143: Echo of the walls

Echo of the walls

Anastasia experienced a shudder in her heart upon hearing Dante's direct words, and regardless of how much time they spent in each other's company, there were some of his words that always caught her off guard. As his hand around her waist loosened its hold, her bare feet regained their footing against the cold floor, all while his eyes bored into hers in question. 

Dante heard her heart accelerate its rhythm, and to put her at ease, he gently took her hand and placed it on his own chest. Anastasia's eyes widened as she sensed his heartbeat matching hers, and he stated, 

"You aren't alone. You are important to me." His eyes delved intensely into hers. 

Anastasia's lips parted, and she replied, "I am yours to corrupt…" She noticed a sizzle in the air as Dante's hair lost its remaining moisture and turned dry. 

"Without a doubt, in every form and every life." Dante's hand reached for the belt fastening Anastasia's robe before he tugged it free.

And as bold as Anastasia's words were, she turned shy when the robe came undone, unveiling her to Dante's unabashed scrutiny. His gaze shamelessly roamed over her body, drinking her in. With a graceful touch, his hands found her shoulders and then deftly guided the robe to cascade down, pooling around her feet. 

"Do you want to help me remove my robe?" Dante teased her, seeing her grow more aware with each passing second. 

As Anastasia's fingers closed around the belt of his black robe, her cheeks had already turned flush, and she murmured, "It is like unwrapping a present." Her heart pounded within her chest, and when Dante clasped her hand, her eyes returned to meet his, finding him already staring at her. 

"There's no need to be scared, little rabbit. I will give you the highest pleasure this world has to offer," Dante vowed, aiding her in untying his robe. "An experience nothing will ever come to match, and something that both of us will enjoy."

"Y—Your words are making me feel drunk," Anastasia responded, as her hold on the belt loosened and it slid out of her hand. 

Anastasia saw Dante raise his hands to his chest, where his fingers slipped beneath the fabric, provocatively parting it, and she heard it softly drop on the ground. Her eyes fell on his broad shoulders before they began to linger on his well-defined chest. He was magnificent, exuding a blend of confidence and a pure masculine aura. However, before her gaze could travel further down, he advanced a step closer, redirecting her attention to his intense crimson eyes, locked onto her. 

"I want you to be as intoxicated as I am." Dante's voice flowed like silk, smooth, and rich. When he not-so-subtly leaned towards her, she gravitated towards him, akin to a moth drawn to the flame, ready to surrender its wings to the captivating fire. 

A gasp involuntarily escaped Anastasia's lips as Dante's finger lightly traced from the dip of her neck and began to travel downward, initiating a cascade of sensations. Her slightly parted lips opened wider, quivering an inch away from his while he watched her with pure fascination. Anastasia sensed an increasing feeling of yearning for his touch, but the person before her was a demon intent on witnessing her writhe and moan within his tantalising torment until she dissolved into oblivion. 

When Dante pulled his hand away from her before it could venture below her stomach, he saw her eyebrows knit together and her eyes convey a quiet plea. The expression was enough to stir his own thoughts, and in the next second, he lifted her into his arms. 

Dante carried Anastasia across the room, and the ease with which he held her made her feel as weightless as a feather. He gently lowered her onto the centre of the bed, and then climbed on it such that he hovered above her. 

Anastasia's gaze fixed on his dark, thick locks of hair, its gentle movement captivating her senses, and the impulse to touch it became irresistible. She admired the contours of his face, his eyes watching her beneath his thick eyebrows. The angles of his nose and jaw were sharp and strong. As her hand extended to caress his jaw, he gently caught it in his hand, proceeding to kiss it with his sinful lips. 

He guided the hand he held to rest above her head, pressing it gently against the surface of the bed as he lowered his head to hers. 

"Ah..!" Anastasia moaned when Dante's knee unexpectedly pressed between her legs, reigniting the delicious sensation that she recalled him allowing her to experience. "Dante…" His name escaped her lips in a breathy whisper. 

"Yes, my little rabbit?" Dante inquired of her, his voice a soft murmur against her lips. "Looks like you need to be fed, as you are hungry."

The next moment, their lips sought each other, moving fervently as if they had been famished for years. The kiss overflowed with longing and desire—an insatiable need to be close to each other and never wanting to let go; after all, they had finally found one another. 

