Anastasia continued to pant as she sat perched on the edge of the table, unable to meet Dante's eyes yet acutely aware of his gaze on her. She doubted things between them could ever return to the way they were before, with her body tingling with warmth and her legs still shaking, drained of energy. She finally managed to utter,
"I should return to my room."
Her previous embarrassment, which had momentarily been overtaken by her craving and pleasure, had finally resurfaced, making its presence felt.
Dante, staring at her all this while, responded, "Go on, if you need to." His eyes looked alive and filled with desire, as if ready to devour her whole, savouring the lingering taste of her on his lips and tongue.
Anastasia slowly placed her feet back on the ground, and as she straightened up, she wobbled slightly, only to have Dante swiftly wrap his arm around her waist to steady her. She whispered softly, "Thank you."