Chapter 522 - 520:Sana(1)18+

Chapter 522: Chapter 520:Sana(1)18+

The sharp, warm pressure met my lips before I could even get my bearings. The teleportation haze had barely cleared from the Absolute Mansion’s grand hall when Sana kissed me—hard, almost clumsy in its urgency.

"Hah... hah... You scheming bastard." Her breath puffed hot against my mouth. She hadn’t pulled away; her lips hovered just shy of mine. "You set this up."

"I really didn’t."

"Liar—"

I didn’t let her finish. My mouth found hers again, and this time I took charge. One hand slid under the silk of her gown, palm curving around the weight of her breast—warm, soft. She gasped into me.

"Mmmph..." A low, pleased hum vibrated between our lips.

When we broke apart, she was blushing, trying hard to maintain her glare. "Pervert. Admit it—this was the plan all along."

"What plan?" I murmured, already working the gown off her shoulders.

She snorted. "All that drama with the Harbingers? Just so you could get me alone?" Her words were sharp, but her fingers were already at my belt, undoing it faster than I could undress her.

"Not at all, I call false accusations."

My hands traveled down her spine, finding the clasp of her bra. A flick, and it joined the gown on the marble, her breasts swaying free as she shifted.

"Stunning..."

A deeper blush colored her cheeks now, but she didn’t hide. Instead, she stepped into me, kissing me again—softer this time. Slower. Our tongues finally touched, tentative at first, then sure.

I cupped her breasts again, thumbs brushing over peaked nipples. She sighed into my mouth, a soft break of sound as I kissed her deeper.

One hand drifted lower—over her hip, beneath the waistband of her last garment. I paused. She answered by pressing her forehead to mine.

My touch gentled where she was most sensitive.

"Ah—!" Her moan broke our kiss, her grip tightening on my shoulders.

"Dante... hah..."

"Shh." I lifted her; she yelped softly, arms looping my neck. Our bodies disappeared from the hall as we appeared within one of the empty rooms. I carried her to the large bed and laid her down.

For a long moment, I just looked: two-toned hair fanned out like a halo, cheeks flushed, that usual guarded look replaced by something raw and open. Beautiful.

I bent and kissed her forehead.

"Does this mean you’re mine now?"

"As if!" She tried to scowl, but her voice shook. "I’m just... making sure you don’t short-circuit from lack of contact."

I laughed softly. Stubborn till the end.

"You’re beautiful when you’re stubborn."

"Your smooth talk doesn’t work on me."

"Then I’ll stop talking."

I leaned over her, kissed her gently, then drew back just enough to watch her eyes. Her hand came up, cupping my cheek. That was all.

I took my time removing the rest of her clothes, watching for hesitation. There was none.

I kissed my way down—neck, collarbone, stomach—pausing at each shiver. Her fingers tangled in my hair. When I reached her hips, I glanced up. She met my gaze with flustered defiance.

"Thought you could run?" I teased.

"Shut u—"

Her protest dissolved into a moan as I pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. I lingered there, letting the tension build before looking up again. Her expression had softened completely now; her breath was uneven, her fists clenched in the sheets.

I kissed her where she was warm and wet, letting her rhythm guide me. She tensed at first—then relaxed into it on a shaky exhale.

"Dante..."

I answered without words, patient with every tremble and stifled sound.

The room faded until there was only her fingers in my hair, the heat of her skin, the way her sharp remarks had melted into breathless moans when our eyes met. I kissed her again, slow and deep, and let everything else disappear.

"Haa... Dante... I..." Her breathless voice cut short as her peak finally approached, the trembling of her body intensifying as I introduced a finger into her nether region, increasing her stimulation.

"Ohh..." Her hips buckled as her body leaned forward into my caress, her ass lifting off the bed as she chased that release.

"Dante... coming... something—"

I didn’t let her complete the statement as my fingers found her pearl hidden between her folds and, with a tender squeeze, sent her entire body unraveling.

"Ahhhhnnnggg~~"

Her release hit like a flooded dam as it crashed through her in waves, splashing all over my face and body as I greedily lapped up whatever I could.

"Haa... Haa... Haa..."

Sana’s words failed her as all she could manage were breathless whimpers while she tried to recover, but—

"Wh... what are you doing?" she managed, her voice trembling slightly as she looked up at me.

"Shhhh... we just went over the appetizer, now it’s time for the main course."

I gently slid my hands down to grip her hips, my thumbs tracing slow circles against her skin as I locked my gaze onto hers. The air between us grew thick, charged with the sudden shift from chaotic battle to an intense, private intimacy. I let my eyes search hers, silently asking the question that words couldn’t quite capture.

She met my gaze for a long moment, her chest rising and falling rapidly before she gave a small, imperceptible nod. "Mmm... be gentle... you bastard."

"Always."

Leaning forward, I pressed my forehead against hers, grounding us both in the shared warmth of the moment. With deliberate slowness, I pressed the tip against her entrance, letting her body register the heat and weight of me before making any deeper advance. She shivered softly, her fingers tangling into the sheets beneath her as she braced for the change.

I didn’t rush. I wanted every second of this transition to be felt, bridging the distance between our raw anticipation and the reality of what was to come. When her breathing finally leveled out into a steadier rhythm, I began to press forward, easing through her resistance inch by agonizingly slow inch.

"Ahhnnn..."

Her body arched instinctively, a soft gasp escaping her lips as the foreign warmth filled her. I froze instantly, resting my weight on my forearms above her, giving her all the time she needed to adjust to my size. I watched the subtle tension in her shoulders, tracing the lines of her face until the initial shock began to melt away.

"Are you ready?" I whispered, keeping my voice low and steady as I brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead.

"Mmm... do it. Take me for you and you alone." Her voice came in breathless, ragged fragments that sent a jolt straight through me.

Taking a deep breath to steady my own racing pulse, I shifted my stance, gripping her hips a little tighter before making one final, decisive push.

"Ahhhnnggg..."

"Fuck... so tight!" I couldn’t stop the raw groan from tearing past my lips as we fully joined, a thin line of crimson marking the threshold of our new union against the stark white of the bedsheets.

For a moment, her body stiffened, visible signs of discomfort flashing across her features as she fought to acclimate to the sheer intensity of the sensation. Recognizing the strain, I stopped all movement entirely. I lowered myself down, covering her with my warmth, raining soft, deliberate kisses across her forehead, her cheeks, and the hollow of her throat. I used my hands to soothe the tight muscles of her back, whispering reassurance against her skin until the rigid tension in her frame slowly began to ebb away into a manageable, trembling ache.

After what felt like an eternity, she let out a long, shuddering exhale, her eyes fluttering open as she looked up at me with newfound surrender.

"You... you can move now..."

"Alright, I’ll be gentle." Giving her one final, lingering peck on the lips, I righted my stance, letting the slow, rising rhythm of our breathing set the pace for what came next.

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A/N: The urge to leave you guys hanging here, but unfortunately I owe you guys too much to do so, sigh... the woes of a good man, anyways,

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