And as patient as Dante had appeared, his touch was anything but that, now revealing an urgent impatience as his restraint began to break. When Anastasia's lips parted in invitation, he seized the opportunity to plunder and claim what rightfully belonged to him. He playfully nipped her bottom lip to taste her sweet blood. 

"There's something about your blood that makes me want to delve into it, wanting to savour it until the very last drop," Dante murmured, his eyes flaring with an unvoiced craving for her.

Anastasia felt the grip of his hand on hers turn firmer, his struggle evident as his canines elongated and the root-like markings emerged from the corners of his eyes. 

As if sensing his internal conflict, Anastasia lifted her head and gently kissed him, her lips lingering there. His canines returned to their usual state, and so did his skin.

"My most precious person," Dante murmured before capturing her lips once more, a smile forming on his lips as he felt her body relax. He peppered her with delicate, butterfly-like kisses along her jawline, evoking a tickling sensation that made her giggle. He pressed his lips against her skin before pulling back to look at her and saying, "With all our inhibitions and worries lost, let me devote myself to you as you rightfully deserve. Completely and wholly mine." 

Dante's hand let go of hers, reaching instead to curl around her neck, his grip firm yet gentle as he sucked on her delicate neck with an intensity that was bound to leave a mark, a visible testament to the passionate moments they had shared in each other's company. 

Lost in the tantalising sensations, Anastasia had closed her eyes, and soft sighs escaped from her lips when his lips traced a path along her skin, descending towards her chest. 

"…!" 

Anastasia let out a gasp when Dante's finger flicked the tip of one of her breasts, eliciting a surge of blood that not only flushed her neck and prompted her eyes to flutter open, but also ignited heat between her legs. 

"So responsive," Dante murmured, his eyes darkening at the sight of her nipples hardening beneath both his gaze and touch. Anastasia noticed how the sweet demeanour he had tried to maintain dissolved, now replaced by something more primal. "You have been tempting me ever since the first night we danced."

"I have?" Anastasia questioned, her voice emerging as a mere whisper. A shiver coursed through her when she felt Dante's playful fingertips flirtatiously tracing the curve of her breast. 

She heard Dante hum in response, and her lips quivered when he cupped one of her breasts, which fit perfectly in his hand. "Your wet clothes clinging to your body like a second skin—did you think it didn't affect me? The things I wanted to do to you that night are the very things I will show you now."

Dante squeezed her breasts with his hands, watching as she succumbed to waves of pleasure. 

A soft cry escaped from Anastasia when Dante took one of her hardened tips into his mouth. An electric current surged through her body, causing her back to arch off the bed, which only granted him greater access. 

Her delightful cries only aroused Dante further, and his mouth turned rough as he relentlessly sucked on her breasts until the room was filled with her moans. He ran his hand along her back, tracing the beautiful curve she arched for him.

Anastasia's eyes rolled back as Dante's teeth grazed her nipple, rendering it sensitive. He let go and transferred the same fervent attention to the other nipple. And once he pulled away from it, he blew air over the peak to see her body shudder in response.

"Beautiful," Dante praised, his hands and lips roaming over her body, leaving nothing unexplored.

Anastasia's stomach dipped as Dante peppered kisses across it, causing her toes to curl. Instead of going lower, he shifted to sit upright between her legs and watched her chest heave. Her eyes fluttered open and swiftly met his attentive gaze, which watched her every reaction.

Dante picked up one of her ankles, his lips trailing along the length of her leg, before once again leaving her hanging without touching her where she craved it most. 

"Dante…" Anastasia complained, to which he responded with a knowing smile that curled his lips. 

"Yes?" Dante asked her.

Anastasia wished she knew how to torture Dante like he did to her. She said, "Please… touch me." 

Dante's jaw clenched, Anastasia's words pouring gasoline onto his already roaring blood. He yanked her ankles to bring her closer to him. When he touched her between her legs, he remarked with a pleased gleam in his eye, "My needy rabbit. So wet."

There was something in the way Dante uttered those words that heightened Anastasia's arousal, turning her even wetter, and she furiously blushed under his burning gaze. As he sat between her legs, her curious eyes travelled down his toned body before settling on his hardened manhood, and she gulped at the sight.

