Author's Note: This chapter contains explicit sexual scenes. If that's not your cup of tea, you might wanna skip the last half of the chapter. Thanks! XD
Waiting Game
The arrangements had been made, things were set into motion, and all was being taken care of for the moment. Regan couldn't help but be glad. A sense of completion was finally setting over her as she saw her niece off with Doc and Marvin once they'd finished making the funeral arrangements for Jack. It took them a few days, of course, attending his funeral and doing what they knew he wanted to be done - cremated and have his ashes sprinkled over Black Wing Lake. It'd always been one of his favorite places in the world, and it was very suiting for him to have his final resting place there.
While Regan was helping Doc attend to these matters, Dante had been doing work of his own. Lady had temporarily left, information hunting, having always had an interest in the subjects of ancient cults and religions, and a habit of looking them up in libraries and the like and reading all the books she could find on them. Regan requested that she bring some books back as well, which Lady did so.
Walking back into the lobby of the ranch, a few books in hand, Lady set them down on the front desk and looked up when she heard a few footsteps heading toward the room from the hallway in the back. Seeing Dante coming through the door and then leaning against the frame, she narrowed her brows a slight bit. "What's wrong? Bored?"
"Something like that. I liked the place better when more people were here."
"Why's that?" Lady asked curiously.
With a shrug, rubbing his nose a bit, Dante simply told her, "I don't know, drinking beer and shooting cans in a bet, riding mechanical bucking bronco's, just seems like fun to me. The people were great, and I get the feeling that if I didn't have a job, a wrangler might've been right up my alley."
Lady chuckled, not looking at him as he spoke, instead, rearranging the books she'd set onto the front desk. "Well, I don't think I can disagree with that. They probably like to play a lot of poker too. But what about their taste in music?"
"Actually, most of the guys liked rock music from what I gathered, not that country crap you might think they did. Except for Ted. But everyone liked to give him shit for it."
Chuckling, Lady leaned against the desk and glanced over at him, saw him just casually looking her way. She perked up a brow and told him, "Then I guess you're right. Though I think you'd miss the city," she smirked.
"More than likely," Dante replied with a grin, then nodded his head at the books and asked her, "You find anything noteworthy?"
"Well, I did manage to find the name Democrite in two of these, so it seemed like a fitting place to start. It also mentioned something about the ancient ritual of the Gateway to bound the two worlds of Hell and Earth together, but I didn't have much of a chance to get into the details of it before I wanted to come back here. What about you, manage to squeeze any information out of anyone?"
"Not really to be honest," Dante informed her, moving away from the wall and over to the opposite side of the desk she was leaning on, putting his hands onto the surface to lean as she stood up straight. He shook his head slowly, "That town's dead as hell. People don't know anything there, every time they see you, they run like a cockroach in a flashlight, and if they do say anything to you it's pretty much just to tell you to get the fuck away from them in so many words."
"Sounds like they're all scared. You seemed to know the man in the warehouse though. Maybe he's the one pulling the strings with them?"
Arias, Dante thought for a moment, and he shook his head. "Nah, that guy's probably too executive like to bother with scaring a bunch of humans into cooperating with him or his father. We kept seeing these robed and hooded guys before you got up here though, I was hoping I might find one of them poking about, but no such luck. They're probably the grunts doing all the ruling out of fear, well, besides what that place turns into at night."
Lady could agree. With a loud sigh, seh shook her head, "They probably don't even come out until night time anyway, and probably haven't said anything to the people there. I guess it really is a dead end at that place."
"This whole damned mission's a dead end, Lady."
Snorting, Lady shook her head, "At least until we know more. So, did Evelyn leave already?"
"Yeah, about an hour ago. I've been here with Regan ever since, telling her how boring she is."
"Why is she boring?" Lady asked curiously.
"She's been filing and working in her office. Won't come out to do anything else."
"Well, life can't be all fun and games, you know?"
With a scoff, Dante told her, "It can be if you play your cards right. That's what I wanted to do, play a few games of cards."
Sighing a soft groan, Lady pursed her lips, "I think I should warn her about your card playing skills, as in you have none, so you cheat whatever chance you can get."
"I doubt she'd be much different than you, she'd probably find me out. The woman's as feisty and stubborn anyway."
Lady gave Dante a once over. She smirked after a moment and then asked him, "Are you sweet on her, Dante?" Somehow she got the feeling he might've been, just from the way he seemed to look at her from time to time, or the things he said. He also seemed to care a great deal, and maybe that was out of some kind of guilt he'd never admit to over what had happened to her, or maybe it was out of a genuine like he'd developed for her, but either way, Lady had picked up on it over the course of the past two days. She couldn't wait to see his response to her question.
"Hell no, why?"
Typical, she thought. "Could've fooled me."
"Why? Because she's a babe and I like babe's? Or were you thinking something else entirely?"
"Oh, I was just thinking you like to look at her a lot, and not in the way you look at other women. Besides, I don't see you just sticking around here knowing what's going down if you didn't like her at least a little with as bored as you're claiming to be."
Dante rolled his eyes. Lady and her damned logicalness. Dante had come to learn over the past year he'd known her that Lady, despite being a woman who could kick a lot of ass whenever she needed to, possessed a keen intellect and a patience for reading books and studying up on her missions that he'd always lacked. She could read people pretty damned well, even someone as reckless and thrill seeking as he was, sometimes to the point that he looked suicidal, Lady had pointed out to him, so he was a little annoyed that she'd picked up on the fact that he'd started having a thing for the owner of Black Wing Creek, though it didn't really surprise him.
He did have a slightly soft spot for Regan. It wasn't something he was completely used to, and it wasn't something that bothered him either. He always knew he'd had terrible luck with women, more than likely because he was a womanizer and a jackass unabashedly to boot, and not many women liked that about him. The result was a set of several flings he'd had over the years without any kind of solid relationships to show for. Not that me minded either, Dante never did like the thought of settling down much, not with just any woman anyway. He'd hoped that, if the day did come when he was ready to settle down, the woman he found to do so with was either as crazy as he was, kicked ass, or didn't mind the way he liked to do things. It wouldn't work any other way anyway.
"So what if I'm hanging around here? I don't have any leads, do I?"
"No, maybe not, but you know how to sniff out a demon even better than I do. Something could pop up out there if you'd just look around long enough."
"That's even more boring than sticking around here."
He had her there. Lady simply shrugged, "Fine, you're not sweet on Regan. I'll let it go. So, with that being said, I'll be heading out. Just make sure Regan gets these books if you would, sir bored-a-lot."
"Fine, madame nut-crunch." Dante muttered, causing Lady to snort in amusement as she headed to the door, hoisting Kalina Anne, which had been strapped to her all along, up on her back for easier carrying. Dante looked the large rocket launcher over and thought to himself how it didn't seem a woman like her would be able to use such a large gun so easily, but Lady was like a fucking surgeon with the thing. He shook his head and then went over to the books himself, shuffling through them one by one and was about to see what she'd book marked when he heard Regan coming down the stairs.
"Did Lady come by?" She asked as she headed down to the bottom of the steps, jeans, black boots, and a sky blue halter top over a white blouse with long bell sleeves. Walking over to the desk, seeing the books, she narrowed her brows as she looked them over, pushing her hair behind her ears.
"Yep, brought these for you." Dante didn't have much else to say. He started thinking about their little scene in the bathroom two days ago. After all, it wasn't like they'd had a lot of time to talk about things since then, not that he was particularly interested in talking, but he did want to see what she might've had to say in more depth over the whole situation. Not to mention that Lady had been right, and that aside, he still needed to live up to his reputation as a shameless flirt.
