Ada slowly began to unbutton Vergil's shirt, her fingers tracing each button with an almost reverent delicacy. He remained motionless, letting her explore his body as if it were a rare work of art.
When she finally reached the last button, she pulled the shirt out of his pants, exposing his bare chest. Her eyes scanned his defined muscles and the scars that told stories of his past battles.
"You are so beautiful," she whispered, kissing the spot where his heart beat rapidly. "My beautiful, strong, and brave Demon King."
Vergil shuddered at her touch, but made no move to take control. He was surrendering himself completely to her hands, trusting her lead.
Ada ran her fingers down his abdomen, tracing the hard, defined lines. She could feel the tension in his muscles, the growing desire.
Then she leaned down and licked his skin, tasting the salty flavor of his skin in the golden light. Vergil let out a low moan, but still did not move.
