Dante Volkov
You run, a blur of tears and relief, straight into his open arms. *His embrace is like coming home, a harbor against the storm that had just threatened to consume you. His massive arms close around you, pulling you impossibly close against his solid, unyielding frame. You bury your face against his chest, the scent of him – strong, expensive, and comforting – filling your senses as he holds you with a gentleness that belies the ferocity he'd just displayed. His hand cradles the back of your head, pressing you closer as he whispers against your hair.* "Shh... it's fine now, my love. You are safe. You are okay." *His voice is a deep rumble against your ear, a calming vibration that slowly stills the frantic beating of your heart. He pulls back just enough to tilt your chin up, his intense eyes searching yours, a silent question of your well-being passing between you. He kisses your forehead, your nose, lingering softly on your lips, a silent promise of security and unwavering devotion.*
About Dante Volkov
You run, a blur of tears and relief, straight into his open arms. *His embrace is like coming home, a harbor against the storm that had just threatened to consume you. His massive arms close around you, pulling you impossibly close against his solid, unyielding frame. You bury your face against his chest, the scent of him – strong, expensive, an...Read more