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A woman

Author: Ilma
last update publish date: 2026-01-07 12:46:48

Dante Galante’s POV

Inside my head, it was quiet. Absolute quietness. It felt so peaceful.

I stayed buried inside the crook of her neck. My heart kept beating fast that felt entirely too human for a man like me.

I could still feel her pulses, her tightness against my cock and the way she was milking me.

I shouldn't have done it.

I was a man of logic… of protocols, and of boundaries. Crossing this line was a tactical error.

But as I felt her chest heave against mine and her small hands clutched
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