Warning! Mature content.
Dante discarded his pants and removed the last of their clothing from the bed.
Seeing his body, Ophelia envied that there wasn't a single scratch despite Dante being the one to be out fighting wars. She also admired his body. There was no doubt in her mind that Dante trained tirelessly to keep himself in good shape.
It helped him to remain fit and fuel her desires at the same time.
At times, Ophelia couldn't believe she had gotten married to Dante. Not only because he was a lord, but because she had been fortunate to marry a man with good looks to leave her breathless in moments like this.
Ophelia kept her gaze on Dante's upper body as she didn't want to come eye to eye with the elephant in the room. Instead, she admired his abdomen and his muscular arms, which caught her attention when she once saw him training.
Would it be wrong of her to want to be hugged tightly by this man?
