Page 7 of Dirty Behavior

I don't need anymore than that to see he what a cold-hearted bastard he was.

Drawing long strokes up and down her back, I said, “You know we can't, we need to go now.”

“How long, Dante?” Peering over her shoulder, she rubbed her eyes. “How long do we have to go on like this?”

I wish I had a solid answer to give her, but I didn't know for sure. I wanted him dead yesterday, waiting was killing me slowly inside

But I had to stay strong for her. If I crumbled, there was no doubt she would too.

Smiling, I cupped her cheek, drawing small circles over her sleepy face. “Till I know you'll never have to fear for your life again.” Kissing her gently, my lips buzzed over hers as I said, “Till I know that man can never harm you again and I get revenge for my father.”

Rolling my fingertips down her bare arm, her body shuddered. Gripping her hip, I dug my nails into her skin and squeezed. Her breath rushed out in one long wave, head falling back into the pillow.

Touching her brought me pleasure, it brought me satisfaction. The way her body danced when my hands were on her flesh was intoxicating. It was the greatest high I'd ever experienced.

I loved how Ivy would squirm, wiggle and bend to even the slightest pressure from my hands. Her arms would go limp, legs spreading naturally as if she didn't have to decide what she wanted anymore.

Because that was the truth; she wanted me, she needed me.

I loved that.

She's mine, all of her is mine.

“You know it's even harder for me to get up when you touch me like this.” Biting her lip, her eyes shined, sparking with desire.

“I can think of something else that's hard right now.” Thrusting my hips forward, I pushed my cock into the crease of her ass. “How's this for a wake up call?”

Giggling, she reached her hand around, wrapping her fingers around my length. “This is the only wake up call I want.” Moving her hand up and down slowly, she stroked my shaft. Her thumb rubbed my engorged crown, swirling around the edge and smearing the juice already seeping out.

Her skin turned hot, blushing in raspberry red. Rocking my hips back and forth, Ivy jerked my cock harder and faster. “Fuck, Princess, that feels so good.”

Moaning, she pushed her ass up, gyrating against my stomach. The heat off her pussy radiated through me, coalescing the burn even deeper into my balls. I needed her now, not later, not after we were miles from this place.

Right fucking now.

My cock was throbbing, the skin thinning as the blood rushed down and fed the muscle begging to be inside her. I couldn't think, I couldn't turn it off. Call it carnal need, call it animalistic. . .

Whatever it was, I had to end its hunger or my brain would explode.

“How do you want me?” she asked as her lids canopied and lashes batted like small angel wings. “Tell me how you want me, Dante.”

That look, that look was enough to drive me crazy. The sultry glaze, the way her lips popped open to breathe, it drove me fucking wild.

“Just like this.” The words scratched out over my tongue as I wrapped my arm around her throat and pulled her closer.

Ivy moaned, her chest lifting high, nipples pebbled and firm. Coiling my fingers around her neck, her head dropped back into the nook under my chin. Her breathing was thick, scolding the air around us.

This was all I wanted, this was all I needed to be happy. Having her tucked against me, her smooth skin bleeding life into my soul.

I fucking loved this woman.

Holding my dick, Ivy slipped it between her legs, tickling the head against her wet center. She was melting before my eyes. The perfect amount of deliciousness to send me over the edge.

Small beads of sweat burst across the satin portrait beside me, her body yearning and aching for me to take her. “Fuck, me,” she pleaded as she tempted my tip into her entrance.

“Uh, uh,” I tisked into her ear with softness. “I'll decide when I go in, I'll decide when your body's need to feel me has been enough.” Palming her breast, I nipped her neck.

Ivy swallowed hard, taking in a deep breath. Holding her still, I let my hands work over her neck, moving below her chin and steadying around her throat. “You said you wanted more time, Ivy, more time here, more time in bed. I'll give you more, but I'm going to control how much and how long.”

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