Dante stiffens up at her touch, the combined sensation of her breasts pressed against his chest and her fingers tracing circles on his cheek sending him up in shivers. The heat rises to his cheeks as he gazes at his newfound lover, the one who had loved him when he had no one else, the one who was there for him when the world shut him out, the one who had pulled him out of his darkest place when his own wings failed to lift him up... it was her. The woman he loved. The woman whom he would love nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with.