"Did she leave already?" Regan turned her green eyed gaze up to Dante's face, interrupting his thoughts, brows narrowed slightly and watched him nod at her. "Where did she go? The weather's getting really bad out there."
"Don't know," Dante replied, when the opposite was, in fact, the truth. He knew exactly where the woman was going, and also knew that she'd have no problem with the weather on the way there, not with her bike. It'd been his suggestion as well, having asked her to simply go and keep an eye out on Doc and Marvin with the kid, make sure nothing happened to them, and Lady had agreed that it was the best idea. "Guess she just wanted to go out and look for a few more things," he finished as a slight afterthought.
"Oh, well," Regan shrugged a bit and then opened the book to the book marked page that Dante had been about to go to whenever she'd stopped him by coming down the steps. "At least she's marked a few things for me." Seeing the page, she went over to the couch and sat down, looking the words over, saying, "It mentions the Democrites."
"She told me about that," Dante informed her, walking over to the couch with her. Turning, he sat down next to her and watched her reading it.
"It says they were ancient worshipers of a dark god of chaos, one that would one day bridge the gap of the demon and the human worlds in order to bring death to an end." Regan narrowed her brows and asked, "Where the hell did she find this book at?"
"Probably the demons-r-us book store," Dante replied without missing a beat.
Regan grinned at him, casually wondering if he always had something smartassed to say like that. But she started looking through the pages again instead of commenting on it and she read out loud, "The ritual to do so was called the Gateway wherein a child was sacrificed in order to bring out this end of ends. But," Regan narrowed her brows, glancing at Dante, "that doesn't make sense. I mean, this whole thing isn't about bring and end to death."
"It is if you look at it from a demon's point of view," Dante informed her. "Demons typically don't die unless they're killed. Even then, they just kinda go back to hell. By bringing the two worlds together though, the demons that'll come outta that will probably wipe out all the humans they can, and then, well, no more humans and no more death. At least, that's probably how the stupid fucks painted the picture to the ones that worshiped them anyway."
Regan cringed over the words. "That really is pretty fucked up. And Democrities isn't a god, is he?"
"Nope," Dante shook his head, "just a schmuck with a lot of power in hell that counts for dick in the human world, just like with all those idiots down there that think they can come up with some kind of plan in order to take over the world."
"Why are they so hellbent on taking over the world anyway, Dante? I mean it seems kinda pointless if they think humans are so weak."
"Fuck if I know, don't really care either, I just know as long as they do it, I'm gonna keep kicking their asses and make a living off of it."
Regan glanced over at him when he said that and she smirked. Seemed like him to not really give a shit about a lot of things that someone might guess he would whenever it came to saving the world and whatnot. He just didn't care for details it seemed, only wanted to know what he absolutely needed to, and didn't care about anything else. In a way, she could admire that about him, but she, personally, wanted to know more on the issue if she could.
"Well, the weak are always made to serve the strong, aren't they? Maybe it has something to do with that," she mused, going back through the pages, looking for more information that might suit their purposes. "Or maybe they just think they can expand, kinda like white people taking land away from the Native's so long ago."
"You've got a point, babe."
Ignoring the endearment, having come to accept the terms that he'd probably never stop calling her by those names and it was just in his nature, she stopped and said, "The Democrites would gather in their temple, which they called the Black Moon, or Sapa Hanhepi Wi to the natives of the area, in order to give worship and ironically enough, kill off those born under certain circumstances in order to bring about the end of death. It was said that these cultists were stopped when the Dark Knight Sparda exposed the dark god for what he truly was and defeated him, sealing his gathered power in this world away from him."
Regan looked back at Dante and raised her brows. Thinking about what she'd just read over the Dark Knight Sparda, she asked him, "Have you been cleaning up daddy's messes?"
Dante seemed a bit annoyed at the words, rolling his blue eyes up, "No, and I don't plan to start either, but somehow I get the feeling this won't be the last time something like this happens."
"Is it the first time?"
"Nope."
Chuckling, Regan shook her head, looking back down at the book with a soft sigh. "It doesn't say anything else about the Gateway though. The article ends there. Maybe I should try another one." She reached out to pick up another book when she found Dante reaching to grab her hand and stop her. She looked back at him and sat against the pillows again "What?"
"I'm tired of research," he told her blandly.
"But you haven't even done any."
"You've done enough all afternoon. Filing, calling people, working, now researching. You need to take a break."
"Why do I get the feeling you just want attention?"
"Because I do," he said, reaching out and pulling her into his lap without shame, smirking at her in a way that she really wished wasn't so cute. "I'm deprived, cutie."
Regan was vexed, wishing he wasn't always so damned flirty and a little bit more serious for once. "Yeah, well, I wanna know what the hell's going to happen to me."
"I told you before nothing's gonna happen to you. You don't need to worry about anything."
Regan stared at him with a concerned expression. Her brows had narrowed and she'd slowly shook her head at him, "That doesn't make me any less scared, Dante. My entire life's changed. I know it sounds really weak of me, but it's either tell you this now, or drown out my sorrows in a bottle of Jack, and I'd rather not do that. I know you're extremely cocky and confident and all, but I'm just not so sure as you."
Dante realized she was probably right. The unknown was what everyone feared, so Regan felt if she'd educated herself on the facts, she wouldn't be so scared anymore. After all, it was a terrible thing to live in fear, and though he didn't show it, Dante didn't want her to be scared either. It made him think of things in his childhood he typically didn't want to think about, but somehow he knew they might help her in the situation.
"Look," he started with a soft sigh, giving her one of those rare glances that he usually didn't make, but was completely genuine and serious at the same time. "I've been there before. Probably worse than you have it now. You just need to trust me. Those books won't tell you everything you need to know anyway, just give you a vague idea of things that could've happened before that haven't happened yet."
Regan was staring down as he told her this. It was in that moment that she closed her eyes and sighed a deep breath. She honestly felt like she might cry, and was trying to stop those urges before they could start. She felt so scared and uncertain inside that she couldn't see straight. What was going to happen? Was she going to become a monster? Would it happen soon? Or a year from now? Or...
She felt a hand against her cheek. Dante had watched her expression slowly get worse and worse, and he tilted her face toward his, causing her to open her somewhat misty eyes and look at him. She could see the cocky attitude through his little smirk still in place on his nicely handsome features, his persistent confident nature which never seemed to be bothered, and somehow, just looking at him then, made her feel a shitload better than she had just a moment ago. With a sigh, she reached up and put her hand on his, still resting against her cheek, and she muttered, "Dante..."
She was silenced when he just leaned in and kissed her, and she didn't fight it off. Instead, she made a soft moan and leaned into the kiss. Her arms wound around his neck slowly, and she felt his own going around her sides. Something was happening between them. It was like the other day, the way she felt when she was, well, servicing him to be blunt about it, and she was starting to get the feeling it wasn't just some thing where she felt appreciative of him, grateful to him, and needed some kind of distraction and nothing more.
Apparently she just couldn't look at this as no strings attached and she got the feeling he wouldn't like that.
Damned if he wasn't a good kisser though. He really was, and she couldn't bare any logical thought, let alone decide what this kiss was. Her tongue was meeting his with willingness and he was fairly demanding with his own swipes into her mouth, not to mention skilled and very precise. Damned if she wasn't completely lost, not even caring when he laid her back across the couch, moved over her just slightly, her legs still draped over his, and let his hand wander up and over her breast.