"Ahh!" Anastasia cried when Dante's finger glided into her wet folds, and her toes pressed against the bed. His finger moved in and out at a pace that added to the already-building pleasure poised to erupt within her. 

However, just as she approached the peak, on the cusp of release, Dante slowed the movement of his hand, and a chuckle escaped from his lips when Anastasia cast an involuntary glare in his direction. 

"What an intriguing expression you have there; it makes me want to see more of it," Dante remarked, and her glare swiftly transformed into longing as his finger picked up its pace, this time adding another digit to prepare her for what lay ahead.

He returned to her side, their lips meeting in a tender kiss, and like the Blackthorn rose that had stirred to life, every part of Anastasia came alive and responded to Dante, reacting to his every gesture and action. She melted for him, and she felt him caress her cheek as they locked eyes in an intimate gaze. 

"This will hurt, but for not more than a second," Dante reassured her. Noticing her purse her lips, he gently asked her, "Don't want to go further?" 

Dante tried to rein in his uncontrollable desire for her, and even though he had guided her to this precipice, he didn't want to force her if she wasn't willing, while holding a fervent hope that she wanted to continue. 

Anastasia gently shook her head, her words soft as she explained, "I didn't kiss you the way you kissed me… or touch you the way you did," and she heard him sigh. His forehead settled against hers, and she watched as he briefly closed his eyes before he looked at her once more. 

"There's plenty of time for you to do that; it doesn't have to be today." Dante kissed her nose. "All you need to do is breathe, and let me take care of the rest."

Seeing Anastasia nod and place her hands on his shoulders, Dante guided his hardened manhood and rubbed it against her wet entrance.

Anastasia found the sensation to be different compared to his fingers, and she relished the feeling. Her breathing hastened, as if anticipating what was to come next. However, he didn't prolong the moment, as he swiftly pushed himself into her.

A loud cry spilt from Anastasia, the sharp pain piercing through her as Dante penetrated her more deeply. 

Dante allowed her time to adjust and waited for her to get accustomed to him before he started moving his hips. Every thrust elicited a louder moan than the one before it, while her fingers gripped his shoulders with increasing intensity, digging into his skin, which he more than welcomed. One hand moved to her waist, and the other gripped her thigh, feeling her tighten around him. 

Anastasia found her head thrown back in the throes of pleasure, her lips parted as she sensed Dante pulsing inside her. As the seconds passed, his movements only picked up pace. 

The bed softly creaked at their movements, and the room was filled with moans and sighs. All coherent thoughts vanished, and all Anastasia could remember was Dante's name, which eventually turned into a whisper as her throat grew parched. 

It took only a few moments before Anastasia's body prepared to descend from the high that Dante had taken her to. He watched her beautifully quiver under him, her eyes dilated in pleasure and her hold tightening as she came apart, and soon after, he followed, sharing in her release. 

Anastasia's voice sounded hoarse; her mind dazed as she tried to come down from the euphoric sensation. But she wasn't the only one in this state, as the sound of Dante's laboured breathing reached her ears from above. She felt him tenderly kiss her forehead, and it filled her heart with warmth. 

"My delicious rabbit. You did very well," Dante said. When her eyes met his, a sweet smile spread across her lips, her cheeks burning.  0

Anastasia sat upright on her knees in front of Dante, and he watched her with curiosity. Leaning in, she kissed his lips before whispering, "It was out of this world." 

Dante could sense the satisfaction radiating from her, and he pulled aside a few strands of her hair that were stuck to her face. He smiled and said to her, "I am glad it exceeded your expectations. Are you tired?" 

"Not much," Anastasia breathed. "You?"

"It appears that we both have a voracious appetite that requires sating," Dante remarked, causing Anastasia to blink at him in response. When he snapped his fingers, she heard something crackle on the wall. 

Her attention was captured by a mirror materialising on the wall, reflecting their naked selves. Turning her gaze back to Dante, a blush tinged her cheeks as she inquired, "This is not for getting ready… is it?" 

"No, my love," Dante replied with a mischievous smile. His hand curled around her neck, bringing her close for him to kiss her, and he remarked, "This one's for you to experience other worlds."

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