The dry straw rustled beneath Aria's back, rough and prickly, yet incomparable to the dizzying chaos in her mind. Dante's arms were like steel clamps, pinning her down. His kiss wasn't just an act of possession, but a declaration of absolute power. Aria felt the scent of smoke, sweat, and potent masculinity envelop her. She was a special agent, trained to handle any situation, but in this moment, she was utterly overwhelmed.
He released her lips, but his blazing eyes in the darkness remained fixed on her. His hand incessantly caressed Aria's face, then slid down her neck, gently squeezing where her pulse beat. "You are mine," Dante whispered, his voice hoarse, full of possessiveness, as if carving his mark onto her soul. "From the moment you set foot in this world, in this camp, you belonged to me."
Aria tried to catch her breath, her eyes locking with his, unwavering. "I may be yours in name, General. But my heart and my mind will never belong to anyone." Her resolute words were a defiance uttered at her most vulnerable.
Dante scoffed, a dangerously alluring smile on his lips. He leaned down, kissing her collarbone, inch by inch, making Aria shiver. "We shall see. Your heart and your mind, I will conquer them slowly. But tonight, your body... is the first."
His hand moved downwards, unfastening each button of Aria's uniform. Though ancient, it couldn't hide the soft curves of her body. The faint moonlight filtered through the tent flap, just enough for Dante to see her smooth, pale skin gradually revealed. His eyes deepened, like a fire blazing in the dark night.
Aria felt an electric current surge through her body as his rough hand touched her skin. Fear and anger mingled with a nameless... thrill. She tried to push him away, but the strength of a modern special agent was no match for a general accustomed to fighting to the death.
"You can't..." Aria gasped, struggling to resist, but her words were buried in Dante's next fervent kiss. He gave her no chance to refuse. The kiss grew wilder, more demanding. He crushed her lips, threading his hand into her hair, gripping the nape of her neck.
Aria felt the world spin. She was swept into a whirlwind of emotions, where subjugation and desire reigned. The rustling of straw, ragged breaths, and Dante's heavy panting filled the tent. He tore open her uniform, fully exposing her body to the moonlight.
"You are mine, Aria," Dante repeated, his voice like a curse, a fervent affirmation before he completely took her. That night, in the tent amidst the battlefield, Aria knew she had lost something most precious, not just her innocence, but also a part of her freedom. Yet, within that fierce possession, a seed of complex emotion also began to sprout, something she, a rational special agent, had never anticipated.