It was always rude to do that when you weren't sure the other party was cool with it. Especially when you had supernatural strength.

Dante slid his hand into her hair in earnest. His breathing was starting to run ragged, and he gave up on look in favor of letting his head hit the pillow with a thump. He muttered a handful of colorful expletives while he was at it.

Ah, there was that nice brain fog. C'mere.