You promised Dante a massage right after he completed the task, of course he was impatient with it.

His muscle joints desired your tender soft hands and this made him be aggressive in his own way. When his chest touched the cot, the devil hunter felt a slight chill from the sheet, his body relaxed only when he felt your palms on his shoulders.

"You're so good at this, baby."

The half-demon's voice was hoarse, his cloak and shirt lay on the back of a chair that was very close. Dante lets out soft sighs of obvious pleasure, his body completely softening as you continued to massage him.

His breathing became heavier and more deeply felt your weight on his lower back. Dante gradually closed his blue eyes and his thoughts turned to jelly.