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I dig my nails into the skin at his waist. “Y-Yeah.”

“Then I’ll do it again, when you tell me more about you.”

My neck and chest are flushed, my nipples hardening as well, and I feel like a pathetic dork for getting so hot and bothered over so little.

Still, I do as he asks.

“I enjoy reading cheesy romance novels sometimes,” I tell him. “And…I’ve watched some of the movie adaptations online.”

“Of course you have,” he snickers at me.

“Hey, you asked!”

Dante smacks my ass again, and I’m unable to hide the moan that escapes my throat. I hold onto him tighter.

“Your turn,” I demand.

“Nope, still yours. Tell me your favorites.”

“Favorite what?” I ask in return.

Dante spanks me again, and this time it really stings. My ass cheek tingles.

“Color, flower, season…anything, baby. Come on.”

I can’t help but laugh breathlessly. I push my ass back against his hand, and he pulls the leg of my boxers up to reveal my bare ass cheek.

“Gold, lavender, autumn…” I stutter as Dante squeezes my ass tightly.

I hear him moan softly as I dig my fingers into his skin harder, then slide them to his lower back and up to his shoulder blade.

“Blue, lilies, fall,” he whispers in return.

“Then we do have something in common,” I mumble sassily.

Just as I hoped, he lets go of my ass and then smacks it again, this time bare skin to skin.

I press my mouth against his shoulder to try to muffle the whimper that comes out of it.

Dante yanks my head up by the back of my hair.

“Let me hear you,” he demands roughly.

I exhale shakily. “Tell me what to say.”

“Anything, Ethan. I just want to hear your sexy voice.”

My dick twitches at his words, and I push myself harder against him.

“Me, sexy? You’re like a fucking god.”

Dante grabs my ass and then pushes me over until he’s on top of me, pressing his clothed, hard cock against my own and forcing one of my knees to the side and up.

“God? Fuck, no,” he growls. “I’m the demon who haunts people, and you’re an angel who’s fallen right into my lap.”

I can’t help but laugh breathlessly. “Angel? I thought I was a puppy.”

He grinds down against me, causing my eyelids to flutter as I lean my head back, closing them.