Warning! Mature content.
Ophelia writhed beneath Dante. She clung to him, not wanting to let go.
The tips of Ophelia's ears turned red as the squeaking of the bed with each thrust filled her ears. Her cheeks were flushed as she engaged in an act she didn't think would ever excite her, but now she wanted to try again.
"Dante," Ophelia whispered his name. Her breath tickled his ears due to their closeness.
Ophelia whined when Dante bit at her neck, and she knew he was leaving another mark, but at this very moment, it wasn't a concern for her.
Dante continued to shower kisses on the old scars, giving each one a bit of his love.
Dante bit Ophelia and earned the reaction he wanted with Ophelia digging her nails into his back.
He gritted his teeth as Ophelia's insides gripped him almost as if her body was turning the tide for him to be punished.
