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The day was bright and beautiful. The garden of the rented state in Fortuna was transformed into a picturesque venue, adorned with elegant decorations and vibrant, blooming flowers. Guests mingled under the soft glow of lanterns, with laughter and joyous chatter filling the air, celebrating the union of Nero and his beloved Kyrie. The atmosphere was alive with love and happiness, creating a perfect setting for their special day.
Dante stood near the entrance, adjusting the collar of his suit jacket. He glanced around, taking in the sight of familiar faces and the festive atmosphere. It was a rare occasion to see everyone dressed up, and even rarer to see Dante in formal attire. But today was special, and he wouldn't have missed it for the world.
As he scanned the crowd, his eyes fell on Lady. She was standing near the flower-covered archway, chatting with Trish. Dante's breath caught in his throat as he took in her appearance.
Lady was wearing a dress—a long, shimmering silver gown that hugged her curves and highlighted her graceful figure, accentuating her waist before flowing into a skirt that moved like liquid silver with each step she took. The dress featured a deep V-neckline adorned with delicate, sparkling embellishments that caught the light with every movement. It was backless, with intricate lace detailing framing her shoulders and cascading down to the small of her back. The high slit on one side revealed a glimpse of her toned legs, and her silver stiletto heels.
Lady wasn't particularly the type to wear dresses and high heels; Dante knew she preferred more practical attire. It was the first time he'd seen her in anything other than her usual combat gear, and the sight left him momentarily speechless. Dante's gaze lingered on Lady's back, the dress had a daringly low cut, revealing the elegant line of her spine.
'I wonder what it would feel like to trace my fingers along her skin,' he thought, cringing at himself. Although he had made several advances towards Lady throughout the years, it had always been light-hearted—a joke, a way to pester her. At least, that's what he repeated to himself whenever he thought of her, whenever his flirty, unserious comments reached a degree of dangerous truthfulness.
The truth is that he was hopelessly in love with Lady, and probably had been ever since he first met her in Temen-ni-gru. Despite this, there were several reasons why he never sought something formal with her: He was certain that Lady, a huntress who despised all demons, would never date a half-demon—not in a hundred years, and definitely not in Dante's best dreams. He was also afraid that if he got too close to something tangible between them, the possible loss—considering that she was just a human, and their job wasn't exactly the safest—of her would be as unbearable as the loss of his family.
So all that he had left were dreams of something that would never be.
He watched from afar, deciding to pass by and say hello to his friends. Dante made his way through the crowd, approaching the flower-covered archway. The first to react to his presence was Trish. Her eyes lit up as she saw him, a playful smirk crossing her lips.
"Well, look who decided to show up," Trish teased with a smirk, folding her arms across her chest. "And all dressed up, too. I hardly recognized you in that suit, Dante."
Dante chuckled, shaking his head. "Hello to you too, Trish, looking hot as always." His gaze shifted and he caught sight of Lady.
Trish noticed his distraction and followed his line of sight, her smile widening. "I see someone cleaned up nice," she said, nudging Lady gently. "What do you think, Lady?"
Lady turned, her eyes meeting Dante's. A small smile played on her lips as she took in his appearance. "I think he cleans up pretty well," she replied.
Dante felt a rush of warmth at her words, a grin spreading across his face. "You look incredible, Lady," he said sincerely, unable to hide his admiration. "Stunning, I'd say." Immediately, he cringed internally. Complimenting her once was enough; now he probably sounded desperate!
Fortunately, Lady didn't seem to notice his slight grimace. Her cheeks flushed faintly as she looked away, clearly flattered. He braced himself for a dismissive remark, but instead she said softly, "Thanks, Dante. You don't look too bad yourself." Her genuine acknowledgment sent a flutter through his chest, filling both him and his inner demon with shared happiness.
Up close, his nose wrinkled at the scent of Lady— lotus flower and bergamot, a light, airy, and subtly sweet fragrance that made him want to get drunk on it.
In Devil May Cry, whenever Lady passed by, the remnants of her scent always lingered in the air and on the things she touched. Dante found himself irresistibly drawn to it, intoxicated, feeling a sense of loss as the scent began to fade. Under the flower-covered archway, Dante realized just how deeply he longed for something he believed he could never have. Lady stood before him, radiant and alluring, and for a moment, he was lost in her gaze, the world around them forgotten.
"He really came, Lady!" Trish's voice broke through, snapping Dante back to reality.
Trish smiled playfully, waving at someone in the distance. Everything happened too quickly—Trish explained that he was a nice guy when Lady hesitated. A man approached with a soft, almost timid smile, dressed in a tailored suit that suggested he was no ordinary stranger. His dark hair was neatly combed, and there was a confidence in his stride that caught Dante off guard.
