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head barely reaching his chin as the words of apology stuttered forth, “I’m so…s…sorry….Dante...”
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    He was in the pits of hell, there was no other explanation Dante decided, for the intoxicating scent that was Kira surrounded him, swirled it's way through every particle of his being, eating at him from the inside out, creating an onslaught of desire that forcefully slammed its way through, and burnt a path all the way to his cock.
    There, it set up camp, burning hot and hungry,  making him swell to uncomfortable proportions beneath the denim of his jeans with a flame of want, in truth, an ache that seemed to have gotten out of hand over the last year, having grown into this raging inferno that was nearly consuming him.
    Now, fighting for self-preservation, he quickly shoved Kira away, cursing long and expressively beneath his breath as his hand brushed across her breast, feeling the swell of the hardened, bra-less nipple against his palm.
    He was angered at how fast that affected him, how fast everything about her had always, it seemed, affected him, forcing feelings and emotions that had changed as time passed.
    Emotions that had become something beyond his power to control or understand. Feelings that had confused him five years ago when he'd first peered down into the saddest, yet the most defensive green eyes he'd ever seen, and feelings that maddened him now, for they'd grown into something else, something that was creating within him desires that swamped him with thoughts and wants he shouldn't…no, couldn't have towards her…ever. The want to be buried up to his balls inside her.
    Over the years, Kira had changed right before his eyes. Changed from the awkward, gangling child, into what stood before him today, a hot, sultry, sexier than hell, beauty, whose features as a child had only hinted at what was to come, and fulfill that prophecy they had, for they'd become perfectly formed, emphasizing eyes so intensely green they appeared like Emeralds within the rich, honey kissed tone of her face.
    A face that supported a small dainty nose above lips that curved in such a natural sexy pout they literally begged a man to plunder their sweetness, lips that were such a temptation, they tested Dante to his limit as her darkly tinted, long and lustrous hair fell in an even sweep down her back, and grazed the swell of an ass that he'd had more than one fantasy about.
    Fantasies of biting its delectable round firmness, before he'd hungrily begin running his tongue up the smooth, silky arch of her lower back, as continuing to move upward, he'd stroke the sweet flavored flesh covering her spine and shoulders before, turning her to face him, he'd wrap himself within  her long silky tresses as he pulled the torrid peak of a nipple within his mouth, feeling the pebbled hardness against his tongue as he licked and suckled its roundness.
    With a low growl, he adjusted himself as his thoughts brought about their usual results, and though he ached for her like no other woman he'd ever known, there would be no fulfillment to his need, as the fantasies were all he would ever have, all he could ever have, for he could never take what he so desired.
    However, in the wee hours of the morning, when he had no control over the internal wants of his own mind and body, he'd awaken drenched in sweat, his cock hard and throbbing, inflamed from dreams, dreams that were incredibly provocative, incredibly precise, dreams that left him aching with a need that scored him to his very soul, and more often than not, a belly coated in cum.
                  Weakend over the past month to a point he'd never been before where she was concerned, he'd fled temptation, only to find now upon his return, his desires had not lessened in the least, and needing to not only keep a physical distance from her, he now needed an emotional one as well, and allowing a scowl of distaste to spread across his features he barked, “Jesus Christ