Chapter 523 - 521: Sana(2)18+

Chapter 523: Chapter 521: Sana(2)18+

The moment stretched, fragile and luminous.

I held still, buried to the hilt, feeling every flutter of her around me—the lingering tightness, the soft pulse of her heartbeat where we were joined. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, wide and dark, the last traces of pain melting into something deeper. I brushed my thumb across her lower lip, then leaned down and kissed her with deliberate tenderness, tasting the soft, shaky breath she gave me in return.

"Still with me?" I whispered against her mouth.

She nodded, a small, almost shy motion. "Yeah... just—go slow. Don’t you dare rush this, you bastard."

"Wouldn’t dream of it."

I began to move.

Not a thrust—nothing so crude. A careful withdrawal, inch by aching inch, until only the tip remained inside her. I paused there, letting her feel the emptiness for a heartbeat, then pressed forward again just as slowly, filling her once more. Her lashes fluttered. A quiet, broken sound slipped from her throat.

I set a rhythm that matched the rise and fall of our breathing. Long, measured strokes that never fully left her, never slammed home. Each time I sank back in, I watched her face: the way her brows drew together, the soft parting of her lips, the flush that climbed higher across her cheeks. My hands stayed gentle—one cradling the side of her face, the other sliding beneath the small of her back, supporting her, guiding her.

"Dante..." My name left her like a confession, still edged with that familiar bite. "You’re... too careful. I’m not going to break."

I answered by rolling my hips in a slow circle, pressing deeper without force, and her free hand flew up to clutch my shoulder. Her nails bit lightly into my skin. I welcomed the sting.

"You’re doing so well," I murmured, voice low and rough. "Feel how perfectly you take me."

She tried to scowl, but it dissolved into a soft gasp when I angled my next stroke upward, brushing that sensitive place inside her. Her back arched off the sheets. I caught the motion with my arm, holding her close so our chests stayed flush—skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat.

The world outside the bed ceased to exist. There was only the quiet slick sound of our joining, the shared heat of our bodies, the way her two-toned hair spilled across the sheets like silk. I kissed the corner of her mouth, then the hinge of her jaw, then the soft pulse beneath her ear. Every place my lips touched seemed to make her tighten around me.

After several long, deliberate minutes, her breathing had grown heavier. Her heels dug into the backs of my thighs.

"Dante..." she panted, eyes half-lidded, still trying to sound annoyed. "Stop treating me like glass. Go faster. I can take it."

I searched her face for any hesitation. There was none—only flushed determination and the faint, stubborn tilt of her chin.

"As you wish."

I shifted, sliding my hands down to the backs of her knees and folding them upward, pressing them toward her chest so she was bent open beneath me. The new angle let me sink even deeper. I began to move with more purpose—still controlled, still intimate, but harder, the wet sound of each thrust sharper in the quiet room. Her eyes widened for a second before fluttering shut on a sharp moan.

"Fuck—yes... like that..."

I kept the pace steady and firm, hips rolling into hers with growing force. Every time I bottomed out she clenched around me, breathless little curses spilling from her lips between gasps. I leaned down, forehead pressed to hers, and felt her nails rake down my back.

When her first climax hit, it was sudden and fierce. Her body locked up, thighs shaking against my hands as a broken cry tore from her throat. She pulsed hard around me, flooding my length, but I didn’t stop. I rode her through it, strokes slowing only enough to keep her from overloading, then picking up again the moment the worst of the tremors passed.

"Already?" I teased softly against her mouth. "And here I thought you were tougher than that."

She glared up at me, still panting, cheeks scarlet. "Shut... up... and don’t you dare stop, you smug bastard."

I smiled, then hooked her legs higher—draping them over my shoulders so her ankles rested near my ears. The position folded her nearly in half, opening her completely. I drove into her harder, deeper, the new angle making her cry out with every thrust. Her hands scrambled for purchase on the sheets, then on my arms, then back into my hair as she tried (and failed) to keep glaring.

"Too deep—ahh—no, don’t you pull out—keep going—"

I gave her exactly what she demanded. The rhythm turned rougher, more insistent.

PAA! PAA! PAA!

The slap of skin against skin filling the room. Yet I never looked away from her face. Every time her eyes rolled back I leaned down and kissed the corner of her mouth, grounding her, reminding her I was still right there with her.

Her second climax built faster. I felt it in the frantic flutter of her walls, the way her breath hitched into short, desperate whimpers. When it broke she sobbed my name, body arching hard against the restraint of her own legs on my shoulders. I held her through it, grinding deep, drawing every last pulse from her until she was trembling and oversensitive and still somehow glaring.

"Move me," she managed between gasps. "I want—different. Don’t make me ask twice."

I pulled out only long enough to turn her onto her stomach, then lifted her hips so she was on her knees, chest still pressed to the mattress, two-toned hair spilling across the sheets. I entered her again from behind in one smooth, firm stroke, hands settling on the curve of her waist.

"Better?" I asked, voice rough.

She looked back over her shoulder, eyes glassy, lips parted. "Don’t talk. Just fuck me properly."

I did.

The new position let me thrust harder, deeper, the angle sharp and relentless. One hand stayed on her hip; the other slid around to stroke between her legs, fingers circling her swollen clit in time with every thrust. She pushed back to meet me, sassy little moans turning into breathless curses every time I bottomed out. ℯ𝕝.

"Harder—ahh—yes, like that, you bastard—don’t hold back now—"

I gave her everything. The rhythm turned raw and intimate at once: deep, powerful strokes that shook the bed, interrupted only by moments where I leaned over her back, kissed the nape of her neck, and whispered how perfect she felt around me. Her third climax crashed over her without warning—violent, shaking, her face buried in the sheets as she cried out and clenched so tightly around me I nearly lost control.

Still I didn’t stop.

I eased her down onto her side, lifted her top leg high, and slid back into her from behind in a spooned position, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other hand cupping her breast. The pace stayed firm, relentless, but closer now—more intimate. I could feel every tremor that ran through her, every ragged breath against my arm.

"Still with me?" I murmured against her ear.

She rolled her eyes even as another moan escaped. "Barely... you absolute menace. Don’t you dare finish before I—ahh—do again."

I laughed softly and obeyed, driving into her with steady, powerful strokes until her fourth climax ripped through her in long, shuddering waves. Only then, when she was limp and trembling and still somehow managing a breathless, half-hearted glare, did I finally let go.

I buried myself to the hilt, forehead pressed to her shoulder, and came hard—long, deep pulses that filled her completely. The pleasure rolled through me in heavy waves, drawn out by the way she still fluttered weakly around me.

For a long time afterward we stayed locked together, my arms wrapped tight around her, her back flush against my chest. Our breathing slowly evened out. Her hand found mine and laced our fingers together over her stomach, sassy even in exhaustion.

"...You’re still a scheming bastard," she muttered, voice hoarse.

I smiled into her hair and kissed the back of her neck.

"And you’re still mine."

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A/N: Ahh... so Sana really did skip the cue huh? Well, I’m all in for the chaos tk unfold when the girls finally wake up. Anyways as always,

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