Chapter 60
Danta and Elra a found a small abandoned cabin deep in the forest. Dante, exhausted, slumps against the wooden wall as Elara helps him sit
“You’re losing too much blood,” she mutters, pressing a hand to his chest to steady him.
Dante lets out a low chuckle despite the pain. “If you wanted to put your hands on me, you could have just asked.
Elara glares at him but doesn’t pull away. Instead, she straddles his lap, pressing down to keep him still as she yanks his shirt open, revealing his bloodied skin.
Dante inhales sharply, but his smirk never fades. “Careful, wife. If you keep sitting on me like this, I might forget I’m injured.”
Elara, pauses, realizing their position, but before she can move, Dante grips her hips, holding her in place.
found her wrist, pulling her
“Where do you think you’re going?” Dante murmured darkly, his heated gaze locking onto hers. His fingers tightened around closer. “You started something now finish the job like a good girl.”
That damn cocky smirk.
Elara narrowed her eyes. “Pervert.”
Dante arched a brow, amusement flickering in his stormy gaze. “I was talking about the bullet in my shoulder, amor,” He let out a low chuckle before tilting his head, watching her reaction closely. Then, his smirk widened into something even more wicked.
“What did you think I meant, my little wife?”
Elara’s face burned; she dug her fingers into his shoulder, right over his wound.
Dante hissed.
“Careful, my wild kinen.” His voice dropped lower, more dangerous. “Unless you want me to forget I’m injured and show you exactly what a pervert does His grip on her waist tightened.
Her breath hitched. Damn him.
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Elara examined Dante’s wounds, her fingers skimmed the bloodied skin around his shoulder. The water had washed away the deep gash was still oozing a little, the bullet buried too deep.
“I don’t think I can get the bullet out. It’s too deep”
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Dante ryed her up and down. She was sitting on his lap, her dress soaked and clinging to her curves, leaving little to the imagination. Every her was visible, the rise and fall of her chest, the soft swell of her thighs against his,
His lips curled. “You can” He said, his free hand sliding to her thigh, his fingers tracing the wet fabric clinging to her skin, before he pulled out her
“Lluven’t done something like this before.”“
“It’s okay follow my guidance,” He said, staring straight into her eyes.
“it will be very painful” She wasn’t scared of blood. She feared hurting him.
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“You’ve hun me before, wife,” he murmured, his breath fanning over her cheek. “What’s one more time!” She remembered the way she cut his neck open when they first met and all those slaps and tights.
That was different,” she murmured.
Dante chuckled, raising his uninjured hand, he reached for her. His fingers brushed against her check, then moved to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Gently
The bullet has already been in my skin for several hours,” he murmured. “If we keep waiting, it could infect the area, and I’ll die of infection before
Elara’s eyes widen “Oh”
So, why don’t you be a good wife and help your dangerously handsome husband before he dies? Elara rolled her eyes and then took his shirt.
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rolled it into a ball before giving it to him.
“Here,” she said, thrusting it toward him. “If the pain gets too much, bite on it.” Dante arched a brow, glancing between the shirt and her. Before he slowly gave his sinful smirk.
“Don’t worry about that,” he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. He leaned in suddenly, pulling her even closer to himself. Elara froze, her breath hitching as the heat of his body seeped into hers,
“You’ll be distraction enough, linle wife,” he rasped.
Her stomach twisted. “I–I’m taking the damn bullet out,” she snapped, glaring at him, trying to mask the way her flushed self.
But Dante? That bastard had the audacity to look even more amused. His breath fanned over her chest, too close, far too close. Elara’s eyes widened as she caught the wicked glint in his gaze as he kissed her on her chothed nipples. Making them instantly hard. The knife fell from her hand as he bit back her moans. When she came back to her senses, she tried to push bim away
“You—”
Before she could his arm moved, and
Smack
sharp sting shot through her body. Elara gasped. He just Her head snapped down, lips parting in sheer disbelief.
“Did you jusE
“Don’t be a bad girl, Elara, Dante murmured, his tone was commanding. His fingers flexed against her waist, anchoring her in place.
1 haven’t forgotten all those slaps you gave me,” he mused darkly. “And I always return favors in my own way.”
She bares her lip while glaring at him as he picks up the knife and places it in her palm
Elara swallowed “A–alright, okay, fine. What should I do first!”
First, take a deep breath.” She did as he told her. “I know you can do it. Don’t doute yourself. hmm” She nodded her head.
Words my wife”
“Okay”
Due called. * Press your fingers against the wound. Feel where the bullet is lodged” Elara hesitated, then obeyed, her fingers pressing against the for Besh. His body tensed instantly beneath her touch.
“Deeper,” he ordered.
She pressed harder, her fingertips ghosting over the embedded bullet. Dante sicked in a sharp breath through clenched teeth.
“Found it,” she murmured,
“Good.” His voice was tight “Now, use the knife. Cut a linle more to widen the opening”
he tom skin
Clara’s stomach churned, but she did as told, her hands steady as she sliced carefully through the torn
Dante’s jaw ticked. “The pain must be unbearable. She thought.
Then, suddenly, he moved, and before she could react, his head dipped, his forehead pressing buo her chest. Elara stilled, her heart slamuning against her ribs.
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“Keep going,” be gritted out, his breath hot against her skin, his body taut beneath her.
Her throat bobbed. Focus Elara Porn.
She took a deep breath, ignoring the warmth of his face nestled between her breasts, and carefully sad the tip of the blade deeper, trying to pry the
Dunte let out a guttural groun. His fingers thig into her hips, gripping her tightly. Elara hesitated, her hands shaking slightly.
“Almost there,” she whispered, concentrating
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Dante let out a sharp láss, his grip tiglitening almost painfully. His lips found her nipple.
Talaric, the sensation was electric. Elana sucked in a breath, her entire booly jodning.
- op. His lips closed around the hardened peak, lot, wet, and entirely too much, his tongue licking against the sensitive bud.
Elara’s breaths hitched. Her body betrayed her. A sanall somet, sanctising between a grand a man, escaped before she could stop it.
No No No
She hit her lip hard, forcing
teeth sinking bato her nipple
I to concentrate. He was in pain. Ser twisted the knife slightly, trying to hook the haller. Tante groaned again, his
A jolt of windir–hot pleasure–pain shop through her. Eara’s leady trembled,
Her hands slipped, the knife almost clattering from her grasp,
“Danie ‘ she choked out. His lips released her only to press a lingering, sinful kiss against the spot he just bit. “Fuck,” he groaned against her chest,
Elara was going to lose her goddamn mind.
Shir squeezeil her eyes slam, intuling, sharply, forcing herself to ignore the pulsing heat pooling in her stomach.
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