Author's Note: This chapter (and a future one) are what earn this an M-rating. If an erotic depiction of sex isn't your thing, this chapter won't be either.

Eva's Wish

Chapter 2

Lady's mind drifted back in memory.

**Five Years Ago**

It was a cold, late January night when the trio busted through the doors of Devil May Cry. The hunt had been exhilarating and lucrative. Dante had even brought home a new trophy for the wall. Flush with cash and burning off the adrenaline of the earlier battle, a small party had broken out. Bottles of beer were downed, pizza consumed and games of cards were played.

Trish grinned. "And that makes another win," she said, laying down her straight flush.

"Jesus," Dante grumbled. "What is that Lady, like three in a row?" he asked, shaking his head.

"Four actually," Lady replied, her lips drawing in a frown.

Trish laughed. "Well as much fun as it would be to stay here and keep kicking your asses at cards, if I wait too late the club will only have dregs left. And I'm in the mood for someone fun to keep me warm tonight," she said standing and stretching.

Lady chuckled. "Happy hunting," she called as Trish headed for the door.

"I almost feel bad for the poor sap that ends up warming her bed tonight," Dante said, dealing the cards.

Lady laughed and took a long drag off her beer bottle. "She sure knows how to wind them up. How many bouquets of flowers did we end up with here from her last fling?" she asked, looking over her hand.

"Beats me," Dante said. "I wasn't counting, but it sure seemed like a lot."

Lady shook her head, "This place looked like a sad and pathetic florist shop after she finally got him to look elsewhere." Dante shot Lady a glare and she laughed.

Throwing down some chips she watched Dante as he examined his cards. She felt warm and like her skin was becoming very sensitive. Her eyes were drawn to Dante's mouth as he looked over his hand. 'I wonder what those lips would feel like to kiss,' she thought. She blinked. Where had that thought come from. She didn't normally think about Dante like that. He was a friend and a sometime confidant but not someone she thought about romantically. Mentally berating herself, she focused on her cards.

"Call," Dante said, smiling. "Got you this time," he said, putting down three of a kind.

Lady laughed. "Dante, if it weren't for bad luck, you'd have no luck at all," she said. "Full house," she said, laying down her cards.

Dante's eyes widened. "Damnit," he said.

Lady laughed and dealt another hand. "I'm surprised you didn't head out to the club with Trish," she said.

Dante shrugged. "Eh, not in the mood. Besides, maybe if I play my cards right you'll end up in my bed tonight," he said, giving her a sly smile.

Lady felt her cheeks blush and more heat sear her skin. She paused before responding. "Yeah, I'm not so sure about that," she said. 'What I am doing?' she thought. 'Normally I'd shoot him or something for a comment like that. What kind of lame response did I just give to one of his lecherous comments? Why am I acting like this?'

Dante noticed Lady's blush. He was also experiencing a rush of heat. He was trying to remain still as each movement caused his clothes to have almost an erotic feel against his skin. 'Ok she didn't just shoot me for suggesting she end up in my bed,' he thought. 'I need to stay calm, play it cool.' Unbidden, images of Lady in his bed popped into his head. 'Down boy,' he kept saying mentally over and over.

"Call," Lady said, trying to concentrate on the game rather than on Dante's body.

"Pair of eights," Dante, said, laying down his cards.

"Pair of queens," Lady said, laying hers down.

"Shit," Dante said. Lady smiled and shook her head, gathering the cards for another hand.

After a few more hands, Lady tossed her cards down. "I think that's all I can take from you tonight," she laughed. "I should head out of here." Dante shrugged. Lady stood. "Gonna hit the restroom before I go," she said, walking to the room behind the desk. After finishing her business, she stared at herself in the mirror. The heat and feel of her clothes on her skin were almost too much. She splashed some cool water on her face. Drying her face on the towel, she stepped out.

