His Luna, Forever

Once we were inside Dante’s bedroom, he slammed the door shut and devoured me with his mouth. His hands were all over me, ravenous, tearing the clothes from my body and the scraps were left pooled on the floor by our feet, shortly followed by his. Dante feasted on my body with indirect touches and my entire body erupted in bitter-sweet shivers, while I clawed at his back, attempting to pull him closer like a wild animal starving for sustenance, but he kept pulling back, resulting in me releasing a growl of frustration. I swear, if he was about to pull that leave-me-hot-and-flee shit once again, so help me… Dante, clearly aware of the effect he had on me, had a shady smile on his lips before he grabbed me and lifted me from the floor. A cry of panic escaped from my lips, followed by laughter, as he threw me back on the bed and pounced onto me and his lips collided with mine once again. He laid a hand on my shoulder, slowly, and softly, began trailing it down over the swelling of my brea