Warning! Mature content.
The bathing chamber door opened, revealing Dante carrying Ophelia in his arms to their bed. They were both soaking wet, leaving a trail of water from the tub to their bed.
Dante gently set Ophelia down on the bed and towered over her. Her laughter filled the bedchamber.
"What is so funny?" Dante asked, wanting to laugh with her.
"I told Alice that you would be tired after a long journey, but that is not the case. Somehow, you are very energetic as if you have just woken up. I have yet to decide if this is good or bad for me," Ophelia said, but she was leaning toward it being good.
Dante held Ophelia's right leg and raised it to wrap around his waist. "I assure you," Dante stopped to leave a kiss in the valley of her breasts. "It is good for you. I do not need any rest."
