By the time Prim and Bristol got back to their rooms, the night shift escorts were already there waiting for them. Prim assumed a hummingbird would be flying into her room within minutes, but she had changed and read two chapters in the romance novel Bristol had lent her before Dante finally arrived.

Prim rose from her chaise to wrap her arms around him, and he leaned down to give her a soft kiss in greeting. “Everything okay?” she asked.

Dante nodded. “I went to the barracks to eat and wash up.”

“You can always wash here.” Prim ran her fingers over his chest, following the path of her fingertips with kisses. She loved his chest, so broad and muscular and with the perfect amount of hair. Even the scars were sexy, though she hated thinking of him hurt.

Dante didn’t answer, just ran his fingers through her hair that she’d taken out of his braids when she’d readied for bed tonight. She looked into his beautiful green and brown eyes as he watched his fingers disappear into her locks as if in a daze.

“Where’d you go during my lessons?”

Dante’s hands left her hair to move to her shoulders then down her arms, squeezing as he went. “The Cavs. Things are pretty quiet, though someone has claimed the fighting pit and reopened it. Not trying to continue any of Sol’s dirty work, though, so that’s good.”

Prim moved her own hands from his chest to his back, running her fingertips up and down and across his wings. “How can someone just claim it? Surely he had made arrangements for his possessions in the event of his death.”

Dante’s body stiffened under her grip. “You’re right. I’ll have to pay a visit to the Royal Bench tomorrow.”

Prim just thought Somanti would have off-handedly announced his intentions. She wouldn’t have guessed a lowlife like that would have kept his affairs in order in such an official way, using the same financial institution all the wealthiest of Hogard used. But she supposed Dante would know better than her.

“Any leads on the blood vial?”

Dante shook his head. “I tried asking around a bit and listening in on what they said to each other after I left, but nothing.”

Prim scraped her fingernails down his back now, pressing her body into him. “Anything I can do to help? If not with your mission, then perhaps with just taking your mind off it for a bit?” She lowered her hands to grab his ass for once.

Dante released a low groan but dropped his hands from her arms, looking over her room. His eyes lingered on the fireplace by the chaise, her book sitting on the low lying table in front of it. Then on her bed with its blue covers and many pillows. “It feels a bit unethical to fuck you after watching another man flirt with you all day.”

Prim dropped her own hands, stepping back to look at him so she could read his face better. He didn’t seem jealous. Just hesitant. “What do you mean?”

Dante took a moment to gather his thoughts. “It feels like he planted the seeds and tended the garden only for me to swoop in and steal the harvest.”

Prim laughed as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m not a garden, Dante. And even if I were a garden, I only want your seeds and your tools tending me.”

A slow smile spread on his lips. He reached down to slide his hand under the hem of her nightgown, and his wonderful long fingers gently pushed themselves between her lips and dragged up her slit. Prim’s core tightened and her knees bent in an attempt to keep those fingers on her longer as he pulled them away. He brought his hand between them, rubbing his thumb along his fingertips, considering her fluid. “So this isn’t for him?”

Of course not. If anything, it was for the lead in the book she’d been reading before Dante arrived who’d just taught the virgin heroine what an orgasm was. But she kept that to herself. “You can smell when I’m wet?”

“Of course,” he said with a devilish grin.

Prim wasn’t sure if that was hot or embarrassing. She looked over the infuriatingly sexy look on Dante’s face. Hot. Definitely hot.

“And of course it’s not for him. Everything I have, everything I am, is for you and only you.” She said it without thinking and immediately realized the problem--that wasn’t entirely true. As far as men, sex, romance went--yes. But there was always Kallia and Wassalia.

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Dante, however, didn’t seem to notice her misspeak. “Then I best not waste it.”

He leaned down to take her mouth, his hand once again sliding under her nightgown to stroke her slit before entering her. Prim moaned as he rubbed that spot on her inside wall that made her forget how to breathe. She only lasted a few moments before needing to have his dick inside her. Prim dropped her hands to his pants, unbuttoning them and thrusting her hand down to grip is cock.

She sighed at how hard he was. “Fuck me, Dante. Fuck me so good you’ll know I’ll never want another man. Ruin me.”

