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Lady's body was left positively throbbing and buzzing as Dante slammed into her. His grip on her hips was tight enough to leave angry red bruises, but she couldn't care. She had taken harder hits before and would continue to, especially throughout the night as he railed her to kingdom come. Their relationship was slightly unorthodox, yeah, that was a nice way of saying she shot him in the head one time, but there was no denying that they cherished each other. Messy kisses dragged across her lips, face, neck, and collarbone. Trails of fire were left behind in their wake and had her crying out in delight. Desperately, she clung to him for dear life. It's all she could do. Her bed frame slammed against the wall again and again and forced the framed photos on the wall to rattle noisily before crashing to the ground.
Pleasure burned throughout the woman's writhing body. Panting, she reached up to cradle his face. Shaky hands pushed his silvery locks from his face. He blinked before smiling down at her. "How're you holding up?" he cheekily asked.
Huffing, she pulled him into a needy kiss.