Her mouth parts as I enter her a little more before she pants my name out. “Dean.. Dean Sinclair.”
“That’s it,” I praise. “Who owns you?” I slide in further, up to the first knuckle, feeling her tighten around my fingers.
“You.” She pants.
“Yeah, I do.” I say with a firm tone, towering over her trembling frame. “And who loves you?”
Ana’s eyes roll to the back of her head as I gently push my fingers the rest of the way in, feeling her walls clench around me as my thumb circles her clit in a smooth motion.
“Tell me baby, who loves you?” I groan against her jaw, nipping gently at the skin as water cascades over us both, soaking my clothes to my skin. Heavy moans slip from between her parted lips as she answers my question. “Fuck.You love me.”
Hearing her answer my questions with a lust filled voice has me pushing my hard cock into her lower stomach, being careful of the wound on her stomach, but just enough that she’ll feel me aching for her.
“Damn right I do.” Moaning into the crook of her neck. “I’ll love you, until our bodies fall back into the earth and our bones fuse together to become one.”
My tone turns dark. “Now you better come for me, pretty girl.”
My filthy words switch something inside of her, causing her body to tremble in my hold as I slip my fingers in and out of her, coaxing her orgasm out of her body and onto my hand, feeling her tighten and then release.
Her orgasm breaks the dam and she grips onto me, moaning heavily into my shoulder as it fires through her system and I feel her explode into glittering pieces before me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this, shattering before me.” I praise and she whimpers, riding the last of her orgasm out on my fingers. Ana’s thrusts begin to slow and I hear her silently sobbing against my wet shirt. Gently I slip my fingers free from her pussy then angle her face towards me.
“I’m.. sorry.” She whimpers. “I don’t even know why I’m crying.”
I place a kiss on her forehead. “Don’t ever be sorry forfeeling, alright. You’re safe, here with me.” I say, forcing her to keep her gaze on me. “You’ve been through some serious shit, and your body needs release and I’m more than willing to give you that.”
Ana’s perfect mouth tips into a small smile at my words and I grace her with one of my own.
After washing her hair, I strip out of my own clothes and wrap us both in towels, mentally thanking Eli for dropping me off a bag of spare clothes to change into. Once I’m dressed in a black t-shirt and grey sweats, I push my damp hair back and slip on my favourite cap, spinning the peak backwards.
Ana sits patiently on the hospital bed, a huge towel wrapped around her shoulders.
“You gonna keep staring at me, pretty girl?” I taunt with a smirk, rummaging through the bag Cecilia brought for her, fishing out a pair of sweatpants and a horror t-shirt.
“Always. I never want to forget what you look like.” Her admittance hits me soul deep and I come to stand in front of her, placing the clothes down on the bed and take her hands in mine.
“You’ll never forget me, and you’ll never lose me.” Swearing a promise to her then pressing my lips to her forehead. “Ready to head home?”
“More than ready.
Seeing the cabin come into view from Dean’s truck has my bottom lip trembling and I desperately want to tangle my fingers together. The white cast wrapped around my wrist and hand stares back at me, taunting me like a sick joke. I try not to let the horrors of my time in captivity infiltrate my mind but sometimes it’s hard, and they easily slip through the gaps.
Dean’s hand on my thigh knocks me out of my daydream. “We’re home baby.”
Home. It’s been a long time since I’ve been home. It almost feels surreal, like I’ll wake up and I’ll be on the damp floor of the bunker, fighting for my life.
Turning in my seat, I give him a small smile and wait for him to pull up at the side of the cabin. Once the engine is off, he grabs our bags from the back seat then proceeds to open my door, opening his hand for me to take and like it’s second nature, I slip my uninjured hand into his and step down onto the gravel floor,feeling a sense of similarity wash over me.
“Everything okay?” Dean asks with a concerned look in his eye and I lift my head to meet his gaze. “I’m alright, just a little nervous that’s all. Everything feels like a dream and I’m scared that none of this is real and I’ll wake up back at the mill.”
Admitting my fears to him eases the tension I have in my shoulders but it doesn’t take the full worry away. Dean drops the bags at our feet and runs both of his hands into my hair, cupping my face in a gentle embrace.
“I won’t let anything happen to you, ever again,” he promises. “I failed the first time. I should have been there and I was too late, and that will always be my biggest regret.”
Does he really think he failed me? That he could have known Ellie would be the one to rat me out to my husband, well, dead husband now.
I’m officially a widow. Free from my chains.