He felt her tense when his hand did that, cupped her breast and lifted it a bit, heard her deep intake of breath. The reaction was fairly vivid, and he could feel a twitching in his pants that he knew meant he was about to stand to attention again pretty soon. She'd taken his wrist in her hand, but she wasn't pulling it away, so he moved it to the hem of her shirt, and pressed his fingers just beneath it. Her heart started hammering a mile a minute as his fingers started tracing and trailing a path up her soft skin, to her ribs, then her bra. She couldn't help a whimper against his lips when she knew what he was about to do.
That's when a loud crash sounded outside. It stopped the both of them in their tracks, the lights flickering out. In the silence that pursued from the darkness encompassing them and the heater having died down, both of them sat back up slowly and heard the loudly whipping wind outside the lodge as if there might've been demons in the storm itself, and they both knew a tree branch must've fallen down outside onto one of the power lines.
"That sounds like one helluva storm," Dante told her, and even though he couldn't see her, he leaned back in and kissed her again, "good thing we're not alone, huh?"
There was a playfulness to his voice, and Regan grumbled about it, "Dante, I think maybe we should stop," she replied, scooting up and off of his lap as the lights came back on. Seeing her standing there, he narrowed his brows, watching her tugging her shirt back into place, easily able to see the stiffened nipples she was sporting peaking through her shirt. "Besides," she continued, "I need to go make sure nothing's really broken."
"Why should we stop?" He asked. "It's not like you can't come back and let us continue, ya know?"
"Because," Regan snapped, then she sighed and tried to calm herself down, "it's not right, I'm not interested in casual, random flings, Dante. I don't care how good it felt, it's not gonna help us any."
"It'll help me plenty. Probably make you less uptight too. Besides, I told you this wasn't over, and I meant it."
"Dante," Regan grumbled, grabbing her coat from the hanger near the door, "don't start with that right now." She opened the door and had to catch it when the wind caught it. "I already said you didn't have to do anything about that." With those words, she shut the front door and went outside to have a look around for a few minutes.
While she was gone, Dante rolled his eyes and then stood up, moving to the door to peak out of the windows on it. It was snowing like they were in the antarctic outside, and he couldn't see shit beyond a few feet off of the front porch, hoping the woman had the sense not to wander off too far in this kind of mess. She was probably just sticking to the front porch though, and for a moment, Dante wondered, since the weather had gotten worse after Lady's departure, if she really would be alright out there.
But she'd looked fine, had been bundled up, and she'd been through worse shit and come out smelling like roses before anyway. Dante just let go of the drapes over the front door windows and leaned against the wall beside the door. His mind went back to Regan and how she was so damned adamant about not doing too much of anything, but how she seemed to enjoy it whenever they did do something. And he had to admit, the kiss they'd just shared was definitely better than most of the ones he'd given to other women, like it meant more, wasn't just a, well, wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am kind of deal that one of those kisses were used to initiate.
He liked it and he wasn't sure why. Change of pace maybe, or perhaps it was just a refreshing relief from the shitville he'd come into ever since he'd started this mission. Another side of him though said it was because while he liked being the guy that most girls fawned over, yet could never catch, he also liked the thought of girls not being able to catch him because he had a hot redheaded chick on his arm. He'd thought about their similarities, he and Regan did have a few things in common after all, and aside from her sparky temper, hell, he had one too sometimes, she was pretty damned likeable.
He thought it was safe to say that he didn't have a problem with becoming exclusive just to see what the big deal was. If he didn't like it, he could always just tell her. Though he got the feeling somehow that she knew he wasn't a guy who liked to commit, and that's more than likely why she was pushing him away. So he'd just continue to play that card for a bit and see what happened.
Whenever Regan opened the door and came back in though, covered in snow and dusting herself off, he took her arm as soon as she'd removed the coat and pulled her toward himself so quickly that she dropped her coat onto the floor, blinking up at him as he anchored her to himself with his arms.
"So what's so wrong with me returning favors, sweetheart? You get what you give after all."
Regan could feel butterflies taking off in her stomach as she stared up into his piercing blues, wondering if there was something in specific he was trying to do here aside from initiate more physical activities, and she shoved herself way away from him, shaking her head, "Damn it, look, I don't want to get involved okay?"
"Who said anything about getting involved, cutie, I'm not talking about any strings attached."
Walking away from him and to the steps, she narrowed her brows and glanced back in his direction, then she shook her head slowly, "I'm not that kind of girl either. I," she paused for a moment and then she sighed a deep breath, "I think I made a mistake the other day, I mean I don't regret it, but it's also not me to just do that for someone on a continuous basis. It'll be bad if I let something else like that happen." Shaking her head, she turned to go up the steps, saying as she moved up them, "I'm going to go get some sleep. This is just going to have to be a big waiting game between us. If that makes you mad, I'm sorry, but I can't just do things on a whim like Dante Sparda apparently can."
She disappeared from sight after that. Dante pursed his lips to the side and raised a brow. So, he'd been right - she didn't want to just get intimate, she had bigger feelings for him than that - and he was reminded of his old belief that he just didn't have any good luck at all with women. Still, he usually got what he wanted for better or for worse. Usually it was for worse. There was a warning sign going up here.
The sign made Dante grin. Risk taker? Damn straight. After all, at least then he could tell Lady he'd given a relationship a chance and she could no longer call him a complete manwhore. He pushed himself away from the wall and began to head toward the steps.
Moving up them, he whistled a slight bit, just thinking, and finally saying, "Waiting game, huh? Well, let the games begin."
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And so it had.
Regan laid on a soft mattress she had that she only pulled out on very cold nights like this when it was freezing cold outside, pillows piled up around her, a warm chenille blanket across her legs, and a fire burning next to her in the hearth of her bedroom. She pulled the strap of her white nightgown up her shoulder and pushed her red hair behind her back, unable to sleep, only able to dream.
She couldn't help it. The morning in the bathroom with Dante, she just couldn't get it out of her head. Now it was about one o'clock in the morning and she just couldn't sleep. Just a short few minutes earlier she'd been trembling with her thoughts of what had happened, and it hadn't been because of the cold. Just remembering what they'd done had gotten her aroused again, and she sighed a deep, long breath and turned her head, glancing over at the door. It'd been this way for the past day or two now, and she also kept thinking about the events on the couch a few hours ago, wondering what might've been going on outside of her bedroom.
Outside of it, and just down the hallway, Dante lay in his own bed and looked up at the ceiling, one arm propped up behind him, the other resting on his upper abdomen. While he'd been a bit less effected by the thoughts of the woman he'd been sharing this lodge with for the time being, as in, when he thought back on it now, it hadn't done quite as much to arouse him as it'd done to Regan, it still gave him reason enough to want to get up and leave his room to go and finish the job off. He could feel that stirring of need that every man had in him, amplified by the demonic blood running through his veins, making him feel, for lack of a better way to put it, hot and bothered, and now, he was ready to sate his lusts.
Dante turned his eyes to the door slowly, his hair fanned over his forehead, split just by his eyes so that he could see it.
Regan had turned her face away from the door. No fucking way in hell could she just stand up and go to his room. What would she say? 'Hi Dante, I'm full of shit and we didn't finish what we started, let's get it on.' Yeah, that'd blow over real great with his ego. Not to mention she just wasn't like that. As nervous as she was over the whole thing to begin with, no matter how much she really wanted it, she couldn't bring herself to even grab her doorknob. But she'd been up and to her door several times now.
Maybe she'd come up with an excuse. But what?
He could come up with an excuse, Dante thought to himself. Hell, it was cold as a wet dog in Antarctica outside, maybe he could go see how her nipples were faring since the heater had never come back on, apparently needed a new fuse since the power had been tripped. The thought made a large smirk tug at the corners of his lips. What a pretty chest though, he thought to himself. He wondered what they would look like cold and aching, ready to be soothed and comforted by a nice hot mouth and a hungry tongue. But yeah, he was sure that'd blow over real well, especially with her temper.
