Chapter 143: 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.