“Fuck, Bella, you look perfect bouncing on my cock,” he grits out, his eyes hooded as he looks at me, before he leans forward, taking a nipple into his mouth. The move puts more pressure on my clit. I can feel my temperature rising, and my hips move faster.

“Dante, this feels soooo good,” I say to him, my hands now gripping into his hair as I continue to bounce, and my hips move faster and harder. My hair is out and falls all around me and one of his hands reaches up, grabbing it, pulling it behind me, my head naturally following.

His mouth explores my neck, licking and sucking my skin, as his other hand grips onto my ass, pulling me to meet him in our fast-paced rhythm.

“Fuck, Bella, I need you to come.” He leans back in his chair, his jaw clenched as he watches me. Both of his hands are now firmly on my hips, gripping onto my skin, moving me back and forth, and whether it is the new move, the way he watches me, or this innate feeling I have inside of me to do everything he asks of me, I feel myself beginning to lose control.

My hands grab onto his shoulders for support as I rock faster and faster until I can’t take it anymore, and I let go. His grip on my hips tightens, and he slams me down onto top of him, harder and harder, until he too lets go. His growl mixes with my scream, the two of us grabbing and pulling at the other, the raw need and want for each other growing animalistic before our movements slow and I fall onto his chest, breathless and totally sated.

His hands run up and down my bare back, his lips peppering kisses to the top of my head, and my hair falls all around me and over his hands.

“Are you feeling alright, Little Red?” he asks me, holding me close.

“Never better,” I reply, a little lightheaded. It must be all the activity from the past 24 hours, because I start to feel a little dizzy.

He pulls away from me slightly and zips up his trousers before standing up, taking me with him. My arms and legs wrap around him on instinct.

“You like to carry me around, don’t you?” I think he likes that he can just pick me up and take me anywhere.

“I look after what’s mine, Little Red.” I bury my head into him farther, thinking about his words, never having felt safer before in my life. Walking us slowly back over to the bed, he leans over and places me into the sheets. He kisses my breast, and up my chest to my neck, before pulling back and bringing the blankets over my naked body.