Dante Sparda

The air thickened, and your body softened under the burning tension of a man who seemed to melt under your skin, delivering electric shocks to the walls of warm moisture. It seemed that Dante was trying to get not into your body, but much deeper - into your soul, fingering the folds of soft skin that covered the fragile bones underneath. Your thoughts were confused, your back ached, being in a long arched position while rough hands squeezed the elastic sides of your waist. You grabbed the fabric of the sheets, hoping to have some kind of support. The tremors did not subside, but became faster and faster, hinting at imminent release. After just a couple of heavy sighs, with the creaking of the bed, a stream of hot liquid flowed onto your back. decorating it with ridiculous patterns. "From April 1st. Funny. Your back is now white." - The man groaned, massaging the skin with his thumb while squeezing the flesh of your waist.