Trish greeted him with a mischievous grin, while the man's eyes remained fixed on Lady as he stepped closer. His smile was warm and inviting, his manners impeccable. With a gentle touch, he took Lady's hand and, with an air of chivalry, pressed a kiss to her fingers. He introduced himself as Elias, his voice smooth and articulate, exuding a charm that seemed to enchant everyone around him.
Dante felt a jolt of confusion and spite surge through him. It was unlike Lady to let anyone get so close without a fight. He clenched his fists, struggling to understand why she hadn't already put Elias in his place. The man was polite, sure, but there was something about his presence that unsettled Dante. Perhaps it was the way he effortlessly commanded attention or the ease with which he interacted with Lady, as if they had known each other for years.
As Elias and Lady conversed, Dante barely registered the details, too consumed by the dangerous feeling tightening in his chest. His inner demon growled, mirroring his frustration and confusion. Why was she allowing this? And why did it bother him so much?
The man left with Lady soon after, Dante's eyes remained glued to their retreating figures, his unease palpable.
Noticing Dante's tense demeanor, Trish stepped forward, concern etched on her face. "Don't mess this up for her, alright? I went through too much trouble to get her to agree to this date," she said, crossing her arms and eyeing Dante critically from head to toe. "So, behave, Dante," she added, her tone firm but caring.
Behave?
Was she serious? Dante's mind raced. He had seen Lady take down demons without breaking a sweat, her strength and courage unmatched. Yet here she was, allowing a stranger to kiss her hand. The contrast between her fierce battle prowess and her willingness to show vulnerability left Dante bewildered.
Trish's eyes bore into him, a silent warning that this was important. Begrudgingly, he unclenched his fists and took a deep breath. "Fine," Dante muttered under his breath.
The dangerous feeling in his chest grew stronger, a dark emotion that made him worry. If he let his inner demon take over, he feared he might do something reckless and ruin Nero's wedding. He took a deep breath, struggling to keep his composure and not let the feeling consume him.
It didn't work out.
As soon as the ceremony ended, the first thing he did was grab an entire bottle of whiskey for himself. He could feel Vergil's gaze on him, disappointment evident in his twin brother's eyes as he watched him drown his sorrows in alcohol.
It's not his fault Lady and that jerk are all lovey-dovey right in front of him!
Dante's frustration grew with each passing moment. He couldn't stand the sight of Lady and Elias together, their laughter and smiles like daggers to his heart. He downed another swig of whiskey, the burn doing little to numb the ache inside him.
Vergil approached slowly, his gaze fixed on the lonely chair where his twin had spent most of the celebration. He stopped and leaned in, his voice barely audible above the noise of the revelry. "You've had more than enough," he said quietly.
"Ah, Vergil," his twin replied, a small smirk playing on his lips as he held up the nearly half-empty bottle. "Can't a guy enjoy a drink at his nephew's wedding?"
Vergil crossed his arms, a slight twitch in his eye betraying his irritation. "Enjoying a drink is one thing. Drowning yourself in alcohol is another. You're making a scene."
"A scene? Come on, Vergil, lighten up. It's a celebration, remember?" he said, taking another swig. His gaze wandered across the room and landed on Lady, who was talking with that man. Dante's expression tightened, his smirk fading.
Vergil noticed the shift in his brother's demeanor, and followed his gaze. He released a bitter sigh and a hand on Dante's shoulder. "So all this nonsense is because of that woman," he said softly, looking at the youngest son of Sparda again, "Ever since we returned you've been consumed by this sad, pathetic longing. If you want her, tell her."
"It's not that simple, Vergil! You don't get it because you don't know our history. We've been through so much shit together, as friends! She hates demons, so there's no way I have a chance!" he screamed, his voice cracking with a mix of annoyance, bitterness, and sadness. The bottle swung in his hand aggressively, reflecting how defensive he felt. "I like her...a lot more than I'd like to admit," he continued, his eyes dropping to the floor, his voice growing softer. "And I know she deserves someone better..."
Vergil fell silent for a moment, analyzing what his brother had said. His gaze shifted back to where Lady and the unknown man stood. Though the man was speaking to her, she no longer seemed as engrossed in the conversation. Her eyes roamed the surroundings, searching for something—or someone.
Then Vergil noticed it: her gaze stopped right where Dante was sitting. A small, almost imperceptible smile formed on her lips, and a light glimmer sparkled in her heterochromatic eyes, betraying her true focus.