Dante sat behind the desk, his feet propped up on the surface. He'd taken his jacket off and his black button down shirt was molded to his frame. Lady's motorcycle keys were on the table by his right leg. She went to reach for them. Dante's hand reached out and gently grasped her wrist.

At his touch, she felt like every nerve in her body was suffused with electricity. Her heart started racing. Turning her head, she looked at Dante. Their eyes locked. Lady felt like she was floating. Dante gently pulled her arm toward himself and Lady bent down, her lips coming close to Dante's face. Neither one said anything, both looking into the other's eyes. Suddenly Dante closed the gap between them, capturing her lips in a kiss.

Lady's eyes widened in shock as her lips responded to the soft feel of his mouth against hers. Her eyes drifted closed as she felt him deepen the kiss. She responded allowing his tongue entrance as a rush of warmth suffused her body. Their tongues battled against each other. Breaking for air, Lady felt as though her legs were going to give out. Dante gave her a smile and removed his legs from the desk. Sitting up straight in the chair, he pulled her forward, their lips recapturing the other.

Lady felt as though she was going to sink down. Swinging a leg over his lap, she sat straddling him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tight. Her arms twined around his neck and her hands slid into his hair. As the kisses continued, her hands slid down over Dante's shoulders and chest. Dante's hands slid up her back, gliding over her and leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Dante broke the kiss and started kissing down her neck, lightly nipping the skin. Lady squirmed at the sensations rushing through her. Dante groaned as he felt her heat move over his lap. Breaking away from her neck, he sat back and looked her in the eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, lips swollen and her eyes were so bright. He slowly brought his hands up to the front of her shirt, sliding them up over her stomach and cupping her breasts through her shirt.

Lady's eyes drifted to half-lidded at the contact and her head fell back, pushing her chest further into Dante's touch. She gave a soft mewl at the sensations running through her body. Dante massaged her breasts for a few more moments before his hands drifted to the center of her shirt. He slowly unbuttoned the buttons as Lady's eyes met his and her breath hitched.

She stared at him, memorizing every detail. The hungry look in his eyes, the soft lips, and the light stubble on his cheek. Her hand reached out and softly rubbed his cheek and trailed down the side of his neck. When Dante reached the last button on her shirt, he slowly slid his hands up to her collarbone and pushed the shirt off her shoulders. She dropped her hands to her sides and it fell off onto the floor.

Reaching behind her he pulled her forward against his chest as he kissed her again. His hands traced over her back and one of his hands came to rest on her bra clasp. Snapping it open, his hands came up and slid the offending garment down her arms. She broke the kiss, sitting back before him half-clothed. His eyes roamed her form, taking in every detail. The soft skin, marked with scars from prior battles. The firm roundness of her breasts, with nipples erect and waiting for him.

Before he could lean in and capture one of the mounds he was eying, he felt Lady's hands drop to his stomach and fist in the material of his shirt. She pulled upward, loosening the garment from where it was tucked in behind his belt buckle. He smiled and lifted his arms, allowing her to pull the garment off. Her eyes roamed his chest, before a tentative hand reached out and drew a pattern from the outside of his shoulder down across his collarbone and down along his sternum. He felt like she was leaving a trail of molten lava as she traced the lines of his chest. He pulled her forward, again kissing her. Breaking the kiss, Dante's lips traveled down her neck as his hands came up and gently cupped her breasts. His thumbs gently ran across her nipples and Lady's breath hitched. Her own hands slid over the corded muscles of his arms.

Dante kissed down her neck and across Lady's collar bone. Her hands slid to the back of his head and neck. Moving his hand from her right breast, he caught the hard nipple in his mouth, laving his tongue over it and gently suckling. Lady's head fell back and she moaned with his ministrations. Her back arched, offering more of herself to him. He switched to the left side, repeating the attentions he'd paid to the right side. Lady rubbed herself against him involuntarily, seeking the release the friction hinted at. Dante's own body responded to the feel of her against him.

