Warning! Mature content.
"You are very happy to see me," Ophelia said, teasing Dante about his state. "Were you like this before you reached our bedchamber, or finally seeing me do this to you?"
Ophelia leaned forward and kissed Dante on his shoulder. She picked up the rag and wiped his body, but her attention wasn't just to clean him. She used it as a reason to touch all over his body.
Ophelia bit at Dante's neck, punishing him a bit for taking so long to return home. She licked where she marked him, soothing the pain with her tongue, but to Dante it was hardly pain.
Dante stayed still, allowing Ophelia to have her way with him. She was moving painstakingly slow, but he dared not tell her to act faster.
"Did I wrong you in some way? Why am I being bitten?" Dante asked, grimacing when Ophelia bit into his skin longer than needed.
"You didn't write to me," Ophelia responded. For that, he deserved to be bitten a little.