Damn he had to find a reason to get up and go in there.
The man could be such an ass, she thought to herself, pacing back and forth now, suddenly stumbling because she'd developed a cramp in her calve from the cold. Cussing, Regan sat on the edge of her bed and pulled her leg up slowly to try and rub the uncomfortable spot out. Looking down at the pallet, she continued her line of thought after the pain had subsided, and considered how much of an ass he was. What would he think of it? Just another conquest. In fact, the events of earlier probably hadn't even effected him at all. He was probably sound asleep right now, or getting there with the gloating thoughts in his mind of everything they'd done together so far. She had no business even considering sleeping with a man like him. Nope, she was just being a dumb, young, inexperienced woman with a few hot thoughts of an erotic encounter in her mind from earlier, that was all.
She could be a real pain when she wanted to be. Dante rolled onto his side, back facing the door, trying to forget everything he could about the voluptuous, red headed female laying in her room, probably sound asleep now without a care in the world to what they'd done earlier, either too worried about other things going on, or cussing herself for even allowing it to happen. Maybe even both knowing how some women were. Besides, she was his mission. He had no business chasing after a woman like that. She wasn't fair play, she was just a job, that was it.
It didn't matter, Regan thought, how good looking, respectable, in his own way anyway, confident, or even sometimes charming he could be.
It didn't matter, Dante thought, how hot, determined, though that was a pain sometimes too, bad assed, or fun she could be.
He was a womanizer.
She was temperamental.
He was crass.
She was pushy.
He was an ass.
She was a bitch.
Both of them found themselves standing at their doors.
With a sigh, one of indignation, the other of anticipation, their doorknobs turned and their doors opened. Dante heard the door down the hallway opening and he stopped for a moment, listening when he heard footsteps. They stopped for a moment, and then started again, growing fainter and fainter down the hallway. So he stuck his head around the corner and looked, heard the bathroom door opening just down the way and shutting again.
Well, at least now he knew she was awake.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid," Regan chastised herself aloud. She paced in the bathroom quietly and then stopped at the sink, looking herself over in the mirror. Feeling as if she looked fine, she decided to pull the brush through her hair a few times, curling her toes a bit against the floor because of the cold about, and wished she could find her damned bedroom shoes for Christ's sakes. The wooly socks she was wearing weren't enough, and once she was finished brushing her hair, she set the brush next to the sink again and hurried to the door. Her feet were damned near freezing by this time. Damned heater for breaking down, she thought to herself.
She'd initially thought to go to Dante's room, having come up with the idea that she'd lie and say she thought she'd heard something. But when she'd left her room, she'd hesitated and went to the bathroom quickly in order to make sure she looked okay. But once she got in there, she'd started calling herself stupid, having thought that if she'd put some make up on, or did anything out of the ordinary for one o'clock in the morning, he would've known something was up outside of what she'd originally planned to say. So she'd just decided to brush her hair since she was in there and then went to the door, opening the knob before heading down the hallway once again.
Go to his room, go to his room, she told herself even as she turned to go back into her own, and she shut the door before looking up, somewhat disappointed in herself though she was surprised to see Dante standing there across from her. The suddenness of seeing him so unexpectedly caused her to jump a little, and her hand flew up to her chest as she took a deep breath, "Dante? What are you doing in here?"
"I heard you walking around, thought I'd see what was wrong. Midnight bathroom break?"
"Something like that," she replied, "I'm okay if that's what you mean. What about you? Just being a night owl?"
"Something like that," he replied after a moment of hesitation.
Regan lifted her brows as if she understood him, nodded slowly before she went to walk over to her pallet on the floor, though she didn't sit down, and she turned to face him, brows narrowed, "You weren't making any noise earlier, were you?" She asked him. The question had stemmed from the lie she'd originally thought to use against him to be able to go to his room, but she thought it would come in handy now if only to make some conversation between them for the moment, something to talk about aside from the things that had happened between them so far.
"No," he shook his head. "Why, did you hear something?"
Regan shrugged, grabbing the strap of the flimsy white nightgown that she wore which kept trying to fall off of her shoulder, something he'd noticed and appreciated immensely with how the material seemed to hug her feminine curves in all of the right places. "I thought I did," she replied, "but it could've just been the wind, it's been sounding kind of creepy tonight." That in itself wasn't a lie. It kept whipping passed the lodge making odd noises with the newly falling snow again.
Dante just nodded, asking, "Scare ya?"
"No," she shook her head, "just wasn't sure what it was."
"You look scared to me."
"I do?" She asked him, confusion evident on her face.
"Definitely."
Regan lifted her brow at him. The conversation was running dry quickly, and they both knew why. "Okay, look," Regan started suddenly just to keep him from saying anything else, "if you're thinking I'm embarrassed about everything and maybe scared of what might happen now then that's not true, I'm not scared." She'd said that even though she was thinking I'm completely petrified.
"You're not, huh?" Dante asked, taking a step toward her.
"No," she forced out as hard as she could to get him to believe her. "I just don't want anything else to happen. I mean, we're both kind of vulnerable right now, aren't we? And it's not a good thing, it's not the right time. I don't want to make a mistake." She'd started backing away from him, staring right at his face as he came toward her, that look that she couldn't break her green eyes away from as he closed in on her, "Stop looking at me like that," she added.
"Like what?"
"Like that," she pointed out, "like you want to pounce me."
"I'm not going to pounce you," he replied, a smirk tugging at his lips that was charming in itself. "I just wanna touch you."
"You do?" She nearly whispered the question, still slowly backing away from him, sounding just a bit breathless, and completely thoughtless.
"Damn straight."
"Dante, just, ah!," she yelled when her bared back in the low cut nightgown came into contact with the cold glass of the window behind her, causing her to move forward into him as he neared her, and then she jumped again with another yell, "oh god!," before she slithered away to the side quickly to get away from him, but not before he'd grabbed her and pulled her back to him.
"Damn, calm down, doll, you act like a nervous virgin."
Regan narrowed her brows at him over the statement. Then she shook her head slowly, still pulling away from him a little bit even with the hold he had on her, "Why wouldn't I?"
Finally, it was Dante's turn to be a bit confused. "Why would you?"
"Um, eh heh," she mockingly chuckled aloud, "maybe because I am one?"
The words made Dante be quiet for just a moment. No way. "Wait a second, I thought you'd said you had flings when we went on that horse ride."
Knowing now what he thought about that, Regan rolled her eyes up and to the side slightly, turning her head away a bit with some slight annoyance. "Dante, I can say flings and not mean sex, they were dates," she enunciated for him, "not one night stands, dates."
"Well shit," he started, looking her face over, finally giving her that smile she was dreading to see, the one that said he probably had a multitude of dirty thoughts running through his mind, "I've got a virgin mare on the farm."
"Jesus Christ!," Regan exclaimed, pulling back as hard as she could, even though he stubbornly refused to let her go anywhere. She honestly wanted to get away from him if for only being able to get her blanket over her shoulders because she was freezing and her shaking body and chattering teeth showed it.
Not to mention her pert nipples, straining against the fabric of her nightgown, Dante thought to himself without an ounce of shame anywhere in him.
But either way, Regan broke through his thoughts saying, "You've got a virgin nothing, let go, it's cold!"
When she spoke those words, Dante leaned down and covered her mouth with his, pulling her tightly against his own clothed body, having declined to remove a lot of his clothing because of the cold weather about and the lack of a decent heater. Regan gasped at the initial touch of his lips and grabbed his shoulders, but she couldn't fight off that kind of onslaught long, and eventually gave into it, pulling herself against him willingly and snaking her arms around his shoulders.
