Page 43 of Dirty Behavior

Fuck.

I loved her determination, her strength and admiration to see this through till the end. She was so strong that I couldn't help but look up to her. While her life had been consumed before her very own eyes, she was still able to find the ability to get up, to move on.

Ivy had seen the worst side of human nature. The greed, the darkness, the single desire one compulsion could drive.

And after all she had been through, she was still able to smile, she was still able to let someone else in. That said a lot about who she was. It drove my need to keep her smiling, to keep her happy, to give her the life she deserved.

But that meant she had to listen to me. Her safety came first before anything else.

“You have to promise me you'll stay here. I know you wanted to help, but not now. There's no way we can risk it.”

“I know.” Her face pressed against my cheek as she leaned into my chest.

“I love you too much to put you in danger.” Rubbing my thumb across her chin, I tilted her face up. “You're mine, this baby is mine. . .” Staring into her eyes, I let my lips brush hers. “And I'd do anything for you.”

Her breath was warm as it polished my cheek. Her lips soft and dewy as she licked them slowly. “I love you.”

My fingers found her neck, caressing her throat. There was something about her skin, her face, her scent that changed. Knowing she was carrying my child flooded my senses with a raw desire. It was primal, the urge to reclaim her body and feel the woman she had become surged through my chest like the fresh spark of a new fire.

I kissed her softly, licking her lips and tasting this new, sweet version of my woman. Our tongues slipped around each other, eager and feverish. Her skin was hot, turning from pink to red as I laid her down on her back.

My hands kept moving, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples. The hardened beads thickened, goosebumps flurried over her body as her back arched and her mouth sang the notes to my heart.

My chest was heaving, contracting and working so hard to keep the air flowing in. I couldn't explain in words the feelings that were running through me right then.

I was in love. I was forever connected to this woman by more then just words.

Ivy was my strength, she was the blood that ran through my veins, and the oxygen that kept me alive.

She was my everything.

My fingertips trickled over her stomach, gently cupping where our baby was. “I love you so much.” Whispering to Ivy, I kept my eyes on her belly.

I felt her nails spear through my hair, gripping the roots and holding on tight. “I love you too.” Our eyes connected, hers sparkling like the crisp burst of fireworks.

Sliding her pants over her thighs, I kissed every inch of her skin as it broke free. The sweet musk of her wet pussy sent my cock into a frenzy. I needed her, I had to feel her.

I never thought the idea of a woman carrying my child could be as erotic as it was. I felt feral, lost in her scent, lost in her eyes and body. My dick was rock solid, swelling and aching to be inside her.

Ivy's thighs opened wide, her hands tugging and coiling into my hair. Gripping her thighs, I planted light kisses up the tender skin. I didn't notice her scars anymore, they had disappeared completely. They became invisible to my eyes.

Because Ivy didn't belong to anyone but me.

Pulling my cock out, I teased her soaked entrance, sliding the tip up and down over her clit. Her moan was drawn out, highlighted in need.

Ivy's body lurched up, her back bending as her head rolled to the side. “Take me, Dante, take me and show me I'm yours.” Biting her lower lip, her lashes fluttered.

“You are mine and nothing will ever change that.” My hands gripped her possessively as I let the unhinged beats of my heart parade through my chest. “You are always going to be mine.” I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this woman, I couldn't imagine myself without her. I didn't want to.

Holding her hips, I snapped my waist forward, splitting her wide open. My cock disappeared inside her, her pussy instantly clenching around my length. My angel in the flesh glowed, her skin flushed, chest lifting rapidly.

Thrusting in and out, I kept my pace steady. Our bodies moved together, her pussy milking my cock with each pump. She was so wet, dripping in silk and melting in gold.

I felt her legs start to shake, thighs folding up and clasping around my waist. She was close, so close to going over the edge. Faster and faster I threw my cock inside her, my balls tightened, tingles igniting in my lower belly.

Her muscles tensed up as she dug her nails into my back and screamed. Her hot pussy convulsed, pulsing and tightening around my cock. I felt the release as it happened, my dick throbbed, shooting my juice deep inside her. We had already created life, but right then. . .

We created forever.

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