“It’s.. perfect.” I choke out. “It’s more than I could ever ask for, and I’ll never be able to find the words to thank you for it.”
He quickly covers the space of the room in a couple of strides to stand in front of me, his inked muscular chest directly in my eye line until my chin is lifted.
“You’re welcome baby. I wanted you to have this space, to feel safe, to explore new stories.”
Tears well in my eyes and he quickly catches them with his thumb, running the rough pad across my cheeks before bringing it to his lips. That single move sets my blood alight and he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
“I love it, and I love you.”
“I love you more, pretty girl. I also got you these.” He says, turning to pick up a box from the floor. “I hope you don’t mind, I went through your Kindle to see what you like to read.”
Immediately my face flushes a deep red and I pull my bottom lip in between my teeth, my core suddenly aching from the things I enjoy reading and wondering whether Dean would also like them. Images of him in a mask, chasing me through the woods that surrounds the cabin quickly flash across my mind and I have to close my eyes for a moment to shove the erotic vision away.
“Everything alright there mama?” He says with a teasing tone.
“Yes, of course. I’m fine.” The white lie slips free and I already know he can see straight through me, the way my thighs discreetly rub together and my fingers fidget with the hem of my t-shirt.
“If you say so,” he remarks and places the box on the chair. “Why don’t you open this?”
Clearing my throat, I see the grin that pulls at his face as I walk over to the chair and pull open the lid on the box, revealing stacks of books. It’s like he emptied my Kindle straight into this box. Various dark romance and erotic horror novels stare back at me, all of them filled with possessive men and toe curling smut.
“I know what-” Dean starts but I don’t give him the chance to finish, instead I crash into his chest, hugging him with every ounce of love I have, pouring it into his soul. His strong arms quickly wind around me like a shield and he drops his lips to the top of my head.
“As I was saying, I know what happened to your other books and I wanted to give you a head start on filling this library with everything that you love.” He murmurs against my hair and I squeeze him as tightly as I can, inhaling his woodsy scent that I love so much.
After a moment, I pull away from him and rise on my toes to give him a soft kiss, his lips brush against mine and he cradles my head in his hand, tipping my face backwards to deepen the kiss. A burning inferno spreads across my skin as his tongue glides over mine. Butterflies swarm in my stomach, their wings flapping at rapid speed as I continue to fall head over heels for this man.
Dean groans into my mouth and I feel him beginning to harden against my stomach. I’ve never wanted to please himmore in my life. I refuse to be halted by fear because I know this man would never hurt me and I want to feel his skin against mine, to fall into the abyss with him, knowing he’d always catch me.
Breaking the kiss, I step away breathlessly and place the box onto the floor before taking his hand in mine and guiding him to the chair. He follows willingly and I press my hand to his firm chest, pushing him to sit down. He lands softly on the plush fabric and spreads his legs, splaying his arms across the back.
Instantly his eyes widen as I begin to kneel down in between his legs.
“What are you doing mama?” He asks with a heaving chest, his green eyes hooded and filled with lust.
“Pleasing my man.”
“You don’t have to do this, you know? What if you hurt yourself?” Concern floods his face but I quickly shun it back down for him.
“It’s been weeks now Dean, I’m okay, I promise. Plus, you heard the doctor. I’ve been cleared.”
The doctor who took care of me at the hospital decided to give us a home visit to remove the cast from my wrist and the dressing off the bullet wound. He was pretty pleased with my recovery so far, informing me to keep up with my therapy and physio sessions. My stomach will always be strange to look at but I’m not embarrassed anymore, it proves that I made it out alive, even if there are pieces of me missing. I survived.
I can see the moment Dean mentally begins to argue with himself at my request and I place my hands on his knees, quickly bringing him back to reality.
“Look at me Dean.” His eyes snap to mine. “I’m okay, you made sure of that. And I want this.”
“You’re sure you’re not hurting? I’ll never forgive myself if I hurt you.” He says softly, his green eyes tracing my face for any hint of a lie, but he won’t find one.
“I’m not hurting. I swear, now be a good boy for me and let me have you.”
My words have him breathing heavily as he tugs his bottom lip in between his pearly teeth.
“Take me, pretty girl. Use me,loveme.”
Idon’t even recognise my own voice. It feels like forever since I’ve had this perfect, beautiful, strong woman’s touch on me and I don’t know how to react. This whole situation feels like a fever dream, one that I never want to wake up from.
Seeing Ana resting on her knees in between my parted legs sends a primal need surging through my bloodstream and I’m clawing at my skin to claim her wholly, with every fibre of my being. To sink myself so deep inside her that she’ll never be rid of me, I’ll crawl so deep under her skin that we’ll become one.