"Foolish," Vergil muttered, turning to his brother. "You're so full of yourself you don't notice what's right in front of you, smartass."
Dante's brows furrowed as he absorbed Vergil's words, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. He glanced back at Lady, catching the moment her smile widened ever so slightly upon seeing him. He could not help but smile back.
Vergil's grip tightened on his shoulder, pulling him back to reality. "You need to make a move, Brother. Stop wallowing and do something about it."
Dante sighed, the weight of his brother's words sinking in. "As I already told you, is not so simple," he admitted, finally looking away from Lady when her gaze returned to her date.
"Well, it's as simple as getting your sorry ass out of that chair and asking her for a dance." Vergil replied, his voice firm but encouraging. "Better to know than to spend the rest of your life wondering."
Dante sighed and nodded, conceding to his brother's words. He took a deep breath, summoning the courage that Vergil's advice had instilled in him. He stood up, straightening his suit jacket, leaving the bottle of whiskey on the table near the chair, and glanced over at Vergil, who gave him an encouraging nod. As he made his way toward Lady, he noticed her date stepping away—probably to fetch some drinks for Lady and himself. Seizing the opportunity, Dante approached Lady with determination.
He found her by a window, her back turned to the room, lost in thought. Without the presence of her date, she seemed more reachable, less impossible for Dante to have. Perhaps it was the alcohol, fueling his boldness, or maybe it was the way his entire being reacted to Lady, each moment intensifying his craving for her. Lotus and bergamot, the intoxicating scent of his addiction.
The room seemed to shrink around him as he closed the distance between them, his heartbeat a thunderous drum in his ears. Despite her prowess as a huntress, Lady remained oblivious to his presence until the warmth of his breath ghosted over her ear. She froze, her eyes widening as she caught sight of The Legendary Devil Hunter's reflection in the window, a stark silhouette against the glass.
His breath, hot and tantalizing, ghosted over her ear with a dangerous charm. His lips, mere millimeters from her skin, parted to release a whisper, low and rough, each word dripping with a mix of tease and challenge. "Enjoying the view?" he murmured, his voice so close it seemed to intertwine with her very thoughts.
Lady's breath hitched, her heart racing as she fought to keep her composure. She hadn't realized she was holding her breath until Dante's words sent a shiver down her spine. The intensity of his presence, the raw need in his voice, made her pulse quicken. The room seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them suspended in that moment, teetering on the edge of something irrevocable.
"Maybe," she finally conceded, her voice barely a whisper. She caught sight of her reflection in the window and felt a pang of embarrassment at the sight of her rosy cheeks and wide eyes. It wasn't like her to act this way, especially not because of Dante. "And you? Enjoying it too?" she teased, trying to mask the nervous flutter in her chest at his closeness.
Her mind raced, questioning why she hadn't pushed him away, why she had allowed him to get so close.
"Yes, I am," he replied, his voice a husky murmur. "It's quite beautiful, isn't it?" The words were laced with a double meaning, and Lady felt her pulse race even faster.
She slowly turned around, feeling a bit cornered by Dante's intense gaze. The faint smell of alcohol lingered in the air, but she could still perceive his underlying scent—a blend of leather, sandalwood, and a hint of something that reminded her of pizza. He looked handsome under the lights, staring at her with a somewhat conflicted expression, like he wanted to say something but couldn't quite find the words.
"What is it?" she asked, her eyes piercing through him, reading him like an open book.
Dante hesitated, his usual bravado faltering as he searched for the right words. Finally, he blurted out, "Do you want to dance with me?"
Lady's eyes widened slightly, one eyebrow arching in surprise. She glanced away for a moment, as if contemplating his unexpected request. "You know I have a date tonight, right?" she replied, her voice a mix of amusement and incredulity. She met his gaze again, her expression softening as she saw the genuine uncertainty in his eyes.
Dante's eyes flickered with a blend of jealousy and determination. "I'm aware... and I'm seriously considering stealing you from your date. Think he can compete with me?" he quipped, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. Taking a step closer, his voice dropped, becoming softer yet no less intense. "And... I wouldn't miss the chance to dance with my favorite Lady, if she would do me the honor."
He extended his hand toward her, his movements deliberate and graceful. His eyes locked onto hers, a mix of earnestness and hope shining through. "What do you say?" he added, his tone both teasing and sincere.
Before she could give him an answer, whether to reject him or not, Lady's date approached, holding drinks for them. Seeing Lady and Dante so close, his eyes narrowed slightly. "Is everything alright here?" he asked, his tone polite but laced with curiosity and a hint of concern.