As his tongue rolled along in her mouth, rubbing against her own, she made a weak whimper in the back of her throat, feeling the temperature rising in the room slowly but undeniably. Her heart had started pounding, and her own tongue shamelessly rubbed back into his, until the kiss slowly broke with a tugged lip popping back against her teeth from his. She shuddered at the treatment, would've remembered doing the same to him the first time they'd really kissed if it hadn't been for the lack of blood in her brain at that moment. Dante parted open his eyes to watch the thick lip bouncing just a slight bit before he told her, "I can fix that, you know?," his voice a bit low and gruff.
"Fix what?" She asked in a whisper.
"How cold it is."
Regan opened her own eyes to stare back up into his, a bit of light glinting in the deep green orbs, and she had apparently retained enough of her mind in that moment to whisper back to him, "Then why don't you get your ass to the tool shed and go down there and fix the heater then, huh?"
A mischevious grin had settled on her lips, having forgotten for the moment her nerves and agitation at the handsome and charmingly annoying devil hunter standing before her now, holding her so close to himself and rubbing her cold lower back idly.
"Funny, funny, you'll be singing a different tune when I fix it with the tools I got at birth," he retorted without having to think about it.
Regan's smile didn't falter, but a blush did light her cheeks as she tilted her head down slightly and away from him, a bit afraid to look at him. With a sigh, she parted her lips to speak, "I meant what I said about making mistakes, Dante. I don't want to do anything if it's out of some kind of effort for comfort or just something self gratifying. If I do anything, I want it to be because we want to do it, because we know nothing bad will happen because of it, you know?" She finally turned her face back up to his to see what he thought.
Dante could understand that, he'd just been thinking the same thing in his room, she was a mission, and he shouldn't get involved more than likely, though he did like the risk. While getting involved with the woman was another story altogether, Dante knew that sex was close enough to it, and sometimes things came out of it that you didn't first count on, he wasn't an idiot by far. But he told her, "Regan, if I sleep with you, it's because I want you, I'm not doing it to comfort you or get comfort. If I wanted that, I'd go raid the fridge for more of the sundaes down there."
"Too cold for that," she smirked, "maybe some pizza?"
"Sounds good," he replied, realizing in that moment that, considering she was a virgin, she'd probably need some kind of comfort any way it went. He doubted she was just going to spread her legs and accept it easily, and he wasn't going to make her do that either. So when she gave him the shy little smirk that he knew was her attempt, however slight it may have been, at bravery, he replied and then lifted his hand to her cheek and brushed his thumb over her lips, adding, "But later, I'm more interested in this right now."
That blush crept back onto her cheeks and she bit her bottom lip, knowing she was more interested in the same right now as well. She kept thinking, knew she shouldn't have been, but she was getting nervous, and for once, she didn't have any kind of comment to give him. Instead, she reached up and took his hand, gently pulling it away from her cheek, turning her face away from him. Dante felt her trying to step back, and he allowed her to, but only so that he could put his hand on her side and turn her around.
Regan blinked when he did that, lifted his leg up, causing the limb to move between hers. The movement made her gasp slightly, and he settled his knee against the wall, his hands moving against her hips. She felt herself being lifted up and her heart immediately started slamming in her chest. Her teeth had begun chattering again, and she felt him pressing her forward, his mouth trailing along her shoulder slowly. The problem was that the window was right in front of her, and the cold glass touched her skin, her breasts, and she put her hands up and pushed back against him.
"Dante, stop it, the window's freezing!"
When she pushed back, her ass moved along his leg and into his groin nicely, and Dante just reacted by pushing his own hips into hers again. The cold glass came into contact with her chest once more, making her gasp and push back again. This motion continued and a rocking of their hips grinding into one another's started, her nightgown riding up her long, slender legs, and her nipples had started aching painfully because of the cold, his hands holding onto her hips as they rocked. Regan realized though that the friction that had started between her legs was more than enough to get her to forget exactly why she was pushing back against him. She gasped over it, over the freezing touch of the glass against her breasts, and pressed her hips harder into his, forgetting reason and embarrassment, her lips parting with a heavy breath. She was trembling from more than just the cold now.
Dante had made a soft groan as he ground himself into her, giving her a promise with each slow ride of his hips upwards, his arms snaking more tightly around her. But even with the completely hot movements of their hips, Dante could still feel her shaking with the cold, her hand as she grabbed one of his wrists, was like ice, and he asked her, "Want away from there?"
"Y-yes," she stuttered, "please st-stop."
"Then admit it feels good."
Regan groaned, the slow grinding continuing as her nightgown had raised all the way up, revealing her soft ass, the thin covering of panty she wore doing little to protect her from the activities they were engaging in, and Regan gasped out her breath, "It does, but it's so damned cold."
Her head was spinning with the blood flowing through her so quickly as Dante took mercy on her and turned her back around, moving her up against the mattress she'd laid out on the floor in order to be closer to the fire. Sinking to his knees behind her, Regan doing the same as his arms had moved around her sides and pulled her down, Dante was about to order her to turn around when she did so without asking and pulled herself up against him for warmth.
"If you ever do that again, I'm gonna shove ice cubes down your pants," she grumbled.
The threat made Dante smirk, and he reached up to the strap of her nightgown and pushed it down her shoulder again, replying as he drug his fingers around the swell of her breast, "Yeah, maybe I deserve it, but it got me what I wanted."
"What's that?" She asked, burying her forehead against his shoulder as he revealed one of her aching breasts, brushed his thumb over the hard skin of her nipple.
"A real reason to make you burn," he replied against the smooth expanse of her throat that his lips were trailing down as he leaned her back, letting his mouth brush across her breast and to her nipple.
Regan's breathing picked up, he felt her tensing as his lips brushed the areola and then the hardened nipple, opening around it, giving it the warmth it so needed, and Regan pushed her fingers into his hair, her eyes squeezing shut. Her mouth remained open as the sensations from his hot tongue trailed around in circles over her sensitive skin, making it completely hard for an entirely different reason, and slowly, she let her head fall back. Her legs were parted around one of his, and she felt him shifting slightly, pulling the other breast free of the flimsy garment she wore which had been completely fine considering the way she'd been bundled up a little while ago. His mouth left the first nipple and then moved to the other, giving it the same attention, all the while listening to her excited breathing.
"Like that, baby?" he asked her, sliding his mouth up and along her throat, feeling her grip tighten around his back as her lips drew such quick breaths. He kissed those lips once and asked her, "Hmm?"
"Yeah," she drew out a bit dumbly, and felt him tilting her back so that she was laying against the mattress, leaning over her and removing his coat as he looked down at her. Regan opened her eyes as he did that, and she felt another lump forming in her throat as they roamed over him, down to her legs, one of which was draped over his thigh, leg bent at the knee beneath it, the other stuck between them. At that moment, he threw his trench coat to the side so he wouldn't have to fool with it, and then reached down and pulled his shirt off.
His sinuous chest coming into view, Regan made a mindless sigh, reaching up as he finally leaned over her again, parting her lips and speaking at the same time he did. She bit her lip and he got quiet for her. When no one volunteered to go first, Regan moved her leg up against his hip and closed her eyes as his hand traveled down the smooth expanse of skin and to her ass, remembering how big his hands had seemed to be, and moaning softly over the way it felt.
"Tell me how far you've gone before, Regan," Dante implored of her when he touched her leg, let his fingers trail across her skin, forming a line of goosebumps in their wake.
Regan slowly let her own fingers tentatively trail up his chest, her green eyes opening to look up at him as she murmured out, "Not far. Just a few cops and feels, nothing extreme."
