“Dante,” she whispered, her nails digging into my back. “Harder. Faster.”

Dante’s POV

The storm outside was nothing compared to the one inside her.

I watched her from the bottom of the stairs as she ascended slowly, dragging her soaked body like it carried the weight of every word I never said. Her wet clothes clung to her like second skin, strands of her dark hair stuc...

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