Lady, feeling nervous, quickly took the drink from her date and forced a smile, stepping back from Dante. "Yes, everything's fine. Dante was just being... Dante," she said, her voice light but slightly strained. "I already told you how he is, haven't I? Always teasing around." She let out a nervous laugh, hoping to ease the situation.
Her date chuckled, though his eyes still flicked between Dante and Lady. "Well, as long as you're okay, beautiful" he said, his tone softening.
Dante's inner demon roared with jealousy and fury. His fists clenched tightly, knuckles turning white as he struggled to maintain control. His breath came in sharp, ragged bursts, and his vision narrowed as he tried to suppress the overwhelming urge to lash out. The sight of Lady with another man, the thought of her being with someone else, gnawed at him, fueling his rage. He could feel the dark, possessive side of him rising to the surface, threatening to break free. The fear of causing a scene or, worse, letting his anger turn violent forced him to take a step back. He didn't want to hurt Lady, he didn't want to ruin things just because he couldn't control that animalistic instinct.
Dante's smile was a mere mask, barely hiding the tempest within. "Just wanted to make sure Lady was enjoying her evening," he said, his voice strained and taut like a wire about to snap. "I'll leave you two to it." He nodded to Lady's date, though his eyes lingered on Lady.
As Dante turned and walked away, each step felt like an act of sheer willpower, his body tense with suppressed emotion. The heat of his anger simmered just below the surface, threatening to boil over. His mind raced with thoughts of what could have been, what he wanted to say but couldn't, and the unbearable pain of watching Lady with someone else. Blinded by his feelings, he snatched a wine bottle from a waiter's tray and stormed out of the place.
Lady watched Dante retreat, her heart twisting with confusion and regret. She tried to focus on her date, but her mind kept drifting back to Dante and the unspoken words between them. She attempted to convince herself it was just another one of Dante's attempts to pester her, but the possible truth that it wasn't gnawed at her.
Her date gently touched her arm, bringing her back to the present. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.
Lady nodded, taking a sip of her drink to steady her nerves. "Yeah, just... a bit overwhelmed, I guess," she replied, offering him a reassuring smile, though her mind remained tangled with thoughts of Dante.
Then she caught a glimpse of Vergil. Although they didn't talk much, he often spent time at Devil May Cry, living there with Dante. He was always in the background, never directly interacting with her unless it involved bickering with his twin brother. His usual demeanor was calm and reserved, seemingly indifferent to her presence. But now, he looked at her with a gaze that could only be described as both furious and disappointed. His piercing eyes, normally composed, were filled with an unsettling intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.
Had he witnessed the exchange with Dante? Was his anger a reflection of his protective instincts over his brother?
If that was the case... It could only mean one thing: Dante wasn't just playing games—he was dead serious, and Lady had inadvertently crushed his hopes. The realization struck her like a lightning bolt, leaving her breathless and overwhelmed. She had always perceived Dante's flirtations as harmless fun, never imagining that there could be genuine feelings behind them. But now, with Vergil's furious gaze confirming her worst fears, a wave of regret and guilt washed over her.
The soft glow of the garden lights guided Lady as she navigated the winding paths of the rented estate in Fortuna. The distant sounds of the wedding celebration—laughter and loud music—echoed through the night, but her focus remained on finding Dante.
Eventually, she spotted him sitting on a stone bench within a secluded garden temple, partially hidden by the lush bushes. The serene fountain in the center added to the peaceful ambiance with its gentle trickling. Dante, lost in thought, drank directly from a wine bottle.
The familiar scent of lotus and bergamot drifted towards him once more, enveloping his senses in a tender, intoxicating embrace. It stirred his heart with an irresistible allure that was impossible to ignore. She was there, her presence unmistakable. She had searched for him —probably leaving her date hanging— and the thought of her choosing to find him filled him with a deep, almost primal satisfaction.
He imagined her graceful approach, each step bringing her closer to him, the soft rustle of her dress blending with the gentle night breeze. Her scent grew stronger, wrapping around him like a comforting, familiar blanket. The anticipation of her arrival, the knowledge that she had sought him out, sent a thrill through his veins. He could almost hum with contentment at the thought, the sensation of being wanted and sought after by her igniting a slow, smoldering fire within him.
Lady approached quietly, not wanting to startle him. "Mind some company?" she asked softly, hoping her presence would be welcome.
Dante looked up, his eyes reflecting the moon's light. He smiled, a genuine, warm smile that made Lady's heart skip a beat. "Not at all, Lady. Have a seat."
She sat down beside him, feeling the cool stone under her fingers. They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, just listening to the sounds of the night.