Dante's hand wandered over her hip as she spoke, fingers hooking into her panties, and a slight tug was given. Regan pushed her hands along his shoulders and took a deep breath to try and keep her mind straight, but damn if it was working.
"Then was the couch the farthest you've gone?"
After he'd asked her that, he'd moved his leg from between hers and tugged her panties down her thigh, and started kissing her throat. Regan arched her back up slightly, her breasts brushing against his chest as her panties were pulled away from her crotch, trying to remember the answer to his question as she got out, "Yes." She tensed up a bit against him when she felt his hand moving down below her naval, to the sensitive skin above her female mound, and gasped softly, pulling against him, "Dante..."
Having sensed her increased arousal at such a simple touch, reminding him of his newly found discovery of her innocence, he pressed his lips softly over hers, saying, "Shush," instead of kissing her, letting his fingers slip lower, "you know what I was thinking, baby?"
Regan lips were parted, her breathing heavy as she kept leaning up to try and kiss him, felt him moving back with her and then forward again as she stopped trying, keeping his face the same amount of distance away at all times. "What," she gasped out finally, the only thing on her mind being to give him a kiss, tell him she wanted him. When he still wouldn't let her kiss him, she turned her head and began to press kisses against his throat.
Dante's blue eyes closed, allowing her to do that, enjoying it, finding the slit between her legs with his searching fingers, moist with the wetness she'd already developed for him, stroking it back and forth slowly with the sensation of her body tensing against his again, the sound of her aroused gasp of air against his throat.
"Mmm, was thinking about how life's not fair," he told her in answer to her question.
"Dante," she gasped out, his fingers slipping back and forth across her sensitive slit in a tease, making her barely able to understand what he was saying to her. She'd started throbbing, and she told him so, "If you don't stop thinking and start moving, I'm going to explode."
"You're gonna explode when I start moving, so I guess you're pretty much screwed period, huh?"
Had it not been for Regan's reeling mind, she might've scoffed at him, but not now. His fingers had finally parted the folds, and her clit was tugged on. She jerked against him and took several deep breaths as her head fell back, moaning his name somewhat pitifully because of what she wanted so badly. He pinched the sensitive button again, causing it to swell completely, and watched every movement she made beneath him intently, his own pants becoming completely unbearable with the arousal he had going now. His cock was straining against his pants, begging to be let free, and he decided in that moment that it was time to, as Regan had said, move.
Pulling his hand away, he pushed himself back, moving away from the aroused female for only a brief moment adding, "Yeah, it's unfair that I don't get to taste you, Regan, but you got a taste of me. Anyone ever do that to you?"
Breathing heavily, Regan narrowed her brows, lifting her head up when she felt his mouth at her naval, and registering the word 'taste' with where his mouth was now, she pushed herself up a bit and told him, "No, Dante, it's completely fair, I did what I did because I wanted to."
Apparently she'd gotten her mind back, he thought with a huge, cocky grin. "And it's only fair that I get to do the same." His lips moved lower. He felt her abdomen tense and kissed her there again, his fingers hooking into her thighs to keep them where they were, apart and stationary, just like he wanted. Dante loved feeling a woman squirm against him when he gave it to her, and when it was because of his mouth, it became that much better. The events of two days ago had left an air of need around them both, the need to completely satisfy themselves, and he was ready to get that taste out of his mouth with something new. "It's only fair that you're made to be completely wet and hot for me."
"I already am," she whispered breathlessly, seeing his face now hovering over her female mound, and a wave of embarrassment as he admired her so closely washed over her body and prevented her from looking at him. She wanted to reached down and cover herself, but she didn't want to get caught in some kind of erotic game with him involving her fingers, kept trying to close her legs against his hands, but he was just too strong for her. She ended up gripping the blanket she was laying on and clutching her fingers into it. "Stop," she rasped out meekly.
"Not enough," he replied immediately after her words, admiring the pink skin between her legs where he wanted to roll his tongue and drive her crazy. "Damn, pussies nice and pink, favorite color on a womans body." Dante had constantly thought pink was horrendous, but the best damned color around when it came to sex. "Can't wait to shove my tongue in there and make it blush."
Regan's heart was hammering, and she tried to move her hips again, the knowledge of how he was admiring her on top of the added stimulation of words he was saying to her making her go crazy. "Dante, please stop staring at me!" She bit her lip.
"Why? I wanna get a good look at it before I make a mess out of it. It's nice and pretty, and deserves to be shown off first."
Her voice was an aching moan when she drew his name out, begging him as she felt his breath against her inner thigh, his mouth drawing up her leg, then back down, tantalizing her muscles into tensing again, her fingers having taken his as he gripped her leg. He slipped his own hand against hers and held it in the same place against her thigh tightly, saying as he drew his mouth down against the shaved skin slowly, "Don't worry, baby, you won't explode until I want you to."
Regan had no idea what the fuck he'd just told her. He'd brushed his lips and his tongue down against her slit and back up, allowing himself to taste the sugary sweetness causing her skin to glisten now, and he felt her body tensing again, her muscles contracting involuntarily between her legs as his tongue pressed between her lips and just inside of her, wrenching a gasp from her as she arched her back. The warm muscle slowly pressed more deeply inside of her, the tightness of her untried sheath not going unnoticed as he drew more wetness out of her to use against her.
He worked his slick muscle in and out of her, just teasing her, wanting to feel her writhing, avoiding her clit for the moment just to make it that much better whenever he actually did start paying immense attention to it. Already she was becoming insatiable, gasping and making a loud moan, erotically trying to move her hips against him. In and out his tongue went, his hands tightening their grip around her as he stabbed her, shoved it inside of her as he'd said he wanted to, and surely enough, the result was a deep blush.
"Dante," she pushed herself up onto her elbows trying to get his attention, lifting her hips if she could, parting her lips to go on, but he changed his game plan. His tongue finally rolled up, sliding around the aching, swollen clit she possessed which his nose had kept in a constant state of torment only a few moments before, brushing it teasingly, keeping it straining for more, yet not giving it enough to cause her to really scream the way he wanted her to. His hot tongue finally rolled up and around it, his lips closing on it, and when that happened, Regan forgot what the hell she wanted. She fell onto one elbow, making a heated cry of pleasure, arching her breasts into the air as he looked up at her. Best sight in the world. Not even a king had that kind of view.
He sucked on her clit tightly, flicking it relentlessly before rubbing his tongue slowly around and into it in circles, and it didn't take her much at all. She'd already started bucking against him, but Dante felt it was way too soon, after all, he'd only just started literally. He pulled his mouth away from the throbbing button, having already pulled his own pants open since he'd been down that way, and looked up at her, "Make ya hot, does it?"
Regans eyes opened at the smartassed question, and she made a low groan in the back of her throat, almost gasping for air as she looked down at him. Her eyes meeting his, she narrowed her brows and tried to think of something to say, but she couldn't think of one damned thing, except to sputter his name once or twice.
"Thought so," he told her before he slowly allowed his tongue to rub against her clit with a hard stroke, making sure she could feel every inch of it. Her heart was thundering, and she could only stay still due to his hands against her thighs. She'd managed to bring herself to her own orgasm before, but damned if it'd ever felt this good at all. She had a white knuckled grip on the sheets she refused to let go of, and her muscles spasmed hard as she made weak cries of his name.
It hit her like a hard bolt of lightening, and she nearly lost control of herself, felt his grip on her thighs tightening as a gush of wetness seeped from her, and she rocked her hips hard, almost grinding them against his mouth. She heard, somehow, his own moans amongst her intense cries of pleasure, until what seemed like at long last her orgasm died down and left her brain in a pile of mush. She panted and laid there against the mattress limply, whimpering slightly, feeling the oddest sense of desiring more even though she'd just gotten off.
