Ophelia's body went limp in Dante's arms after her third orgasm. Dante's chuckle bothered her because she knew he wasn't as tired as she was.
Ophelia pinched Dante's back as revenge for finding her lack of energy to be funny.
"Do you not get tired?" Ophelia asked, knowing Dante could go again.
It was her fault for lighting a fire under a man who was a literal beast.
Dante kissed Ophelia's cheek to comfort her. "We can stop here."
"Hmm," came Ophelia's response. "I needed a moment to catch my breath. I would go once more-"
"Can't keep your hands off of me?" Dante teasingly asked.
Ophelia leaned back and glared at Dante. "Should I go to bed and leave you to take care of yourself? I could be so cruel to do it. I advise you not to push me towards it," She said, waiting for Dante to test her again.
Dante raised his arms in defeat. "Forgive me," he said, knowing not to push the limits with Ophelia.
