He hissed. “So damn sexy. I swear you are the sexiest woman I have ever seen.”
Stopping his praise to spit in my ass, I moaned and waited for what I knew would lead to my next release of the night.
He circled his tip around my rim until I couldn’t breathe before pushing slowly into me. This wasn’t new for us, so my body was accustomed to him breaching me in this way. Relaxing against the anticipated pleasure, he eased into me, his hands gripping my waist.
“Dakota, baby,” he moaned. “I don’t give a fuck what happened in your past.”
He eased out of me just a bit, before sinking back in slowly. I loved when he filled me like this. Loved the delicious pressure that had my pussy dripping like a melting popsicle.
“You belong to me now,” he groaned. “You have since the day we met, but now we’re connected by so much more.” His words sounded tortured and forceful, a declaration unlike none I ever had before.
I pushed one hand between my legs, rubbing my clit as he deep stroked my ass. “Yesss, Fabian. Yesss.”
“So fuckin’ good,” he continued, picking up his pace and smacking my ass again.
I bit my bottom lip, squeezed the pillow with my free hand, and felt the pleasurable waves building in my core once more.
“Mine.” The word was a raspy rumble. “Mine.” He pumped faster, deeper.
I screamed his name as my climax drenched my hand.
“Mine.” He continued like a broken record until he exploded inside of me. “Shit, girl. Damn!”
We heaved, trying to catch our breaths for the next few moments, then he slipped out of me. I was too drained to move, but too aware of the mess we were making on my sectional to stay still. His hand to the base of my back stopped my slow movement.
“Right there,” he said, tapping his fingers over the spot where my rose tattoo was. “That’s where I want my name. So if another muthafucka is ever bold enough to see it, he’ll know the name of the one that’s gonna put a bullet in his skull.”
I didn’t respond. I couldn’t, because if there was one thing I knew for certain it was that Fabian Mathias would definitely kill for me. Just like I, without blinking, would kill for him, too.
CHAPTER 11
DAKOTA
Returning to work on a Friday after vacation was pure foolishness.
Crawling out of bed after a night in Fabian’s arms was like a low-level form of torture, if there was such a thing. It had to be because I was definitely feeling it as I pulled up to the palatial home by the lake. After putting my car in park, I sat there for a few minutes. The majority of the time my job revolved around death, so there was really no need for me to rush into that house. There were two stone gray trucks parked in front of me, both with the Apocalypse logo on the driver’s side and back door. Tor sat in his Escalade right behind me. The alpha crew was already inside, which meant I had a few seconds to shoot a text off to my husband.
I love you.
I wasn’t waiting for a response, but I did let the phone rest on my thigh as I recalled our last moments together this morning.
“Remember what I said.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into him as we stood at my open front door.
I pursed my lips. “That my pussy is the best you ever had?”
He lowered a hand to grip my ass, then grinned. “That’s the damn truth,” he agreed, “but no. The other thing I said.”
Looping my arms around his waist, I sighed and let my gaze drop to his chest.
“Nah, I need you to look at me, love,” he said softly. When I didn’t immediately oblige, he gave me a little shake. “Look at me.”
On a deep inhale, I lifted my eyes until his felt like they were shooting Superman lasers through to my soul.
“You’re not weird or deranged. You are exactly who you were created to be, and I love every inch of you for exactly that purpose. Don’t let that shit from the past weigh on you another second. We’re building a future, together.”
I loved the sound of his voice. Loved his honesty, and most importantly at this moment, how what he’d just said made me feel.
“Thank you.”