Now that she was as wet as she was ever going to get definitely, Dante didn't think it would hurt her as badly as it did most virgins their first time. But he was content to just lean up her body slowly, dragging kisses from her navel on up, his legs now wedged between hers as he met his lips to hers and kissed her slowly. She drunkenly placed her hands up on his shoulders and murmured into the kiss, still reeling from all of the sensations, the way he felt pressed against her. It felt kinda like being drunk but without the alcoholic buzz, she considered for a moment.
Parting his lips from hers after a few moments, he asked her, "Still conscious?"
"Huh?"
"Guess not," he replied softly, smirking as he kissed her once more. "Ready for more?"
"I don't think I can take anymore," she whispered on a groan.
"Sure you can, sweetheart," he said as he rolled onto his side a bit, resting his mouth against her temple, his hand moving between her thighs again in order to rub his fingers against her nether lips. "Fucking soaked," he groaned when he felt the slickness there, rubbing around her entrance in circles, feeling her body stiffening once again. "You like that?"
Regan was clutching his arm, her eyes squeezed shut, and she nodded her head, biting her bottom lip. She almost felt that was all she could do.
"Want more?"
The way she was trying to rub up against him spoke volumes to him, but he asked anyway. Pushing his fingers inside of her, feeling the tight stretch, she got still and hid her face, panting her breath across his shoulder. It didn't hurt as much as she expected it too, and without even thinking about it, her own hand had snaked down to grasp his cock between her fingers.
"Do you?" She asked him in reply.
"Fuck yes," he murmured as she squeezed his flesh, made him turn his head to find her mouth and kiss it hotly, adding a slow drag and pull of his fingers inside of her. When she moaned against his mouth, whined a bit into it, he stopped his movements and just ground his fingers against her, making her tense again with pleasure, knowing he might've caused her a bit of discomfort with his previous movements.
Staying locked in the kiss, pulling his hand away however, the reason being that he wouldn't last long if she continued stroking the massive erection he was currently sporting, he moved his hips between her spread thighs and finally stopped their kissing slowly in order to look down at her. He could feel the warmth of her dripping sex pressed against his hard phallus, and she was still squirming slightly beneath him, opening her eyes to look up at him. Apparently she was a slight bit disappointed about it, which made him smirk a bit in a cocky manner.
"Why'd you stop?" She asked breathlessly.
"Just admiring you," he replied, "thinkin' about how pretty you're gonna be when you find out how good I'm really gonna make you feel."
He'd started grinding his hips back and forth as he said that, slipping his hard length against her throbbing pussy slowly, making her reach down to grab him, "Dante..."
"About how loud you're gonna get..."
"Dante..."
"How many times you're gonna come."
"Damn it, please, I want you so fucking bad!"
"Yes ma'am," he groaned his reply, leaning in closer to her as he pushed her legs back so that her feet were in the air behind him and her legs were bent at the knees. Then he pulled his hips back down a bit and reached his hand between their bodies in order to find her entrance more easily.
Regan couldn't stop panting, thinking about how much she wanted him, or worrying she wasn't going to be any good at this, but when she felt him begin to penetrate her, everything else seemed much less than important. Frowning, she wrapped her arms around his sides tightly and whispered his name, heard him cooing a soft whisper of comfort against her ear, telling her she'd be okay, and he pushed even deeper inside of her.
Fuck if he wasn't huge. She could feel the pain threatening her the deeper he went, but it wasn't anything she didn't feel was something she couldn't handle. There was also another feeling there she'd never experienced before, and she wanted to know more about what it was like. So she asked him not to stop.
Until he suddenly surged forth completely.
That's when she'd changed her mind. Knowing what had happened, knowing she'd just lost her physical innocence and that's he'd torn her open a bit, she felt a tear stream down her cheek just from the shock of it, and she tensed up against him, having made a soft cry of shock. Following the cry were the words, "Oh fuck, you killed it!"
The randomness of the words actually caught Dante off guard. He was so damned encompassed by how extremely fucking tight she was, squeezing him like a goddamned glove, when he heard her saying he'd killed something, and while it didn't snap him out of his euphoria over the sensations he was having in that moment, it did get him to say, "That's what I do, kill things, hymen's included." He only wondered, for as long as his bloodless brain would allow him to, if her slightly nonsensical words had also been because her own brain wasn't capable of operating on all cylinders in that moment.
"Stop, it hurts."
"I won't move, baby," Dante murmured against her ear, then nibbled on it, "just stay still, trust me."
Trust me. The words hit a chord with her, something she didn't really think much about, but she did trust him, had for the longest time now, and knew she'd been right to do so. She trusted him completely, nodded her head slowly, and reached up to wipe her eyes, laying back against the pillows. She couldn't help but trust him, not anymore anyway. He was one of the few good things she had left, and looking up at him now, she felt she was in completely good hands. Even if the man was a horny bastard, that just meant he probably knew what he was doing pretty damned well.
When Dante saw her wiping her eyes, knowing he'd hurt her, watched her as the firelight danced and flickered off of the both of their bodies, he told her, "I'm sorry, Regan, I know it hurt."
"Well," she whispered back softly, "you're not exactly a small guy, you know."
"Always thought I was a bit over endowed."
"No arguments here."
Dante smirked, hovering just over her face, a smirk she was returning to him now despite her tears, and she took a deep breath and lifted her legs a bit to try and get more comfortable, kissing the tip of his nose. "It doesn't hurt so bad anymore though," she whispered, "feels weird actually."
She wasn't used to it, and Dante kissed her lips before she could say anything else, not wanting to break through her current haze which he could see easily in her green eyes. When she'd lifted her legs and shifted, he'd tried to keep himself from moving, the slight sparks she was causing by moving her body starting to set him off. But when she said it didn't hurt anymore, he didn't feel so inclined to wait any longer.
Thankfully.
His hips pulled back slowly as his lips parted from hers and he pushed slowly inside of her again, watching her face, testing the waters. Her brows were narrowed, eyes shut, she looked like she might've been in pain, but it was hard to tell. So until he got a verbal complaint, he continued. Fuck if she didn't feel so damned good he could go crazy either, pushing inside of her, a slow in and out drag, the tight walls of her body slipping and sliding over him with a very wet stretch. He couldn't help but make a low groan in the back of his throat over it. At the end of the sound he made however, he heard a more feminine sound, and realized she'd made a slight whimper.
Must not hurt much at all anymore, or at least, the pain was now being warred with by the pleasure she was starting to feel. He didn't stop. Instead, he leaned back a bit in order to press against her upper walls, knowing she'd like that even more, and continued with his slow thrusting.
"I'm gonna make it feel good in a minute, baby," he murmured on a breathless voice, "just wait."
Regan didn't make a response. She was clutching his shoulders as they rose and fell over her body, and she began to bite her lip. As she did, he felt the instinctive clenching of muscle her tight walls were giving him around his thrusting erection, and as a result, heard her surprised gasp and grunt of effort in order to hold her muscles there. That was the best sign he'd gotten all night long. Green light.
"That's right," he groaned and started to push his hips harder, "more?"
"Uh huh," she whispered softly, "harder, it's..."
"Big?"
"Huge," she whimpered, "do it again."
"Fuck," Dante breathed out just before he settled most of his weight on his elbow by her head, then started really moving inside of her.
