"Say."

"I'm yours." She exhaled.


"You like it when we make love, don't you?"

Her insides melted and her knees buckled but he picked her up with his big body.

She sucked in a startled breath and tried to answer.


"Yes."

"Yeah, you're right." He agreed, his voice so low and sexy that Rosabella thought she would die right then and there.


"You want me to make love to you right now, don't you?"

Streams of pleasure ran through her and she was filled with moist heat.

"That's right."

"From now on, will you be a good girl? Will you do as I say?" His fingers rested on her clitoris, stroking it back and forth, rubbing it until she thought she was going to lose her mind.

"Yes, Charles. Please." She began to move her body towards him, bobbing against him.

"I like it when you beg me." His voice was low and rough, and Rosabella knew he wanted it as much as she did.

God, it's always so hot between them.

"Please, Charles. Please make love to me." She begged him.

His mouth sunk over hers, his tongue thrusting inside and tangling with hers.

His tongue and teeth are rough, and his fingers continue to work at her clitoris, but she wants to touch him.

She started pulling at her hands, trying to free them so she could get to where his black pants were tied.

He jerked his mouth away from hers long enough to growl at her.

"Stand still."

"I want to touch you."

"No. Your hands stay where they are." He still gripped her wrist with one hand and slid his other hand off her clitoris until he twirled it deliciously around her cleavage, and then he looked down at her.

"Look at me."

As her chin lifted, their gazes collided and a low vibration buzzed in the air around them.

His expression grew even more excited, he dipped his fingers about an inch and then grabbed her tightly, palm pressing on the sensitive area above.

"Mine."

She took a shaky breath and he slid his fingers inside. Rosabella feels it to the depths of her soul and feels so delicate.

"You are mine, Rosabella. Never forget it. You will be mine until the day we part, but until then no one else will have you." He started moving his fingers inside her, and he hit the spot that drove her crazy every time. And he knows it.

She began to gasp and take in oxygen, and the whole world disappeared because of her. Nothing but the two of them, here in this moment, and she wants it to go on forever.

She went crazy, pushing his hand down, and that must have pushed him upwards because he released her almost immediately.

He adjusted his pants, then released, his erection pushing against her stomach.

He lifted one of her legs and brought himself to her cleavage. He pushed his head inward and lifted her chin with one finger.

"I want to do it with you, baby..."

The smoldering heat tore her apart. She was seduced by his words.

"Then do it."

His eyes sparkled at her.

She pushed him as she was filled with more heat.

He pushed an inch into her until he stretched her and her eyes began to close.

"Keep them open."

She stared at him while she tried to absorb enough oxygen to keep her upright.

"Show me what it means to be with me, Charles..." She groaned.

Those words barely left her lips, he slammed into her lap and the relief was perfect.

God, that's so good. He is perfect in her heart. He pulled out and slammed back.

Rosabella couldn't control it and when she closed her eyes, his lips sunk to hers.

Charles felt the addictive heat of her silky skin enveloping him and the knowledge that his world was perfect slipped through him once more as relief, hot and intense, pierced through his soul.

Intense pleasure, he loves it. God, he loves it when she submits to him like this.

He caressed her hard, his erection strong as he surged inside and pumped into her.

She was a temptation he couldn't resist, a temptation he didn't have to resist, and knowledge had nurtured the beast in him more.

He felt a primordial emotion rush over him, and his stomach curled as he stroked her, harder and faster.

He stabbed her completely, lifting her leg higher so he could go deeper. He wants to go deeper. He always wanted to go deeper.

He wants her to give in completely, primordially he wants to take over and restrain her.

He wants to reclaim her and assert his dominance over her, impose his will on her, and demand her acceptance.

It's a conflict of wills, a lesson in control, and it doesn't escape him when she lets him do it his way.

He needed it and she didn't challenge him. At least even they weren't in bed. Out of bed, she is his little flame. He loves that about her.

It was these moments that calmed him down, the moments when he was deep inside her when she opened up to him. He needs this. And he knows she needs him just as much.

Charles let her silky body soothe the fever in him as he pounded in and out of her.

He reached down and kissed her again, and when he did, he leaned heavily against her, one hand slipping between them to play with her nipples.

It gravels in an instant, becomes hard and firm, and she begins to let out small cries of passion that set him on fire.

Her arms wrapped around his head, sinking into his hair and he felt her body begin to tighten.

That was all he needed to get him over the edge, and with their mouths open and hot together, he felt a surge inside as he began to come.

Her body tightened around him, and her breathing became quick and then she began to moan as the feeling hit her.