Dante looks at the picture of Nell, a sudden pull by look at her picture was causing him to lose his focus. He never desired any woman so badly; all he fantasies her pale curvy body wide open pounding into her wildly and her pale skin glowing red with his angry marking. Just thinking about it gives him a hard on. He has to think about her as a criminal rather than a lover. He calls for a day and wants nothing but a cold shower to relax his tense shoulder.
Entering his apartment, he strips off and races into the cold shower. The ice-cold water began to calm his nerve, then he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around and found himself face to face with stark n***d Nell. The cold water turned into a hot steamy shower foggy up the glass as Nell pressed her soft flushed body against Dante
