Warning! Mature content ahead.
Ophelia held her breath as Dante lowered himself to her once more. He surprised her by kissing the flesh where she knew an old scar lingered.
Dante left pecks of kisses along Ophelia's body.
While Ophelia might not like they still covered her body, and Dante did not mind them.
Dante knew well why Ophelia had each mark on her body, despite her not sharing the tales. Each scar represented a time Ophelia fought back against the Valthorns to either protect herself or her brother.
Her scars told a story of her fight, so Dante would love each one of them. Her body showed the lengths she would go to protect someone she loved. Dante admired the scars and left the hate for the ones who placed them on her body.
Dante's warm breath tickled Ophelia's skin as he moved along her body. He tried not to miss any scar as each one deserved his attention.
