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DANTE
I woke first, my eyes slowly opening to the sight of Eleanor curled up against my chest, her body nestled close like a baby. A tender smile spread across my face as I gently stroked her hair, my fingers moving through the soft strands.
She looked so gorgeous and so mine. Leaning down, I kissed her cheek softly, eliciting a small whimper from her lips.
Her legs were draped over mine, and as she shifted slightly in her sleep, her knee brushed against my hard c**k, making me inhale sharply. The sensation was electric, but I knew she would be too sore from the night before.
Glancing at the clock, I saw it was early morning. Reluctantly, I decided it was time to wake her.
“Eleanor,”
I called softly, my voice a gentle murmur.
“Wake up, sweetheart.”
She stirred, her eye
