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Dylan dips his chin just a fraction of an inch, nodding along with me. “I understand,” he says quietly, “because I want everything you just listed.”
“I want to be loved,” I tell him, my heart going wild at daring to use such a word. But I have to say it aloud.
Dylan stiffens at the loaded word, and fear trickles through me, so I try to take it back, swallow it down until he’s ready to hear it. “I… look, if I was too quick to say it, I’m sorry, I just?—”
I get to my feet, regretting laying it all out there, but Dylan leaps up with me, pulling me in close. “Stay,” he whispers in my ear. “Don’t go. I want that too.”
His words unlock me, and I melt against him, turning my head to kiss his lips tenderly. “Really?” I ask, knowing it makes me sound weak and needy but not caring this time. In this, I need as much as Dylan can give.
“Really.”
It’s enough. We both have trauma, the damage of betrayal ruining our faith in ourselves as much as in others. Our hearts are fragile little things despite our posturing to the contrary, so for now, for us… it’s enough.
“Will you make love to me?” I ask, and he takes my hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it.
He gives me a slow smile before answering, “I wouldloveto.”
With my hand in his and lust coming over me like a haze, he leads me through his home, past all the open space and refined luxury of his things, but none of that even comes into our view. My entire world is Dylan, and he feels the same way.
We come into his bedroom, right up to the massive bed, and Dylan stops us. Kneeling, he reaches for my left foot, and I lift it silently, knowing what he wants. I have to lean on his shouldersas he takes off my high heel and runs his hand up my calf, his eyes drinking me in. “So fucking sexy,” he says as he lowers my foot and switches legs. “So damn tempting.”
Staying on his knees, he kisses my thighs through the form hugging dress I wore to work and never changed out of, nuzzling his nose against the gap between my thighs. “I want to worship you,” he says, running his hands up the backs of my thighs and cupping my ass. “You are my every dream, my every fantasy.”
Kissing up my body, Dylan gets to his feet, holding me in his arms as he backs me up to the bed’s edge. Laying me down on the soft surface, he stands up, looming over me. He looks powerful and dominant, but there’s a warmth in his eyes that makes me squirm. I’m not used to a man ever looking at me this way.
But Dylan does.
He looks at me like I’m his beginning and his end, and everything in between. It’s a heady sensation, to hold the heart of a man like Dylan. It’s a heavy responsibility too, one I won’t take lightly.
Reaching up, he unbuttons his shirt, each inch of his body revealing itself to me and making me even more turned on. When he takes off his belt, I push myself back on the bed, scooting my dress up and pulling the clingy, stretchy fabric up and over my head to reveal that, though I’m wearing a bra, I don’t have on panties.
Dylan’s gaze is predatory. “Did you go to work with nothing covering this pretty pussy? I could’ve accessed you like this all day.”
Undoing my bra and tossing it away, I explain, “It ruined the line of the dress.”
“If I’d known, I would’ve ruined your dress,” he growls.
I can’t help but smile, even though my entire body is on fire with desire.
I can only watch with heated anticipationas he undoes his pants and pushes them down, revealing himself in all his naked glory.
He climbs on the bed, gathers me in his arms, and kisses me again, the heady sensation of our bodies pressed tight together like this washing away any residual worries until it’s only Dylan and me in this bed, no ghosts of the past remaining. The feeling of his skin on mine makes everything electric, and I’m hyperaware of every shift he makes as he kisses along my neck and across my collarbones, his left hand stroking my spine and down to gently cup my ass.
He thrusts into me deeply, taking his time and teasing me all the while. His masculine scent adds to the addiction that he is.
“Harder,” I whimper, not wanting our lovemaking to be soft and sweet, but rather wanting him as he is, rough and leaving his mark on my body and my soul. In response, he squeezes, his fingers digging into my flesh and making me moan. I tip my nose against his, kissing his face and finding his lips as he rolls us until I’m on top of him, and Dylan smirks, seeming playful given everything we’ve just been through. “Why are you happy?” I ask. “I’m the one on top.”
“Mmm, but I know something, Darling,” he says, and suddenly, his right hand lifts and smacks me sharply on my ass. “You like it when I do this. And now I’ve got two hands free.”
I laugh, gasping as he spanks me again, and my hips roll in response. Between us, I can feel the long thickness of his cock teasing me. Every gentle rock hits my clit and sends a wave of pleasure through me.
I move up and down his cock, not fucking him yet, but mimicking the movement along his shaft.
Dylan pulls me down, kissing my lips and holding me close. I lift up, and when he lowers me back down, the moan that slips from my lips gets swallowed by Dylan as he fills me.
The sharp pain walks the line of pleasure, and my hips buck. Dylan’s cock moves inside me, and I’m swept away.Looking into his eyes, I lift and fall on his cock, moaning and gasping as he adjusts to meet me. He stares into my eyes the whole time, watching me as I climb higher and higher. But what I see there isn’t lust or mere desire. It’s more, so much more, and as good as he feels inside me, his expression is what really sends me soaring. Finally, when I’m trembling on the edge, he reaches up and grabs my hips, pulling me down and impaling me on him, throwing me into bliss.
He’s careful with me, but powerful and demanding as my orgasm rocks through me. He brings me down onto my knees, gets behind me, and fills me with one deep, hard thrust. “Who do you belong to?” he growls, thrusting into me again. I gasp, my pleasure climbing higher and higher. “Who do you belong to, Raven?”
