"Kiss me!" Dante said, his voice low but urgent, even as Dora stretched out her hands to grab the back of his neck and hurriedly pulled him toward her, their lips crashing together in a heated kiss. Her fingers tangled into his hair, desperate and trembling, as she tore at his clothes, each piece falling carelessly to the floor.
He did the same to her, his movements rough, deliberate, and hungry. Their breaths mingled between gasps as skin met skin, warmth against warmth, the sound of their hearts filling the room. Dora could feel his chest pressed against hers, the rhythm of his heartbeat thundering in sync with her own.
Then suddenly, he tore his lips from hers, his breath still hot against her cheek, and whispered into her ear, "I love you."
