“Let's stop here, bestie," Dante said huskily as he caught her hand which kept tracing his chest.

“Why?" She asked, confusion flashing in her eyes. “You don't want me?"

“No, not that. I want you, trust me. 0! But if we continue like this, I might not be able to hold back.”

"Then don't,” she said seriously.

Dante raised a questioning brow, his lips curving up. "What?”

"Don’t hold back, I want this.” She admitted, looking him dead in the eye. She wasn't the shy type he usually liked, but with this side of her, he was more than contended.

"Are you sure about this?” He asked to confirm, he...