Regan made a sound somewhere between a whimper and a gasp when he did that, clutched her arms around his sides and his back, her body arching beneath him. Every time he moved in her, he hit something deep inside of her that she could tell was sensitive, making her feel so damned good, and the pain she felt was becoming a dull ache, but she wasn't focusing on it. Instead, she was trying to listen to anything he said, any sounds he made, the pleasure she was actually managing to get from his invasion, and especially the way he'd leaned down to suck his lips against one of her nipples.
Dante pressed his hand down between her legs, and heard her asking him, "Talk to me."
"Why's that?" Not that he had a problem at all, just that he was curious.
"I wanna hear your–," she gasped because he'd started rubbing her clit in slow, hard circles, "voice!"
"Do you?"
"Yes," she nodded, lifted her legs and made a low whine, "please?" She didn't even know what they were talking about anymore.
"Then maybe I need to tell you how fucking tight you are, or wet. How I'm not gonna let you get away with only doing this with me once, I'm gonna drag you into bed until it doesn't hurt anymore and all you can feel is the good shit."
"This...," she gasped, "isn't the good shit? Oh! Don't stop!"
"Mmm, nope, otherwise you'd be screaming already."
Regan had started panting, and he felt her clamping down around his cock, watched her gritting her teeth against the white hot pleasure she was starting to feel. She'd began chanting words to him over and over again as well, mostly just cussing or begging, but at one point, she told him, "You feel so fucking good!" It was at that point in which Dante slowed to a stop. Regan's eyes came open, and she stared up at him, taking several deep, heavy breaths, about to ask him why he'd stopped as he moved to sit back, demand him not to, but she was cut off as, with her legs over his arms and his hands planted beneath her ass, he started plowing into her.
The pain came back, but fuck if she cared. She suddenly made a much louder cry as she could hear the slapping of skin from between her thighs, her body rocking against his though the mattress that was planted on the floor was stationary without a frame to rock it on. She gripped the pillows behind her head, heard him telling her to play with herself, and she was way too far gone to want to fight him over it, no matter how embarrassing it was to her, pushing her fingers down her stomach. They reached the junction of her thighs, her hyper sensitive clit, and she stroked it slowly, glancing up for a moment to see him watching her, his eyes seeming to stand out in the slight darkness, reflecting the flickering firelight. He was completely handsome, and she couldn't get over it, thought she could probably stare at him all night long. But she felt something welling up within her and she could barely stay still anymore, continuously bucking her hips.
"That's it," Dante knew she was about to come, and he wanted her to, knew it would be difficult for her first time to get there, but he was pretty sure he could tell she was close. "Come on baby, ah fuck!"
He was about to come himself. She just felt so damned good he couldn't stand it, and he let go of her ass with one hand in order to reach between her thighs and push her fingers back and forth against her own clit faster and harder. Regan cried his name as she tore her free hand against the sheets, making another cry of pleasure as she started exploding all over his hard, thrusting prick.
"Ohh! Fuck! Dante! Don't stop!"
"The fuck I will...uuhhh!"
They both started coming together. As the hard waves of pleasure drew over them, Regan sat up and she grabbed Dante tightly, letting his arms wrap around her in turn, letting them both fall back against the mattress. Their movements became still and sated after what seemed like an hour of being completely uncontrollable due to the intense pleasure they'd experienced like that, holding onto each other. Regan was lost to the euphoria of it all, and Dante simply basked in the aftermath of their hard orgasms with a harsh grunt of approval. Continuing to pant and try to catch their breaths, he pushed himself over onto his side and then laid on his back.
Regan rolled with him, her face situated just above his, and Dante watched her quietly for a moment, reaching up and wiping her cheek, "Did I hurt you again?"
Slowly, she began to shake her head no, realizing she'd started to cry again. "I just didn't expect it to feel that good even though it hurt too."
He nodded his understanding to her, had actually heard that before from other women, pushing her hair to the side and over her shoulder as he thought about it. She continued to stare down at him for a moment and then she leaned in and kissed him, her forehead against his, saying, "I know I'm gonna hate myself tomorrow. I don't know how far I should've let this go honestly."
"You think too much, Regan," she heard in response, "let tomorrow happen when it gets here. If you enjoyed it then enjoy it. You know what I think your problem is?"
"What's that?" She asked, nuzzling her face against his neck, completely unoffended.
"You have too much responsibility. You worry too much about what will happen if you try to have fun."
Regan made a sound in the back of her throat that said she was either considering what he'd just told her, or agreed with him completely. "You're probably right," she looked up and leaned her head back a bit, adding, "but can I tell you something else?"
Languidly, he glanced up at her face and asked, "What's up?"
Trying not to smirk too much over his constantly laid back nature, Regan just starting telling him she felt she needed to, "I don't want tonight to be a fling. I do care about you more than I probably should. Is that what you're wanting? Just a fling?"
Dante's reply came without missing a beat. "If I can get you back into bed, I will," he smirked, then put his fingers over her mouth so she wouldn't say anything too soon, "but I know what you meant. I'll be just as honest, I'm not looking to settle down or anything, but I don't want to just say 'bye babe, have a nice life' either."
His words relieved her. She tried to hide it, hoped she'd done a good job doing so, but she'd been really scared he wouldn't think that way and just tell her he was sorry but he didn't like to settle down. Which she didn't want either. She just wanted them to see how it went. She didn't think that was too much to ask, and told him so, "Then we'll see how it goes?"
"That's what I usually do."
It made sense. Regan gave him a little smile and a nod, glad for his honesty, that she felt comfortable enough with him to be that way herself, then she rested back against his shoulder and shut her eyes. Their comfort to be honest with each other was a good thing. She honestly didn't know where next year would lie with him, next month even. It was all a big waiting game to see what would happen, and she knew that. She just wanted now to be about them. Later was, like he'd said, later. In the process, Regan just wanted to perhaps find something she could have that belonged to her and no one else.
But for now, she was really too groggy to consider it. Somehow she didn't think she would sleep though, not with what she was thinking about, which was what they'd just done together. No, tonight would be spent sleepless more than likely.
She was out like a light ten minutes later.
Regan breathed evenly as she lay on her side, her head against his shoulder, one of his arms around her back, his opposite hand on hers which rested against his chest. It'd been a few hours since they'd slept together. She had to be asleep, he thought to himself, coming close to it again as well, having dozed off earlier only to wake up again and have to go use the bathroom. Now it was getting to be morning time outside, and he was just thinking about how he always, somehow, seemed to sleep during the daytime even on occasions when he'd actually tried to sleep at night. He guessed he would always be a night owl.
Damned good night though, he thought to himself. Really damned good. Of course, it was never what a virgin would call her best time, being her very first time as that night had been Regan's, especially not with a guy who actually had an average length or width if not better, because it was always a pretty damned big certainty that it would hurt. Dante had been with a few virgins before, and had never met one, didn't think he ever would either, who hadn't at least cried a slight bit or wanted him to stop for a few minutes after he'd taken her physical virginity. But just because this hadn't been the best sexual encounter ever didn't tell him it was a bad thing.
On the contrary, it told him it would only get better.
But he liked them, now that he thought about it, he liked virgins. They were cute when they were trying to come up with ways to put the whole sex thing off, or things to get out of it. Unless they were an eager virgin, and then they were just fucking cute when they discovered how it felt. On the other hand, an experienced woman knew what the hell she was doing. Dante knew he was tired to be considering all of this kind of crap. So he just closed his eyes in order to go to a beach where both kinds of women were waiting for him, and he could have a strawberry sundae, and relax. Best damned way to get to sleep, that was for sure.
But as he continued to head off into dream land, he just saw one woman there, deep blood red hair, and it was actually pretty nice. They ended up rubbing suntan lotion on one another until the sun went down when they then shared a couple margaritas.
Not his average dream, but it was definitely a good one.