“That was…” Her whispering voice trails off, lost for words.

“Fucking addictive,” I finish for her, and she grins.

“Yeah, addictive, Dante,” she says, and I grin. My name on her lips is everything, and I lean in and kiss her. Tenderly, appreciating her, showing her that she is a fucking masterpiece and perfect for me in every way.

She looks up at me from where she is lying on top of my desk, my paperwork and trinkets now pushed to the side. I run my fingers from her shoulders down her body, tracing patterns and feeling her soft skin. Pinching her nipple, my hands explore down her middle, down her sides, her clear, fresh skin not tainted like mine. My body tells a story, a dangerous story, yet hers is only just starting. I will be damned if anyone is going to touch her and mark her in any way. She will stay clean. Perfect, flawless. I will make sure of that.

I stand in between her legs and lean my hips into hers, and although still fully dressed, my cock is aching to be released as I push it against her warm wet pussy and hear her gasp a little. I run my hand back up her bare chest before grabbing her around the throat and pulling her up off the desk. Leaning down to meet her halfway, I smash my lips into hers. Sweeping my tongue into her mouth, I show her how much I want her in case there is still any doubt.

Pulling back a little, our noses nearly touching, I look at her. Her lips are red and swollen, her eyes wide, and her perfect breasts push against my chest. I am aching to be inside of her. I tighten my grip on her throat a little more and instead of being fearful, she actually leans into my touch, submitting to me. With that trust from her, I need to grip onto my desk to prevent me from just taking her hard right here, right now, on the edge of my desk.

She deserves better.

“Come,” I say to her, as my hands reach around her bare ass, and I cup her cheeks, pulling her body to mine lifting her off the desk. Leaving her clothes on the floor, I stand as she wraps her legs around my waist, and I grind her hips into my cock, again letting her feel how hard I am for her. I press her body close and walk with her out of my office and down the hallway.

Her arms circle around my neck, and she buries her head into my shoulders. As I run one hand up and down her bare back, I tell myself it is to keep her warm, but it is because I just want to feel her under my fingertips.

Reaching the bedroom, I walk in the door and kick it closed behind me as I take her inside.