It is not something I have had the urge to do before. But taking her from behind like I usually do with any other woman is not even something I contemplate at this moment. It is a surprising thought to me because even with my ex-wife, I couldn’t look at her when I fucked her. That alone should have brought up red flags, but it wasn’t like either of us had a choice back then.

I lean over her and kiss her neck, my second favorite spot on her because her scent is delectable and I want to drown in it. My hand travels down her perfect body, and my fingers find her clit again, drawing small circles. I want to hear her beg for it.

I fucking love it when she begs for me.

“Tell me what you want, Annie,” I grit out, barely hanging on as she withers around underneath me, the slightest touch of my fingers setting her off again. Her need for me is a permanent fucking turn on, and as a man with very little patience, I should win a fucking award for the restraint I am showing tonight.

“I want you Dante,” she moans out, her eyes hooded as I look at her, my fingers continuing to circle her as she begins to pant for me already.

“Are you mine, Annie?” I ask her one last time, wanting to make sure she knows who she now belongs to. Because like I said, there is no going back.

“I’m yours. I am all yours, Dante,” she whispers back, looking me dead in the eye. My nostrils flare at her words, the beast in me about to unleash if she says my name again. I position myself at her entrance, my knees pushing her legs wider, and I kiss her again to keep me grounded, wanting to remember this moment, wanting it etched into my mind.

I pull back to watch her face as I begin to slide inside of her. I am moving so slowly that I think I will burst a vein, but I watch her eyes as they widen a little, and I push in a little more before I see her bite her lower lip.

“Breathe, Bella, you are so fucking tight, but you feel so fucking good,” I grit out to her, barely hanging on.

Her hands glide up and down my back before they rest on my ass and she pulls me in, telling me she is ready for more.

“Keep going. I want this so bad. I want you. Dante,” she moans on my name, her words leaving her as I push my way farther, until I am fully inside of her, and pause again.

“You good, Bella? Because you feel fucking amazing to me.” I say, about to burst a blood vessel but wanting to make sure she is alright. I am a big man, and she is tiny in comparison.