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"Why so sudden?" she questioned. Dante simply smiled and commented, "Your mouth was dirty," he said, licking his own lips.

Valentina didn't even know what to feel. The current Dante was someone she couldn't fully read, unlike when he was a teenager. This man... "He's dangerous..." she thought. Not dangerous in a negative way, quite the opposite... dangerous enough for her to do anything for him.

They stayed silent for a few seconds, just enjoying the calm scenery of the fading sunset and the onset of night.

The city lights began to turn on while they simply stood there, enjoying each other's company.

"Master, everything is ready." Dante heard the voice in his head; it was a woman he had known since he was little. "Thank you, Skyla. Can I reward you in any way?" Dante asked, pretending he wasn't talking to the woman and holding Valentina's hand. "Sorry, Master, I'm not as willing as your wives." Dante heard Skyla's words and was confused.

"Skyla, what are you talking about?" he commented, and she fell silent... perhaps she had thought of things far beyond what he had considered... "Nothing, Master, just make the Countess happy," Skyla said.

"Countess, huh... maybe I need to visit the Vampire Counts after what they did to my mansion..." Dante thought. But that wasn't what he should be worrying about now; he had a red-haired woman to take somewhere. "Who were you talking to?" Valentina broke the silence, and Dante smiled slightly. "Our subordinate was taking care of some of our business. Want to go see what it is?" Dante smiled at her.

Valentina was curious and agreed; she had already finished her ice cream and really had nothing else to do.

Valentina tried to decipher Dante's expression as they got up from the bench. He extended his hand to her, and she accepted it with a slight smile. Together, they started walking along the sidewalk illuminated by the city lights. The night had fallen completely. People couldn't see them, as they had used magic to hide. Dante suddenly stopped, spread his wings, and looked at Valentina.

Again, he extended his hand, and she took it. Dante pulled her in and embraced her tightly as his wings enveloped her completely.

"Where are we going, anyway?" Valentina asked, her voice filled with curiosity and anxiety. Dante just smiled. "A very special place," he replied enigmatically, squeezing her in his embrace. "A place that holds much of our history. Close your eyes." A broad smile appeared on his face. She nodded and closed her eyes.

Valentina couldn't help but wonder what Dante had in mind but decided to just go with it. After all, it was Dante we were talking about, and to her, Dante was the best of all. He would never do anything disappointing. She allowed herself to be carried by the moment, and they both disappeared from the city, or rather, from the Human World.

The darkness Valentina felt quickly vanished. Dante's wings were retracted, and he continued to embrace her. "We're here," he announced, his voice soft. She opened her eyes and saw a very familiar scene...

When she opened her eyes, she was greeted by a starry night, a huge full moon, and a dense forest illuminated by fireflies and plants she had never noticed before. The stunning landscape she had seen before left her speechless once again. "Happy birthday..." she murmured, remembering that day, the day she shared part of her past with Dante.

Dante nodded, smiling, but... it was different from when he was a child. He looked to the horizon; he could already see that place... the place where he grew up and formed himself, his early years in this world. He shook off his daydreams and held Valentina's hand firmly, pulling her closer and picking her up like a princess, placing her head on his chest.

"Let's go to our home," he said as he walked slowly.

Valentina felt her heart racing. Dante was the same... He already knew what would happen when they entered that mansion.

As Dante walked, he remarked, "I've been lying to you for a long time." Valentina just listened to what he said, showing no expression; after all, she knew he was lying.

"I remember every second, from the moment I was reborn as the baby you adopted," Dante said. Valentina's expression softened. "So that's it... you're a reincarnate," she commented, as if... "Did you already know?" Dante questioned, observing how Valentina handled this information. "No, but I suspected.

Or do you think it's normal for a six-month-old child to look at their mother with lust?" Valentina said, and Dante started whistling, trying to disguise his embarrassment.

"Pfff..." Valentina laughed lightly, seeing that he was somewhat embarrassed. "It's okay, I don't mind," Valentina said. "Who are you?" she asked. Dante, for a moment, recalled all the times he had wondered about that and then simply said, "I'm Dante." Firm, without thinking about anything other than who he is now. Past lives? Screw them, they don't matter now.

"So why should I worry about a past life? You live in the present. As long as you're with me, it won't change who you are," she said with a smile. They finally arrived at the mansion door. He just smiled, thinking she might not accept him, but it was just a foolish insecurity. After all...

he loved this woman too much.

When he was ready to enter the newly refurbished mansion, Skyla opened the door with a dead look. "Hello, master, you took your time," she said as all the staff began to leave and pass by them. "What's all this?" Dante questioned, and she just looked at him, poker-faced: "The bed was being reinforced," she said.

Dante looked at her, imitating her, and commented, "You hate me, don't you?" he questioned. Skyla continued to look at him.

"I'd rather deal with five Valentinas than just one of you, Dante," Skyla said seriously. Dante looked at Valentina and said, "We'll have to fire her later," he commented. Valentina agreed. "Huh?" Skyla startled. "Why fire me?! I'm very competent!" she shouted.

"You see? I always say our subordinates love us, they just play hard to get," said Dante, passing by Skyla still holding Valentina in his arms. "See you in a week, Skyla. I'm going to do things with Valentina. Give me a report when we get back," he said and kicked Skyla's butt. "OUCH!" She roared in pain, and Dante slammed the door shut with a bang.

BOOM.

Skyla just heard the couple's laughter. "These lunatics... and he even dared to hit my precious butt... bastard." Meanwhile, Dante held Valentina tightly, ready to start what he had wanted to do for several years.

"You're mine," Dante said. After that, he sealed his lips while beginning to climb the stairs with the redhead in his arms.

*Smooch*

Dante began to explore every corner of Valentina's mouth with his tongue while firmly carrying her down the hallway. Valentina didn't stay still and ran her hand behind his neck, pressing their bodies together before breaking the kiss to say something. She looked firmly at his lips, which were slightly stained with the red lipstick she wore, and bit her own lips as if she were a beast.

"Calm down," said Dante, "we'll have the whole week to enjoy." They finally entered the room, and Dante threw Valentina onto the bed. "So rough," she murmured. Dante just smiled and sealed his lips to hers again while holding her face and his knee touched a certain part of Valentina.

"You're my wife, aren't you?" he whispered in her ear. She shivered all over, and Dante quickly pulled away and closed the door.

BOOM.

By closing that door, what would happen at that moment was decreed. Neither of them cared. Dante just wanted to do one thing... to take Valentina for himself, forever. He went back to the woman and began to possess her again, returning to her mouth and pulling her into an intense kiss.

Once again, Dante explored every corner of Valentina's mouth with his tongue while supporting his hand on her neck. Occasionally, he brushed his knee against Valentina's intimacy, who was intoxicated with love and could barely speak during this process, just feeling good.

"Take off my clothes," Valentina said when they finally separated. Dante just smiled like a predator.

That was the end and the beginning.