I want you so badly," she whispers, arching her back to press her breasts against my chest. "I need it rough... hard..." She trails off, biting her lip again as if unsure whether to continue.

But I know exactly what she means. I slide my hands under her skirt, feeling the smooth skin of her thighs as they part beneath my touch. When I reach her panties, I give them a rough yank down her legs and toss them aside.

She's breathing heavily now, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each labored breath. "Do it," she says, her voice little more than a whisper. I reach down between us, touching her softly at first before sliding my fingers deeper, curling them into a fist around her throbbing core.

Her hips buck up off the bed as if seeking more contact; her cries of pleasure fill the air, and I can feel her body tensing beneath my touch. She's so close...

Her heart aches at the thought of leaving him behind. She wants nothing more than to stay with him, but she knows that's not possible. With one last look into his eyes, she steps back and turns towards the carriage. "I don't know," she says softly, her voice barely audible even over the sound of hooves clopping against the ground. "But somehow... I think we'll find our way back to each other."

As she climbs into the carriage, a warm glow fills her chest.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears his words. She leans forward in the carriage, unable to hide her smile. "I will remember that," she whispers, feeling butterflies dance in her stomach. "And when I return..." Her voice trails off, lost in thought.

With one last look back at Cliff, Cinderella takes a deep breath and turns away, leaving him standing there alone. As the carriage speeds off into the night, she can't help but wonder what the future holds for them both...