Pulling away a little with lips still touching, he said, sounding a little breathless.

"Take off."


Delicately, Rosabella unbuttoned his shirt, her fingers tracing the trail of his pants as she opened them all the way and unbuttoned them.

She's waiting for his permission, which he doesn't take long to do when he nods at her.

Her mouth was on his again, then she unzipped him and pushed down his pants, her fingers immediately going to his boxer.


However, Charles had other plans when he stopped her again, tearing his lips away from hers.

"No, I want you to take that dress off right now."


Rosabella was about to do that while squeezing him when she saw him shake his head, pushing her away from him.

"Get up and do it properly, Rosabella."

Leaving his lap, Rosabella stood at her full height as she fumbled for the side zipper of her dress, wasting no time to lower it.

"Slowly. I want you to do it slowly, Rosabella."

That's when she understood what this really was. Why he buys sexy lingerie and wants to take it slow?

Charles wants to see her. Really watch her, and in that moment, Rosabella couldn't have felt more sexy in her life.

There he was, the angry yet hot demon he was, and he wanted to spend his sweet time taking over every inch, every curve of her body.

She will give him that. Moving at the speed of a snail, Rosabella unzipped her skirt and, after lowering the straps one by one, simply let it fall to the floor in a gentle swoop.

There she was, in the black lace lingerie he'd bought - a matching bra with a stocking sling.

She could feel Charles' eyes sweep her down as he gulped, licking his parted lips.

God, her heart was beating so fast, she could feel it all the way to her throat. Surely this was the sexiest moment of her life.

"Turn around."

Still wearing Louboutin heels, she did, showing him her back as she ran her hand through her long hair.

"Rosabella. It's worse than I thought." His voice was low and hoarse.

Turning to face him, she looked at him in surprise, one eyebrow raised.

"Worse?"

"Yes, worse. Definitely worse."

Smirking, her defiant expression back, she teasingly bit her bottom lip as she took another step closer to him.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I guess I have no choice but to tell you to take it off."

"Take off what?"

"All but why don't you start with socks first."

Placing one foot on the coffee table, Rosabella glanced at him as she unhooked a sock to then slowly roll it down her leg, revealing her toes painted red.

Do the same thing with her other leg, she watches him from under her lashes as she notices how swollen he is, licked his lips again as his breath came faster.

"Okay, come back here."

"But I think I want you to take..."

"My patience is running out, come here. Now."

Still wearing her bra and suspenders, Rosabella pressed against him, feeling his firmness against the thin lace, making her bounce a lot.

Without even realizing it, she was already starting to move against him, the friction between them causing her to start gasping too as her hands curled into his hair at the back of her head.

Charles pulled down a bra and immediately brought one of her breasts to his mouth.

"Mmm..."

"Leave." He guides between licks.

Letting go of her hair, Rosabella reached back and removed her bra, throwing it aside as Charles went to find the other breast, put it in his mouth, and treated it as it was.

The feeling of his mouth on her nipples, now pushing her breasts together to taste both, made her so excited that she started to move harder into his crotch.

Charles kisses her then, over and over, until he pulls back, gasping.

"Now tell me what you need..."

"You have to." Her hands went back to his hair as she continued to rub her wet area against him back and forth.

"This is what I want. It's for you to tell me how you want me to take you. Now say it."

Bringing her member out of the boxer's cleft, Rosabella brought her lips to his ear as she whispered everything she could think of in that instant.

"I want you... deep..."

Charles couldn't take it anymore. Like a hungry beast, he quickly pushed her panties aside and filled her with one smooth motion.

"Oh, my God!"

"That's right."

He didn't even need to tell her as Rosabella immediately started moving, groaning loudly as she brought him in, her movements fluid and fueled by her excitement.

Charles could feel his orgasm coming firmly and steadily, but he was still too much for her to just ride him like that.

So, grabbing her hips, he flipped them over, pushed her onto the couch, and tore off his boxing pants, leaving only her leash as he climbed on top, stabbing her with no notice.

Her fingers grasped his hair as she held on tight. His repulsion is merciless and somehow when they make love, their eyes meet and hold, the two feel completely euphoric by the fact that the other feels the same way they do.

However, as Rosabella drew closer and closer to the climax, her eyelashes involuntarily lowered, Charles couldn't help but keep demanding what he wanted.

"Don't close your eyes, Rosabella. Hold them on me..." He growled as he let one of his hands move between them to massage her clitoris.

Rosabella gasped, shedding tears as the pleasure began to increase even more.

"Yes, tell me."

"That is..."

He nodded, feeling sweat run down his back.

"Yes, tell me."

Her fingers tightened in her hair and his toes curled, she frantically shook her head.

"I can't. That's right... I'm losing it."

Charles almost caught her scream with his mouth when he felt her scraping down his back, tearing his skin.

The way she moaned, her breathing ragged, her walls pressed against his, he felt dizzy, almost had an out-of-body experience while he was able to do all he could, he felt as if his body was breaking into a million pieces.