He dropped his right hand and traced down to her waist, then her hip. He massaged and rubbed the top of her left thigh before dipping to the junction of her legs. His fingers ghosted over her shorts as she tried to move and create more friction between them. He smiled around the nipple in his mouth. He could already feel the moist heat at her center. He pressed his fingers harder against her juncture, delighting at the sounds she was making. Pulling his hand away, he circled around to her buttock and slid his other hand down to the other buttock. Holding her tight, he stood up. Releasing her nipple from his mouth, he slowly let her slide down his body, delighting in the feel of her against himself.

Once her feet reached the ground, he knelt down and unzipped her boots keeping his gaze locked on hers. She stepped out of the boots. His hands went to the waistband of the skirt she was wearing and he undid the clasp, letting it pool at her feet. Sliding his hands between her shorts and her waist, he slid her shorts down. As he slid the shorts down, his thumbs hooked in the hemline of her panties and pulled them down simultaneously. Standing, he caught her lips in another blistering kiss as he lifted her. He slid a hand to the back of her head and he slowly lowered her onto the desk.

Once Lady was laid on the desk, Dante's right hand moved to Eva's picture and placed it face down. Lady reached out for the buckle on Dante's pants. He broke the kiss. "Ah, ah," he said, a wolfish grin on his face. "Not yet," he said huskily as his lips dropped to her left breast. Below him Lady squirmed. His right hand slid to her left hip and he slowly traced inward. Sliding his hand over mound, she arched beneath him and her legs widened, beckoning him.

He brushed a finger along her slit, feeling the wet heat there. Breaking from her nipple, he trailed kisses down her belly. Dropping to his knees, he gently placed her left leg over his right shoulder-kissing the inside of her thigh as he did so. Taking two fingers, he gently spread her labia apart, as his tongue slipped into her depths.

Lady's back arched as her hands went and fisted in his hair. The sensation was incredible. She felt like she could ignite based on the heat he was creating inside her. Licking, nipping and suckling at her clit, Dante worked on eliciting the groans and mewls that came unbidden from her lips. Slowly he slid a finger into her depths. Feeling her tight walls surround his finger, he started a slow rhythm in and out. Her breathing became shallower. He added a second finger and concentrated on her clit. He could feel her body becoming tighter and tighter, winding up. Removing his mouth, he covered her nub with his thumb and rubbed more vigorously as the rhythm he was creating reached its crescendo.

"Come for me," he softly said. Her body seemed to hear the order and rushed to obey. Lady's eyes screwed shut as her breathing became desperate pants and then suddenly the tension unwound. She crashed over the edge, her walls convulsing and fluttering around Dante's fingers as she cried out. Slowly Dante came to a stop, feeling her walls milk the last inklings of pleasure. Slipping his fingers out, he smiled.

Standing he slipped his boots off. Lady sat up. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing returning to normal. She looked at him with a shy smile. She reached out and tugged on his belt buckle. He stepped forward and their lips met again.

Lady ignored the taste of herself on his lips as her hands undid his belt buckle. Unbuttoning his pants, she slid them down over his narrow hips. His engorged manhood sprung free from the confines it had been trapped in. Her hand slid up his thigh, wrapping around his girth and slowly stroking it.

Dante broke their kiss and gently caught her wrist. "This will be over with way too fast if you keep that up," he breathed, leaning in and nipping at her neck. He laid her back against the desk. Returning his attentions to her breast, he brought her trapped wrist alongside her head. She could feel his hard length trapped between them against her thigh.

The heat built in her again and she wanted him. Dante continued to rub and suckle at her breasts, ignoring her lower half. She felt she couldn't take much more. "I need," she whispered.

Dante broke his ministrations and looked at her. "What do you need?" he asked, his eyes flashing. Lady's hand slid between them and gently stroked his length. He smiled, going in for a kiss as his hips shifted. Lady's hand wrapped around him and pulled him to her entrance. Dante broke the kiss and his hands dropped to her hips. Keeping eye contact he slowly slid inside her. Lady's back arched and her eyes hooded over with the sensation of him filling her. Dante felt her walls gently grip him with a heat that was intoxicating. It was all he could do to maintain control and set a slow rhythm to start.