"So, this is where you're hiding," Lady said, her tone light but laced with curiosity. "Couldn't handle the party?" She knew it wasn't the case, but she couldn't resist a small joke, hoping to lift Dante's spirits.
Dante chuckled, the sound low and rumbling. "Maybe I was just waiting for the right company."
Lady raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Oh really? And who might that be?"
Dante took another sip of wine, his eyes never leaving hers. "Maybe someone who's not afraid to steal me away from the crowd."
She laughed softly, shaking her head. "Always the charmer. You know, some might think you were serious."
He leaned closer, the distance between them shrinking, his voice a low rumble. "And what if I was?"
Lady's heart raced, the intensity of his gaze almost too much to bear. "Then I'd say you have some nerve, trying to steal a girl from her date."
Dante's grin widened, a mischievous spark in his eyes. "Well, I like a challenge."
Lady felt her breath catch, the electric tension between them palpable. "And if I accepted this challenge?" she asked, her voice softer.
Dante's expression softened, though the intensity remained. "Then I'd say you're more daring than I thought." He paused, his gaze slowly trailing from Lady's neck to her lips. "And, to be honest, you are the most badass human I know."
Lady stared at him, feeling the weight of his words settling deeply in her chest. Under Dante's curious gaze, she gracefully slipped off her heels, placing them carefully on the stone bench beside her. The coolness of the night air kissed her bare feet as she stood up, her eyes never leaving his. With a playful yet sincere smile, she extended her hand toward him, a silent invitation shimmering in her gaze.
"It is my great pleasure to inform you, sir, that thy favorite Lady is more than ready to accept this dance," she declared, her voice soft and inviting.
Dante's eyes lit up with a mixture of surprise and admiration, a small chuckle escaping his lips. He set the wine bottle down and took her hand, standing up as well, his grip warm and reassuring. "It would be an honor," he replied, bowing slightly with a playful glint in his eyes, fully embracing her regal tone.
Their dance began with a gentle sway, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Dante's hand rested lightly on her waist, guiding her with a subtle yet firm touch. Lady's hand found its place on his shoulder, her fingers brushing against the fabric of his suit jacket.
As they danced, the conversation continued in hushed tones. "You know," she said, leaning in slightly, "I've never done this before."
Dante's expression softened even more as he gazed at her. "Danced with a devil?" he teased gently.
Dante led her into a slow, graceful spin, his hand never leaving hers. She followed effortlessly, her dress swirling elegantly around her legs. The distant rhythm of the party music provided a soft, ambient background for their slow, intimate dance.
She laughed, the sound light and genuine. "No, danced like this. It feels... different."
He pulled her a bit closer, their bodies almost touching. "It's because it's real. It's just us."
Their movements became more fluid, more natural, as they lost themselves in the dance. Dante's hand slid down to the small of her back, and she responded by resting her head on his shoulder. Lady felt a warmth spread through her chest, the honesty in his words touching something deep inside her. "Just us," she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper.
As the dance came to an end, they stood there, still holding each other, their breaths mingling in the cool night air. Dante's hand gently caressed her back, and she looked up at him, her eyes filled with gratitude and affection. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Dante smiled, his eyes twinkling with warmth. "The pleasure was all mine," he replied, his voice soft and sincere. They stood there for a moment longer, savoring the closeness, before finally stepping apart, their hearts still beating in unison.
"So... About this devil I found years ago... It seems to be captivated by me, but doesn't dare to say. Any idea why?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.
Dante's gaze softened, his expression thoughtful. "Perhaps this devil you speak of is afraid of hurting and losing you," he said gently, his words carrying a weight of unspoken emotions.
Lady's eyes searched his, seeking answers in the depths of his gaze. "But why would it think that?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Dante took a step closer, closing the distance between them once more. "Because sometimes, the ones who care the most are the ones who fear causing pain the most," he replied, his voice a tender murmur.
The air between them seemed to crackle with tension, a charged silence enveloping them. Lady felt her heart race, the intensity of the moment almost overwhelming. "And what if this devil is wrong?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Dante hesitated, his reluctance evident, but the alcohol loosened his guard just enough. "Then maybe it's time for the devil to face what he's been avoiding," he said softly, his voice barely more than a whisper.
Lady's heart pounded as she reached out, her hand gently brushing against his. "And what if this devil found out that taking a chance wasn't as terrifying as he thought?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of hope and uncertainty.
Dante's eyes locked onto hers, a newfound determination flickering in their depths. Slowly, he leaned in, his breath mingling with hers. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in that electrifying moment. He cupped her cheek, his hand moving gently, his thumb tracing the outline of her lips, a tender, lingering touch that made her heart flutter and sent a shiver down her spine. "Then maybe... just maybe, this devil would realize he's not alone," he murmured, the weight of his words hanging in the charged air between them.
