Upside Down

Chapter Six

A week had passed since the incident in the kitchen and Valentina was still feeling the effects of what the platinum haired demon hunter did to her. Any time her mind would wander, it would always make its way to that day. During the night she would wake up from a very heated dream, being forced to leave the room so as to deter herself from acting on her carnal need for Dante.

Little did she know that he was going through the same thing she was. Dante's demonic side was going crazy and demanding he take Valentina. And it didn't help when he would wake up in the middle of the night and smell her arousal. He would lay there trying to fight of his need before she finally woke up and left the room. He would never say anything to her when she would wake though, part of him wanted to give her some dignity in matter.

For the moment, Valentina was down at the shop and Dante was home by himself. He tried to read his magazine but his mind wouldn't let him focus on anything but her. His body was tense from trying to keep his thoughts clean. Twenty minutes later he gave up on the magazine. With a growl he tossed it to the side and decided to take a shower to try and relax.

He headed for the bathroom and started the shower. He shed his clothes and stepped under the spray. The cold water instantly chased any unwanted thoughts away. He stood under the cold water for a few moments before turning the water to hot. Bracing himself against the wall with one of his arms, he stood under the hot spray, feeling his body relax.

He stood under the water, taking deep breaths, his eyes clothes. That's when the thoughts started to creep into his mind. He tried to fight them but he couldn't. Scenes from the other day crept into his mind and became more intense as the seconds went by. Slowly the thoughts turned from the day in the kitchen to a night unknown with the two of them in bed...

He became rock hard as his mind imagined him kissing her any where his lips could reach. She moaned, whimpering his name... He tried to fight the images but they just simply grew stronger and more intense... He was laying on the bed as she slowly licked his rock hard member. He couldn't help the moan that fell from his lips.... Dante wrapped a hand around himself and began to pump himself, not being able to fight the thoughts any more...Soon he was buried deep inside her, slowly thrusting in and out of her as she moaned and dug her nails into his back. He lowered his head to one of her breasts, swirling his tongue around the hard pink nub...Dante gritted his teeth, pumping himself even harder...She was so warm and soft. His demonic side purred with pleasure and he thrust deeper and harder into the heat underneath him...Dante could feel himself coming close to his climax and growled...Valentina moaned and cried out his name. He could feel her walls beginning to contract around him and knew she was close to the brink. He thrust into her deeper and harder. A few seconds later she went over the edge, “Dante!!”...He gave his own cry of pleasure as he came. His member twitched as waves of pleasure washed over him.

He was breathing heavy and barely able to hold himself up, his heart pounded hard in his chest. When he finally got his breathing and heart under control, he washed himself off. When he was done he shut the water off and pulled back the currant and stood there shocked as he came face to face with an equally shocked Valentina.

She licked her lips, “S-sorry, I just-” She couldn't finish her sentence. She took one last look at Dante and bolted out of the bathroom. Dante just stood where he was, his mind swirling with confusion and his recent orgasm. Faintly he wondered how long she had been standing there.

Valentina stood at the kitchen sink taking deep breaths. She had come home early from the shop, Mable knew her mind was some where else and with some gentle poking, Valentina confessed that something had taken place between Dante and herself a few days ago. She heard Mable give a laugh as her cheeks went beet red.

“Oh dearie, you remind me of myself when I was you're age. There was a man I was quite fond of myself...anyway, go home. If your mind is on him, you can't help me much until you can focus,” Mable said. Valentina was about to protest but Mable wouldn't here it. “No, child, go home and don't come back until you two work this out.”

Valentina looked at her in total shock for a few moments before smiling and giving the old lady a hug. “Thank you, Mable.”

Mable hugged her back, “Any time dearie.”

Valentina practically ran home, wanting to see Dante, wanting to be kissed by his hungry lips and mouth, wanting to be touched by his skilled hands. Her body started to hum with pleasure the closer she got home-no-the closer she got to Dante. When she had finally got home, she didn't see him any where, but she then caught the sound of the shower running. She decided to quick pop in and let him know she was home early.

