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Dante’s smirk was both predatory and playful as he stood up, taking a moment to admire my flushed, satiated form. Without a word, he gently but firmly maneuvered me onto my knees and hands, my body instinctively responding to his guiding touch.
The sudden shift in position made me gasp, a shiver running down my spine as I felt the cool air brush against my exposed skin.
My eyes widened as I looked over to my shoulder, breathless and uncertain.
“Dante, what are you—”
My question was cut off by a sharp moan as he slid a finger inside me, the unexpected intrusion sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. My arms trembled, failing to keep me up and I fell forward onto the bed, my ass still raised in the air.
The position left me completely vulnerable, and the reali
