs twitching wildly as you soak his gun with your cum.
His voice praises you, and he kisses you gently before kneeling before you to lap at the cum sliding down the inside of your thighs.
His eyes lock with yours yet again just as your knees give out for the second time. He catches you in his strong arms and smiles again brightly while brushing a kiss into your hair.