But just as she opened the door and stepped in, she heard him give a cry. She froze at the sound, she knew that he had given no ordinary cry. She regained her thoughts and made to move, but it was too late, the shower curtain opened to reveal a very wet and very naked Dante. She tried to give an apology, but her words stuck in her throat. She gave him one last look and bolted.

Now she stood in the kitchen, bracing herself over the sink. She took deep breaths, trying to calm herself and clear her mind. But all she could think of is what she had walked in on. While most of her tried to clear away the memory, a small part of her wondered what he had been thinking about and hoped that it had been her. She shook her head and stared out the window. She knew that was a stupid thought and felt the sting of tears. Why would he think of her in that way? She was highly certain he'd had women who pretty much sex goddesses. There was nothing special about her so there would be no reason for him to see her the way part her hoped he did. She felt the tears start to roll slowly down her cheeks. She sniffled and gave a quiet sob. No, he would never think of her that way. The other day in the kitchen was him simply showing her that in the end he had power of her.

“Hey princess, you alright?” Dante's voice broke into her thoughts.

“I-I'm fine,” she tried to keep her voice calm and level, but it cracked as more tears spilled.

Dante gave a growl, “Like hell you are. Look at me.” Valentina shook her head. He gave another growl and stormed over to her. He grabbed her and spun her around. He looked into her eyes and saw rejection and self doubt. Some how he knew what was going through her mind and it pissed him off. “What the hell are you crying for?” She lowered her eyes and was silent for a moment. When she started to answer, she told him that she wasn't any thing special and she would understand if all that had happened so far was just a game for him. Listening to her, he snapped.

“Where the fuck did you get these crazy thoughts? Look at me, damn it!” She slowly looked up. Her eyes met his and she could see his anger burning on the surface, but under that, she could see the same carnal need she saw the other day. Suddenly he grabbed her hand placed it on his now jean covered, rock hard cock. Shock filled her and she looked back up at him. “Now tell me I don't want you. Tell me I won't kill any bastard that tries to lay his hands on you. Tell me I don't want to make you mine.” He then lowered his head to her's, their lips almost touching, and growled, “Tell me I don't want to fuck you until you scream my name!”

Before she could say or do anything, Dante engaged her in a rough, possessive kiss that instantly made Valentina's legs give way. Dante wrapped his arms around her keeping her from falling. She brought her hands up to rest on his shoulders as his tongue demanded entry to her mouth. She complied and gave a whimper as his tongue met her's.

Dante was satisfied with her submissiveness and softened the kiss, no longer seeing the need for as much force. The kiss went on for some time, their tongues dancing around each other, Valentina gave another whimper and Dante tightened his hold on her. Again he became intoxicated with her taste and smell, it made him even harder. He growled and pulled her tight against his body, grinding his erection against her womanhood.

Valentina's head was swimming. She could practically taste his power and need. His kiss was leaving her weak in the knees and she knew he was the only thing keeping her up. She whimpered when his tongue invaded her mouth. She loved what he did with his tongue and wondered what else he could do with it. Suddenly, she felt him pull her tight against him and grind himself against her. She broke the kiss and groaned.

Dante attacked her neck, continuing to grind himself into her. He could smell her arousal as if she where wearing it like perfume and it sent his to great heights. His demonic side was beginning to lose control. It wanted to throw her to the floor and bury itself inside her heat. He growled and abruptly stopped what he was doing.

“Dante?” She was confused when he suddenly stopped. She gave a small gasp as he scooped her up into his arms.

“We're going to bed.” That was all he said, but that was all he had to say.

There chapter six is up. Sorry it took forever, but working grave yard had really put a strain on my body and then I've been getting sick so when I wasn't working, i was sleeping. Anyway, let me know what you think. Ciao!!