174: Throes of passion

Throes of passion

Once Dante undressed himself completely, Anastasia positioned herself to sit on her knees and joined him in the sweet warmth that she had come to know and grown fond of. She loved this man with all her heart, and she willingly surrendered everything she had to him.  0

Time and time again, Dante had repeatedly proven to her that he was worthy of her trust and love, mending the small bruises that had formed between them in the past. 

"My beautiful rabbit," Dante whispered, feeling her fit perfectly in his arms. He had never imagined he would ever be blessed with such happiness, and now that he had it in his grasp, he wanted to protect it at all costs. 

Dante's tongue slipped inside her mouth, tasting the sweetness, and in response, she opened up like a flower blooming in his hands. Feeling her heart race, he deepened the kiss. 

A soft gasp escaped from her lips when his hand reached between her legs, feeling the bursting pleasure that was building up in her, and it didn't take long for the room to be filled with her moans. 

"A-ah…" Anastasia uttered his name as her mind started to turn hazy. She felt his finger rub against her before it slid inside of her, making her grip his shoulders for support. "Ah…!" an even louder cry emerged from her when his finger thrust deeper into her. 

It didn't take long before Anastasia began to melt under Dante's ministrations. While his skilful fingers continued to pleasure her between her legs, eliciting moans and cries from her, he swallowed them with kisses on her lips. 

Even though Dante didn't let her have her release, as if teasing her by bringing her to the edge, Anastasia's body throbbed with excitement. When he finally pulled his fingers out from her, she struggled to catch her breath. She took this opportunity to drown him in her love, as her lips left a trail of kisses on his neck and the expanse of his chest. 

The kisses were so sweet that Dante treasured each one of them. Her earnestness to please him tugged on his heart, but before she could go any lower than his stomach, he stopped her by placing his finger under her chin. 

"What an eager rabbit I have here," Dante hummed, and his eyes darkened when Anastasia looked up at him from where she was to meet his gaze. Her lips and cheeks were flushed, and she looked like a delectable bunny just waiting for him to devour her. "You aren't ready."

Anastasia's heart didn't stop racing, and she whispered, "I want to pleasure you too…"

Dante didn't have the heart to stop her, but at the same time, he nevertheless gave her advice, saying, "If you want to… let us take it slow." He instructed her, "Hold it in your hand."

Anastasia looked down at Dante's hardened member, noticing the veins. Wrapping her hand around it, she found it to be warm and throbbing. She then heard him say, 

"You can slowly move your hand up and down," and she did as he instructed. 

Not hearing a word from Dante, she worried if she was doing it correctly and looked up at him, feeling her heart flip at his erotic expression. Finding courage, she increased the pace of her hand and heard him hiss in response. 

Wanting to see him lose control, Anastasia became bolder and moved closer to his hard member. Dante's eyes narrowed subtly at the same moment, knowing exactly what was on her mind. Her tongue peeked out of her mouth before she gave it a lick, and that was all it took for him to lose control and he cursed, 

"Fuck! Come here." Dante pulled her up to him. He took a seat before having her straddle him. 

Anastasia asked him with a hint of concern, "Did I do it wrong?"

"No. You did everything right." Dante stole a kiss from her lips, murmuring, "It seems slow can wait."

It took a second for Dante's words to register in her mind because the next moment, she felt his member rub against her wet sex, causing her to sigh with pleasure. This particular feeling made her toes curl, and he slowly pushed himself into her, his hands gripping her hips as if he could no longer hold himself back. 

A shuddered breath escaped from Anastasia's lips as she felt him stretching her, and she let out a whimper. 

"Breathe, Anastasia." Dante pressed his lips to her throat. His hand stroked her back and he praised, "Good girl."

And once Anastasia grew accustomed to the sensation of their bodies being connected, Dante began to thrust into her while manoeuvring her hip movements to match his own. As the pace picked up, the room began to fill with gasps and moans.

Anastasia knew she had experienced intense emotions like this previously, but this… her mind was becoming hazy. She felt all of him, filling her up with every move, each movement deeper than the last. Her mouth became dry from calling out his name, and she gripped his shoulders, moving with him. 

"Dante…!"

Dante watched Anastasia in fascination through the throes of the passion they currently shared. He watched her expression, marred with desire, voicing out her longing that he quenched with his. Destiny had brought them together, but it was their will and determination that led them to where they are today. 

As they continued to race towards euphoria, Anastasia soon found her face buried in the crook of his neck. To her, it felt as if she were drifting on rainbows as sweat that had formed on their skin trickled down their bodies. 

When Anastasia felt her pleasure reaching its peak, her buried head pulled away from him, and she threw it back as her inner walls tightened around his member, letting him know she was close. Not a second later, she cried out her release, 

"A-ah…!" 

Dante, not far behind and breathing heavily, tightened his grip on her waist and soon followed her. 

Laboured and erratic breathing filled the room as they held onto each other. Anastasia allowed her head to rest on his shoulder, experiencing a sensation of floating unlike anything she had felt before. Her chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath while clinging to him. 

Dante gently pulled himself out of her and then drew her closer to him, enveloping her in his arms. He tenderly caressed the back of her head. 

Anastasia held onto Dante, her lips curling into a sweet yet satisfied smile. She whispered, "Dante?" 

"Mm?" Dante hummed. They leaned back to gaze into each other's eyes. 

She leaned closer, placing her forehead against his, and breathed, "I love you." 

A smile spread on Dante's lips, and he responded, "And I love you."

As if having a sudden realisation, Anastasia asked him, "Do you think—the Devil heard us?" Considering he was inside the palace and likely possessed good hearing. 

"I made sure to close this space just for the two of us. I don't need anyone eavesdropping on your beautiful cries," Dante reassured her, and Anastasia let out a sigh of relief before breaking into a smile. 

Far away from Dante and Anastasia's room, down on the ground floor, some guests continued to enjoy the celebration. At the front of the palace, Emily stood beside her mother, wishing the guests a safe journey. 

When Emily turned around, she spotted Nathaniel stepping out of the palace entrance with Lady Layla on his arm. Every time she saw him, she felt a pang in her heart, a sensation that only intensified with each encounter. It had been hours since she learned of her soulmate's existence, yet instead of standing next to him, she was told to stay away from him. And in those hours, her mind seemed to have come to a standstill. 

"It was a lovely wedding, Lady Sophia," one of the guests praised. "I look forward to returning here soon with good news from Princess Emily." 

"It should be only a matter of time before Emily finds the right suitor," Lady Sophia replied with a smile. A faint smile briefly graced Emily's lips, but it quickly faded when the lady turned away to head to her carriage. 

"Good evening, Lady Sophia. Princess Emily," Lady Layla came to greet them before she departed from the palace. 

"It is wonderful to see you here, Layla. You should consider staying in the palace," Lady Sophia suggested, but the young woman politely declined with a shake of her head. 

"I would love to, but I have some wedding details to look over early tomorrow morning," Layla replied. "Perhaps some other time." Seeing Lady Sophia looking at her fiancé standing next to her, she added, "This is Nathaniel Lynx. The man I will be marrying. We will send you the invitation soon."

"How delightful!" Lady Sophia exchanged pleasantries, while Emily tried hard not to look at the man, yet she sensed his gaze on her. 

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