Lady's breath hitched, the warmth of his hand sending a shiver down her spine. She leaned into his touch, her eyes searching his for a moment longer before she closed the distance completely. Her lips met his in a kiss that was both tentative and electric, a soft yet powerful connection that spoke volumes.
The kiss started gently, their lips brushing together in a hesitant dance, testing the waters of this new and intimate territory. But as the seconds passed, the kiss deepened, their initial hesitance melting into a fervent embrace. Dante's hand slid from her cheek to the back of her neck, pulling her closer as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Lady's hands found their way to his chest, clutching the fabric of his shirt as if anchoring herself in the storm of emotions swirling around them.
The intensity of the kiss grew, the world around them fading into oblivion as they immersed themselves in each other. When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, staring at each other with a smile that turned into soft laughter, the tension melting into a tender moment of shared joy.
But the magnetic pull between them was undeniable. Dante's eyes flickered with desire, he couldn't resist her any longer. He leaned in again, capturing her lips with a newfound fervor, the kiss more desperate, filled with a longing that had been building up for far too long. Lady responded with equal passion, her fingers weaving into his suit shirt, touching his clothed chest, pulling him closer as their kiss deepened even further. The taste of him, the feel of his lips against hers, the warmth of his body so close—it was all-consuming. She wanted more, as much as she knew Dante did too.
His grip tightened on her neck, his other hand finding its way to her waist, pulling her even closer. She could feel his heartbeat against her chest, matching the rapid pace of her own. Their breaths mingled, hot and heavy, as the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and demanding. She arched into him, her body craving the closeness, the connection.
His lips left hers for a moment, tracing a path of fire down her jawline to her neck. He paused there, his breath warm against her skin, making her gasp. Her fingers tightened in his hair, urging him on. He responded by planting a kiss on her collarbone, drawing a heavy sigh from her. The feel of his lips on her skin sent shivers down her spine, each touch igniting a deeper desire in her. He kissed her again, and again, until he was biting her skin, almost as if he were marking her, his fangs sharp enough to draw blood. She moaned in surprise at his action and watched as he licked her blood like it was a sweet dessert. It frightened her and at the same time made her tremble with sinful pleasure.
"I want to make you feel incredible, if you'll let me," he whispered, his voice husky and so deep that Lady feared it wasn't just Dante speaking, but his devil. Yet the way he looked at her from the crook of her neck, with such tenderness and love, made her realize that perhaps it was both parts of him—human and devil—wanting her equally.
The intensity of his gaze sent a thrill through her, every fiber of her being attuned to the magnetic pull between them. Her breath hitched as she felt the warmth of his fingers touching her bare back, tantalizing, sensual and teasing. "Then show me," she whispered back, her voice quivering with anticipation.
Dante's eyes darkened with passion, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he closed the remaining distance between them. His lips found hers again in a kiss. With a sense of urgency, she reached out and grabbed the lapels of his suit jacket. Her fingers trembled slightly as she slipped it off his shoulders, her movements desperate and filled with longing. The jacket fell to the floor, forgotten, as her hands moved to explore the solid warmth of his chest beneath his shirt. He was desperate too, touching her back, her spine line, tracing it with his fingers like he was memorizing it. She's taken by surprise when he cups her breasts into his hands, playing with them, the strips of her dress being removed along with her silicone nipple covers, revealing her voluminous bosom. She gasps when she feels Dante's fingers playing with her nipples.
His touch on her skin makes her legs tremble, it makes her incredibly wet and crave for more of his touch on other parts of her body.
Dante seamed to read her mind —or smell her arousal. Using his strength, he grabbed her by the waist, lifting her effortlessly and sitting her on the stone bench beside them. Lady's breath caught as the cold stone met her hands, contrasting sharply with the heat between them. He moved closer, his body pressing against hers as he fell to his knees in front of her, nestling himself between her legs like it was the most comfortable place to be. The fabric of her dress tantalizingly revealed a glimpse of her leg, a delicious preview of what was to come. Lady grabbed the fabric, making room for Dante to see what was underneath.
His nose wrinkled once more at the scent of lotus and bergamot. Her white underwear was soaked, revealing how excited Dante's touch made her. He spread her legs apart wider, his eyes alight with desire. Her look is dangerous from above, and he is drawn like a magnet to her. He moved closer, his lips ghosting her inner thigh in a teasing dance.
Dante's breath was hot against her thighs as he whispered, "You have no idea what you do to me." His voice was a low growl, filled with a raw desire that made her heart race even faster.
