After the rare use of her name she could barely handle it then, a breath hitching in her throat as Dante did away with her garment. They would not be missed. She clenched her thighs around him, tormented by the clothing still worn between them, and held his face, staring down at him with a pleased twist to her lips. This was new territory; now that they had abandoned their timidity she was seeing a side of him that, well, she had to admit she rather enjoyed. What she saw was raw, animal lust; all teeth and claws with a growl that put a shiver down her spine.
On the bed she leaned back against her palms and watched him, her gaze climbing up a body of lean muscle. At his command her eyes flickered and sat up on her knees, meeting him at the edge of the bed. Violeta brushed her fingers over her dress strap, teasing it off her shoulder, and raised her eyebrows at him. "Don't I get a 'please'?" she inquired around a playful pout.