His crass words only prove to turn me on more.
Any semblance of the gentleman Dean appears to be outside the bedroom is gone.
He tortures me still. For several long minutes, he only allows himself to use half of his length, his tongue flicking against my nipple. The sound of it is obscenely loud, the wetness between my legs seeping onto my thighs and beneath my ass.
The weight on my thigh is suddenly gone, only for him to hook that leg to his hip, matching the other, and then his hands cup my hips, bringing my bottom half off the bed as he steps back. The only reason I can tell he is standing is the way he holds me, my shoulders and head the only things now on the mattress.
And then he thrusts forward, hard. His body slams against mine, his hands the only things keeping me in place. And all I can do is cling to the sheets and cry out his name. He fills me sothoroughly that I feel him everywhere. Hard, the strokes of his cock hit with precision. He’s using my body, taking his fill, and bringing me with him. I fear they’ll be nothing left of me when we come crashing down. We are nothing more than flames, burning everything around us, destroying what we once knew to become something else entirely. But what will remain within the ashes?
“That’s it, Sloane,” He growls, “You feel how fucking good we are together? How right it is?”
I think I respond, but the words come out breathless and jumbled. I can barely think, let alone speak coherently.
“You’ll always be mine,” He continues, but my mind is gone to the pleasure, the feel of him owning me. The words should cause alarm, but they don’t, as they settle under my skin and set my soul on fire. His. Only his.
“Dean,” I moan his name.
“That’s right,” He lowers me to the mattress and presses his body onto mine. My legs wrap around his hips as he rolls and adds friction to my clit. Stars burst behind my eyes, my mouth opening in a silent moan. “My name. It’s my name on your lips.”
I claw at his back, likely leaving marks, but he continues, dragging me to the top where I combust. My climax shatters me, a buzzing beginning in my ears as the whole world ceases to exist beyond this.
I feel him jerk inside of me, his groans an erotic melody as he follows me over the edge.
For several long seconds, he remains inside me, our sweat slick skin touching, breaths mingling, but then he pulls from me gently and reaches for the blindfold. The light stings for a quick burst, but then my eyes adjust, his face coming back into view.
“You’re so perfect, Sloane,” He whispers, kissing the side of my mouth, but he doesn’t remain as he removes himself from me completely and heads to the bathroom. He’s back a moment later, and the warmth of a wet cloth presses to my thighs. He’s tender as he cleans me up, peppering kisses over my soft stomach and up my sternum. When he’s done, he throws the cloth into the hamper and wraps me up as he moves to sit on the bed, keeping me in his lap and in his arms.
“Thank you,” I whisper, kissing the base of his throat.
“What for?” The depth of his voice rumbles against my ear.
“For knowing,” I let out a soft, content breath, “It’s been so long since I’ve had anyone.”
“You’ll always have me, Sloane.” He presses a kiss to my hair, “I’ve got you.”
It’s a promise I know he’ll always keep.
The following morning, I watch Dean as he gathers up his keys and slides his cell into his pocket.
“You’re sure you don’t need someone to come with you?” I worry my nail between my teeth, Lily making babbling noises behind me in her chair as the sensory videos play on the screen in front of her.
“I’m good, Butterfly,” Dean kisses me softly, “Lock the door behind me.”
“Of course,” I nod, watching him head out.
“You’re safe here,” He reminds me before he dips out the door, and I close the gap to turn the locks. He’ll only be gone an hour, two at most, as he attends his rehab appointment, and right now, I’m not even sure it’s me I’m worried about. Dean explained the threat this Richard guy is, and though he doesn’tseem all that nervous, I am. He already tried to hurt him once, what’s stopping him from doing it again?
To distract myself, I dial Savannah’s number and head through to Lily. It’s just my anxiety talking, everything will be fine. Dean isn’t me, he isn’t helpless. If anything, he’s more equipped than anyone to deal with threats.
But I know I’ll spend the next couple of hours worrying anyway.
Chapter Thirty-six
Iwalk out of the hospital in more pain than when I entered, the muscles in my shoulder and arm on fire. All well and good to be able to use the damn thing until they’re forcing you into positions you didn’t know your body could go in.
My car beeps as I hit the unlock button and climb behind the wheel, the temptation to dial Sloane’s number right there, but it’ll take me less than ten minutes to get home, so I hold back. Pulling out of the lot, I merge into the downtown city traffic, crawling at five miles per hour thanks to it being rush hour. Maybe I should call her so she doesn’t worry.
I’m about to hit dial when I call comes through, and a smile pulls on my mouth. She got there first.
