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I knew he couldn’t, not yet.
But I’d help him get there. He just had to let his walls down.
It was easier for me. I didn’t have a soul, and right now I was just channeling everything that I felt through Dante.
The Hunter, however, had his own broken soul to deal with, along with the power seeping into him by the moment.
I wasn’t blind. The deal his mother had made with the demon that had fashioned this place meant Dante was going to get every spec of power a thousand witch souls had to offer.
And it was going to hurt.
To help with that, I traced his scars with my fingers. He wore no shirt, allowing me access to a multitude of past pain.
The dust melted at my touch, leaving behind pure skin. The scars were still visible, but Dante’s muscles rippled with new strength.
I tasted the magic on him, running my tongue over the places where my fingers had been.
He closed his eyes as I worked, my touch and my tongue finding every place on him that needed my attention.
Dante and I had always been two sides of the same coin. In many ways, he was exactly what I needed at the time.
Someone as miserable and depraved as I was.
A monster.
Someone who hated the world and every fucking thing in it.
Someone who hated themselves.
Lily needed us to rise above that. She needed us to bemore.
When my touch ran to his waistband, I locked his gaze as I slowly undid the button.
He didn’t break eye contact as I freed his cock, then began to softly stroke him.
I would take my time.
I would show kindness where I usually showed cruelty.
I would provide pleasure where I would prefer pain.
I would show patience when I had only ever been in a hurry.
Lowering myself, I ran my tongue over the huge length of his perfect cock. When I reached the tip, I tasted the bead of moisture that had gathered there.
Dante groaned as his head fell back.
Continuing my exploration, I skimmed my teeth over his delicate skin, but I didn’t bite.
He hissed when the promise of pain slid off into pleasure. “Hendrik,” he warned me.
Grinning, I did it again, making him desire pain and only giving him pleasure.
He growled as I slowly coated his cock with my tongue, working him close to the edge of climax.
He didn’t want pleasure.
He wanted pain, and I wasn’t going to give it to him.