Dante slowly moved in and out of her, watching Lady's face with each thrust. He had never felt this kind of a connection to someone during sex before. He didn't know what started them on this path, but he didn't want it to end. But an end would need to come and his body was telling him he needed to reach it.

Adjusting his angle, he gave a slight twist of his hips and was rewarded with Lady's small groans of pleasure. Looking down, he almost came undone at seeing this beautiful, powerful woman so completely vulnerable before him and the two of them so intimately connected. The rhythm increased. Both of them were so engrossed in their pleasure that they were deaf to the sounds of the desk creaking and oblivious to the fact that anyone could just walk in. Unconsciously Lady's hand had gone to Eva's picture, pinning it to the desk, lest it go flying off with the abandon at which they were using to push the other over the edge of pleasure.

Dante felt his release was close at hand. Taking his thumb, he brushed Lady's clit. "Come for me," he said. Again, her body seemed to wait for his request and then it unleashed soul-wracking pleasure.

"Dante," Lady cried out as her walls tightened around him. Thrusting only a few more times, he buried himself to the hilt, his own release spurting forward as he cried her name. Panting, his head came to rest between her breasts. Both tried to catch their breath as he slowly withdrew from her. He stood up as she sat up.

Lady met Dante's eyes and suddenly she felt awkward. "I need to use the restroom," she said. Dante stepped back and she hopped off the desk. Gathering her discarded clothes, she stepped into the bathroom. Closing the door behind her, she cleaned herself a bit and quickly dressed. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she tried to understand what had happened and what led to it. For some reason, it all felt fuzzy, like she couldn't quite make sense of it. She couldn't rationalize what led to them having sex. It was like something took over. Now she felt conflicted. On the one hand she was glad, she'd never experienced a connection like that before. On the other hand, she didn't know what happened next.

Finishing up, she stepped out. Dante was sitting back in the office chair with just his pants on. Lady's eyes raked over his naked chest and she wanted nothing more than to touch him again. The ferocity of that feeling scared her. "I should get going," she said, reaching for her keys again. Her left hand brushed his shoulder and at the touch she felt consumed with longing for him again.

Dante must have felt the same intense feeling as he quickly stood up and caught Lady by the waist, crashing her against him. His lips sought out hers like a drowning man seeks air. Slipping his hands under her buttocks he lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around his narrow waist and he carried her upstairs, never breaking their kiss.

Nudging open his bedroom door with his foot, he brought her in the room and they collapsed onto his bed. Hands sought out and discarded clothing until they were again naked. Dante slid inside her welcoming walls feeling like he'd found completion. He had never felt this powerful of a feeling. He did not want for anything but to her hear cry his name as she reached her climax.

Lady rolled them over and sat astride Dante, setting a languorous pace as she looked at him. All that she wanted was for this to never end-to feel him fill an empty space she didn't even know she had. All she wanted was to see him tumble over the edge of ecstasy and call her name. Increasing the pace, each bucking and filling the other, they approached the precipice. Lady leaned close to Dante's ear, undulating her hips and working him hard. "Come for me Dante," she said, her release blossoming. He threw his head back his hands going to her hips and slamming deeply into her as he let go. She could feel him deep inside throbbing, releasing and filling her. Resting her head on his chest, she tried to catch her breath. "Wow," was all she could muster.

Dante laughed. Rolling them over and slipping from her, he kissed along her jawline. Her fingers trailed over his chest. Heat and desire bloomed again in her belly. Dante's eyes became hooded. Somewhere in the back of Lady's mind, her body was trying to tell her something. She couldn't concentrate on it. All that mattered was this burning desire for Dante, this need to feel him inside her again. Her eyes closed as he climbed atop her again and the sweet completion came as he slid inside her walls again.