Page 12 of Dirty Behavior

Biting my lip, my eyes closed as I moaned. “Fuck, Dante, you're so dirty.”

“Tell me, tell me how dirty I am.” Slipping his free hand up my shirt, he pinched my nipple, rolling it between his fingertips. “Tell me what you like.”

Grinding down, I could feel the warmth seeping down my thighs. Prickles jumped across my skin as he leaned in and bit my nipple through my shirt. “I can't hear you.”

My lips parted as I exhaled in arousal. “I like when you touch me, I like when you take me how you want and fuck me like it's your last day on earth.”

Dante lifted my shirt over my head, throwing it down hard. His lips met my stomach, planting light kisses across my belly and tender, but delirious nips up my ribs. “Keep going, tell me more.” The words fell over my skin, hot and eager.

“I love when you kiss me all over,” I said, letting out a loud gasp as he dragged his teeth over my side. “I love when you pull my hair and when you grip my throat.”

“Good girl, now let me tell you what I like.” His mouth buzzed over my breast, flicking the hardened bead with his tongue. “I like when you're body heats and I can see the sweat bead up on your skin.” Licking the skin of my chest, he moved to my other breast. Rolling my nipple between his teeth, he plucked it hard. “I like when you're eyes shut and you can't stop it, I like when you beg for my cock because your body needs it.”

“Dante,” I moaned, rolling my head in his hand. “Fuck, you turn me on.”

His fingers worked magic over my body, tearing into my hair tighter, and holding me close. “I like when your pussy is so wet it drips.” Dante's fingers tore at my pants, lifting me just enough to pull them down and slip them off my legs. “Do you know what I love the most?”

“What?” I asked, licking my lips and letting his words paint me in sin.

“I love when your body shakes and crumbles beneath me. I love when everything around us disappears and you can't find words to speak, when you can't move all because of the high I'm pushing you towards.”

Popping the button on his pants, I slipped my hand inside and pulled out his rock hard cock. Dante was engorged, his chest was firm and lifting in quick snaps. His eyes were glazed over under thinned lids.

With his hand still firmly laced in my hair, I lifted to my knees and let my juice guide him inside. Dante moaned, squeezing my roots harder. Slowly I lifted and lowered, rolling my hips and riding his length.

The air around us grew hot, our bodies warming and becoming slippery as we made love. Placing my hands on his chest, I dug my nails into his skin and held on.

Releasing my hair, Dante gripped my hips, his face set on my breasts as I bounced up and down. We didn't speak, we didn't moan.

The only sound encasing us was the angry slap of our bodies as they collided and ground together. Dante's mouth was open, his lips twitching and curling. I felt his cock thicken and throb deep inside me. Pulse after pulse, the hot come coated my insides.

Every inch of his length was buried, the thick mane of hair around the base tickled each crease and fold of my pussy. My clit pulsed as he pressed his thumb over my needy button and swirled the tender spot.

The tingles in my belly ignited like wildfire, spreading through every muscle and vein. My toes curled, fingers bending and clutching with force into Dante's chest. Melting all over his cock, my body went limp and I slumped on his shoulder.

“Holy shit, Princess, I feel great.” Running his fingers up and down my back, Dante kissed my neck.

“Incredible, that was incredible.” The words came out riding air as I tried to catch my breath. “Wow.”

“That right there,” he said, picking up my shoulders and holding me upright. “Is going to give me a big head.”

Laughing, I rolled my eyes. “You already have a big head.”

Brushing the hair from my face, Dante smiled. “You really are so beautiful.” His fingers twisted and teased the loose strands. “I'll never let anything happen to you, I hope you know that.”

My lips perched, tugging up high. “I do, I know that.”

His eyes fell to my hands, brows dipping in. “No matter what happens, don't forget.” Lifting my hand to his face, he kissed the back of my palm. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Searching his face, a worried feeling swept in and stole my heart. “Are you okay? What are you thinking?”

Letting out a forced chuckle, Dante huffed under his breath. “Nothing, it's nothing.”

“It's something, what is it?”

“Ivy, you know who I am and what my life is. There's always going to be danger and death, violence and pain. I just want you to know that no matter what, everything I did was for you.”

He was starting to scare me. Dante looked like he finally had felt his first rush of fear, like he was staring death in the face, and he had no idea what to do with it.

“Dante, I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you.”

I knew we had walked into a lions den plagued with starving animals. There was a war waiting for us. But I was more than willing to jump in.

Second thoughts. . .

I didn't have a single one.

This was for me, this was for him. . .

This was to live.

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