I’m so wet from coming earlier, he slides in without resistance.
Dean stops there, and curiosity gets the best of me. He laughs when I run my fingers over him to see how much is left, and suck a breath when I realize he’s barely halfway in.
“Hazel, baby… you’ve got to stop squeezing the life out of me. I’m trying not to go too fast.”
I nod, lifting slightly to press my forehead to his. If I’m going to take more of him, I need him closer.
Like he can read my thoughts, Dean kisses me again, steadying me.
His thumb returns to rub tight circles on my clit, coaxing me to relax. And just when I think I can’t take any more, his shadows caress my nipples, the new sensation pulling a gasp from my lips.
“Shhh... just a little bit more.” Dean pulls his hips back before gently thrusting back in, going deeper every time. “Relax for me. I’ll make it feel good, okay?”
His voice wraps around me, soft and certain, like a promise I can trust.The stretch sends a shiver down my spine, and I sink into the mattress like dead weight, letting him take control.
His hand finds mine, lacing our fingers together above my head as he moves at a maddeningly slow pace.
His forehead drops to mine with a rough groan. “I feel like I’m losing my mind. You make my world spin, Hazel.”
The lazy smile on his lips sparks something deep inside me. I cup his face, my thumbs tracing the crinkles beside his eyes as his smile widens.
I’ve never wanted to memorize someone like this before.
It’s all for me. his smile, his soft caress, the way he checks on me with every step. He’s doing it all for me. Not because he expects something in return, but because helovesme.
That realization hits harder than anything else tonight.
He loves me when I glare instead of giving in to his flirting. Loves me even when I’m cold, and he’s the purest form of sunshine. Loves me even when I’m afraid to say it back.
“Dean, I… I—” My words fall apart into a whimper when his thrust gets harder, hitting somewhere that makes my toes curl.
His hand snakes under my thigh, lifting my leg around his waist as he pulls me closer. The shift steals every coherent thought from my head.
There’s no space left between us, no room to breathe, only feel.
The sounds filling the room are raw and downright dirty, and even if I tried, I couldn’t stop the moan that slips out.
The pressure builds faster this time, overwhelming to the point that my hips move instinctively, chasing the release like a wild animal in heat.
I catch his lip between my teeth, biting lightly.
“Fates, I love you.” His lips find my neck, voice rough against my skin.
My fingers dig into his back, pulling him closer, leaving a trail of scratches behind. I can barely breathe with how full I feel.
Dean hisses, his rhythm breaking before his control slips and he starts rutting into me like a madman.
His fingers tangle in my hair as he gasps, “That’s right, baby, mark me.”
Dean hisses again, but this time it sounds like he’s actually in pain.
When he stills, his cock buried deep inside me, I worry I went too far and hurt him, but his focus is fixed on his right shoulder.
My lips part as I watch the markings on his arm shift, changing, spreading into something else, adding fresh ones on the spaces that were empty before.
I reach out to touch them, but the second my fingers brush his skin, dark veins appear on mine, spreading through my arm fast.
I gasp, staring at my hand, and when I bring the other to my face, it’s covered in black veins too.
