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.