His eyes are focused on her, the reactions he manages to create, she looks so beautiful, so his, her heterochromatic eyes glowing as he gets closer to her underwear, leaving a trail of kisses on her skin. She bites her lips when the devil hunter finally kisses her clothed crotch, making her moan. He responds with a smile, tracing the edges of her underwear with his fingers before removing the piece of clothing.
The Legendary Devil Hunter is short of breath when he sees her hot and trobbing cunt, Lady is so wet and he wants to devour her, his hands are steady onto her thighs, keeping them apart. Lady looks fuzzy and he can hear her heart racing. She lets out a soft moan when he kisses her close to her folds, holding herself into the edge of the bench. His breath is warm, and it makes her shiver in anticipation. She licks her lips when Dante stars playing with her wetness, parting her lips and eating her out like he never had a meal before. It's overwhelming, she cries out his name, holding herself steady on his hair, he doesn't seem to care, too preoccupied in bringing pleasure to the woman he loved.
Dante looked up at her through his lashes, smirking, and moved higher to lick from the bottom of her cunt up to her clit. Her hips bucked slightly and she whimpered. He sucked on her outer lips, his unshaved beard dragging along the sensitive skin at the crease of her thigh, and that well-defined nose of his touching slightly her clit. He fucked his tongue inside her, then flicked her clit, sucking on it roughly before going back to lave at her outer lips once more. She rolled her hips, holding herself steady on his hair as he worked her over with that soft mouth of his. One of his hands moved from her hips, and she felt two fingers press inside of her, rubbing firmly against her g-spot. His rough fingers felt perfect, and she moaned loudly as her hips bucked up sharply.
“Uh, Dante...”
The devil hunter mumbled, “Mmm, you’re so fucking perfect.” Then dove right back down and sucked hard on her clit, pistoning his fingers inside her roughly. Lady's thighs shook as she came with a hoarse shout, and Dante licked her gently as she trembled around him.
Her breathing was erratic as she let out a soft smile. "You still have too many clothes on," she said, her voice a mix of playful frustration and arousal. "It's not fair."
She helped him undress, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. The small, stubborn buttons were frustrating to unfasten, but together they managed it. Lady had seen Dante shirtless before, but never under these circumstances. The sight of his bare chest, strong and defined, took her breath away. He still has his pants on, and the bulge looks too big.
Lady's hands land quickly on his trouser, undoing the button to get them down along with his underwear. He shakes on her hand, wanting more of her touch. With a smile plastered on her face, she begins to jerk him slowly, too much that Dante starts wondering if is a punishment for him.
"Be a good boy Dante and sit on the bench," she commanded, her voice low and breathy. She withdrew her hand from him, and a deep growl rumbled in his throat, a mixture of frustration and anticipation. "I'll ride you."
Of course, after hearing that, Dante does as told so willingly that Lady almost laugthed. She sitted on his lap, feeling his throbbing erection close to her abdomen. Dante's hands inmediatly fell on her cheeks, cupping them with a tender touch.
He stared at her with desire as she steadied his cock with one hand, and guided him inside her, sinking down on his length. He was so big, and made her feel so full. She can feel herself grip his cock as she slowly took him all the way inside. He captured her lips in a kiss as she bottomed out. They moaned into each other's mouths as she rolled her hips slowly and undulated in his lap. One of his hands was occupied with her breasts, palming them and rolling her nipples between his fingers. His other hand rested at the small of her back, supporting her but still allowing for freedom of movement.
Dante was at a loss as to where to direct his gaze. The sight of her bouncing breast, positioned directly in front of his face—a vision he had fantasized about for so long and never imagined could be real—and the way his cock disappeared into Lady's entrance were both overwhelming. The sounds of pleasure and wet noises filled the quiet place.
"You feel so hot and good around me, fuck," He trailed his hand from her back around to her navel, then down until his thumb circled around her clit slowly, just enough to ratchet up her pleasure, but not enough to make her come.
"Fuck! Dante!" She gasped, moaning.
She speeds up, bouncing in his lap and moaning continuously. Both of his hands grab on to her hips as he begins to thrust up into her in earnest, keeping a brutal pace. Lady felt overwhelmed, by Dante's size, by the intensity and by his gaze on her. She suddenly hugs him trying to steady herself when he hitted her insides in the right spot, scratching his shoulders with her nails. He grunts, kissing her neck in response.
She shouted herself hoarse as she came and came. Dante starts pumping into her erratically, thrusting into her a couple more times and slipping his thumb back over her clit and pressing firmly as he shouts his release, filling her womb with his hot cum.
