Chapter 174: 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.
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..."