Chapter Six

Fold

"Don't talk," Dante ordered as the arcane sigils began to flash white in a strobe like manner.

"Do it," Patty managed, drawing him close.

"What?"

"We can stop this..."

"You sure?"

"No … time..."

Dante ran a hand through her hair and kissed her gently, knowing she was right. It was now or never. His other hand ran up her leg and under her skirt as she trembled. Even desperate, the scent of him and his closeness, even covered in blood was terribly arousing, if not frightening. She could feel his hardness against her thigh as he pressed his body to hers. She was sure that the battle had turned him on to such a degree, but if Dante were honest, the thought of taking Patty not only amused him, but made him very hot with desire.

No words – it was too rushed. His rough hands were now hiking her skirt up and undoing his jeans. Those icy blues locked with her deeper sapphires, streaked with tears, fear and even anticipation.

"I'm sorry," he whispered into her ear, and then he took her, driving his organ into hers.

Patty arched with a soundless cry and the circle burst into white light. Dante thrust deeper into her, squeezing a wanted whimper from her injured and quivering body. The sound of demons hoarding around them could be heard, so Dante rose to his knees, bringing Patty's hips with his, still locked in a thrusting that was picking up speed.

Ebony was in one hand, Patty's pelvis in the other. Gunfire punctuated every movement, which seemed to be in slow motion. Dante pulled out and pushed in deeper, eliciting a cry of elation from both of them, devils falling dead around them as he rained death while he thoroughly eliminated Patty's purity at the same time. She heard him laughing, like he couldn't help himself. It was all a blur of pleasure and noise and chaos.

"Dante...!" she huffed as he reached places inside of her unknowable to a virgin, bringing her to a height of climax. "Dante!"

"Patty...!"

"Dante-Dante-DANTE!"

Dante let out a half shout, half laugh as he came. He threw his head back and held Patty tight against him as a low demonic moan could be heard in rage as the spell circle lost its glow and died. Patty lay trembling on Dante's chest, quiet in the aftermath of sex and battle.

The door burst open. "Dante!" Trish cried. "The seals …!"

"It's alright," he said quietly, stroking Patty's hair. "It's over."

"Dante..."

"Call an ambulance. She won't last with this much blood loss..."

Patty embraced Dante as tight as her weak limbs would allow her.

"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you..."