He continues rubbing at her clit, not letting her come down from her orgasm, and brokenly whispers in her ear, "Come for me again, Lady." Her eyes widen, and she does, clamping around him and letting out another strangled yell from overstimulation. She collapses against his hard chest, trembling and panting.
He's breathless too as pulls out from her, already missing her warmth. He kissed her forehead gently, his lips lingering for a moment. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice a mix of concern and playful teasing. "I was worried you might have fainted from my charm."
She rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smile. "Well, don't get too comfortable," she teased back, her voice light with playful defiance. "I might just surprise you."
"Oh, I'm counting on it," he replied, his voice low and filled with anticipation. "I love surprises."
"So you love me?" she shot back, her tone daring and teasing, a sly smile playing on her lips.
"I do," Dante replied without hesitation, his voice steady and sincere.
Her eyes widened slightly at his straightforward admission, the playful banter momentarily giving way to a deeper connection. She took a step closer, her hand resting lightly on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingertips.
"And what if I said I love you too?" she whispered, her voice soft but filled with emotion.
Dante's gaze softened, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by a rare vulnerability. He gently cupped her face in his hands, his thumb brushing lightly over her cheek. "Then I'd say we're in for one hell of an adventure," he murmured, his lips curving into a tender smile. "Because I won't let anything come between us."
Her eyes searched his, finding nothing but genuine affection. "I love you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, the words carrying all the weight of her feelings.
A smile spread across Dante's face as he leaned in, their lips meeting in a tender, passionate kiss. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in that moment of pure connection.
After a long, lingering kiss, she pulled back slightly, her forehead resting against his. "We should probably get back to the party," she suggested, "People might start wondering where we disappeared to."
Dante chuckled softly, still holding her close. "Yeah, you're right," he agreed, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "But let's give them something to talk about."
People stared at them, eyes widening with curiosity as whispers spread like wildfire. Lady was draped in Dante's suit jacket, which hung loosely over her shoulders, concealing a mark on her collarbone—much to Dante's misfortune, as he had hoped everyone would see his claim. Dante, on the other hand, looked thoroughly unprepared for the attention. His tie was haphazardly knotted, and his shirt was carelessly half-tucked into his trousers. Their disheveled appearance spoke volumes.
Lady felt a rush of embarrassment, a blush creeping up her neck. She glanced at Dante, her frustration evident. "Did you really have to leave your tie like that?" she muttered, trying to keep her voice low.
Dante grinned, unfazed by the scrutiny. "What's wrong? I think it adds a certain charm," he replied, clearly amused.
"Charm? People are staring at us!" she hissed, her face turning a deeper shade of red. "Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is?"
He shrugged nonchalantly, still sporting that infuriatingly confident smile. "Let them stare. They'll move on to something else soon enough. In the meantime, let's focus on having fun, shall we? What about another dance with the devil, Lady?"
Lady sighed, exasperated. "You are impossible," she muttered, but the corner of her mouth twitched with a traitorous smile.
Breaking away from her, Dante strode confidently toward the dance floor. As he reached the center, he spun around, locking eyes with Lady. With a playful twinkle in his eye, he beckoned her with a crook of his finger—an irresistible invitation to join him. His movements were fluid and graceful, capturing the attention of several guests in the room. Lady glanced around, noticing the curious gazes, and couldn't help but let out a chuckle.
From across the room, Trish and Nico watched the scene unfold, clapping their hands and laughing in delight. Their plan was unfolding perfectly. The entire 'Lady has a date tonight' had been a cunning trap to force the dense Dante to finally make a move, and just as they had anticipated, it worked. They had to give credit where it was due—Vergil had unknowingly pushed some strings too, for which they were greatly grateful.
Nero, accompanied by his now-wife Kyrie, approached them with curiosity. "What's going on?" he asked, trying to piece together the scene before him.
Trish grinned, nudging Nico. "Our little scheme worked," she said, eyes twinkling with satisfaction. "We finally got Dante and Lady together."
Kyrie laughed, joining in the applause. "It's about time," she said, her voice full of warmth. "They've danced around each other for too long."
Nero's expression softened, a smile creeping onto his face. "Well, I'll be damned. You two really are something else."
As Dante and Lady began to dance to the upbeat music, the room seemed to light up with their undeniable chemistry. It might have been Dante's confident dance moves or the way they playfully mocked each other, turning their dance into a lively competition. Their energy was infectious, drawing smiles and laughter from the onlookers.
"You were right," Nero admitted, glancing at Trish and Nico. "They do make a perfect pair."
Nico nodded, her smile widening. "Told you. Some things are just meant to be."