Dante growled, removing his pants. Prim watched with a heaving chest as he exposed himself. She didn’t bother to remove her nightgown, and he didn’t either as he lifted her up then lowered her slowly onto his cock right there in the middle of the room. She wrapped her legs around him, rocking back and forth as he thrusted gently, kissing her with a powerful tongue and biting her lip before pulling away.

“I’m going to fucking destroy you.” Dante turned around and slammed her into the wall, sconces rattling in their wake.

The stone wall dug into her back and Prim whimpered, her core tightening around him in response.

He paused, searching her eyes. “Are you okay?”

Prim laughed, then bent to nip his ear. “If you’re going to destroy me, you’re going to have to do a lot worse than that.”

Dante continued slowly pumping into her. “You tell me if it’s too much. If you want me to stop.”

It would never be too much. She would never want him to stop. But Prim knew he cared more about making her feel safe and comfortable than the sex, and nodded, though it wasn’t a question. “You do the same,” she breathed.

Now he laughed. Then unleashed himself.

The man knew how to move. He knew the angles and the motions that made every thrust scream-inducing. The session they’d had the other morning was just a quick introduction. It was for him really, as he’d already gotten her off twice. But tonight--tonight was for her. He was going to ruin her for other men.

First, he fucked her against the wall as she dug her fingers into his shoulders. His body crashed into hers with each thrust. The pain of the wall scraping her back, the friction of his chest rubbing her nipples, and the pleasure of him filling her melded together into an overpowering sensation that had her pressing her eyes closed and biting her lip to keep from screaming. When she did come, she wrapped her arms around his neck before plunging her face into his shoulder to muffle her cries.

Then, he laid her down on the chaise, kicking the table aside and placing her leg on his shoulder. He braced a knee next to her and the other foot on the floor as he fucked her there. In the firelight, Prim watched Dante’s muscles shift as he pounded into her. She zeroed in on the stretching of his neck and furrowing of his brows and parting of lips as she squeezed a breast with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other. After she came again, Dante changed positions once more.

Finally, he dropped to his knees on the rug, pulling her down with him, where she positioned herself on her hands and knees as he gripped her hips and fucked her from behind, just as she’d imagined that first night she tried to kiss him. He moved his hands to squeeze her tits, then brought one down to stimulate her clit, his soft circles moving in time with his deep thrusts. When she called out his name in ecstacy a third time, he came right after.

“I can’t last long with that beautiful ass of yours in my face,” he panted, slapping it lightly.

The last position had been much shorter than the others, but Prim still found his endurance quite impressive.

He slapped her ass again, leaving his hand there to squeeze it before gently running his fingers over the taut skin. “Can I bite it?”

Prim was still on her hands and knees and arched her back up, laughing. “You can do whatever you want to me, Dante.” She meant it. There was nothing she’d deny him.

Dante released a satisfied groan and put both hands on her ass before his teeth sank in. He scraped and sucked and kissed it, reaching around to play with her clit again. Prim closed her eyes and bit her lip as he did so for only a few moments, not long enough to release her again. Then he pulled back, standing, and offered her a hand.

When Prim stood before him, he ran his hands over her long hair, pushing it behind her back to reveal her body to him, which he greedily drank in.

Dante licked his lips, shaking his head. “You cannot be real.”

Prim laughed. “I don’t know what to tell you. I exist.”

Dante took her mouth again. Gods, she loved his lips on hers. He pulled back, smiling. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll continue ruining you.”

Dante’s cock was natural, Prim learned as he fucked her for hours just as he’d promised. He must have taken her in a dozen positions, one or two of which she was certain he’d invented himself. Each time they had to stop for him to recover, they kissed and cuddled and traded massages before he was again rearranging her insides. She loved the juxtaposition of her sweet, loving, caring Dante with the wild, rough, filthy one.

It was the perfect night. Until it became the perfect morning and Dante had to report to his post outside her door. They shared one last lingering kiss and then he was gone.

Prim had been joking about Dante ruining her for other men. He‘d already done that long before she’d known what he felt like inside of her.

But damn if he wouldn’t have been successful if there had been any doubt in her mind.