101: His weakness and salvation

I observed as he carefully placed his weapons on the small nightstand, both prepared for action. He could never truly relax or simply be a man. Tonight, he was not only my lover but also my protector.

He was also my dominant.

In my desires.

In my training.

In my pain.

And in every moment of pleasure he chose to grant me.

In other words, he was awe-inspiring.

Standing three feet away from the bed, he stared down at me, his chest rising and falling. Although I couldn't see the darkness in his eyes, I could feel the intensity of his gaze coursing through my entire body. Another growl escaped his lips as he removed his coat and tossed it aside. He proceeded to remove his shirt, pulling it over his head and shoulders before advancing toward the bed.

"Undress. I want to see all of you," he commanded in the husky voice that I had come to adore.

Trembling, I got off the bed, struggling to unfasten the button on my jeans. These were clothes I had bought at Dante's insistence before we