Page 56 of Cold Foot Revenge
“Dylan?” she asked desperately.
“I’m here,” he rumbled, his chest warm against her back.
“Dylan?” she said louder.
“Come on,” he gritted out, slamming into her. “Fuck, I can’t stop. Roxy, you feel so fucking good, I can’t stop.”
And something about the desperation in his words tipped her over the edge. She yelled as her release crashed through her again. He bucked into her deeply, and warmth was filling her in strong pulses, and gah, this was everything. He was releasing into her, connecting with her, filling her with himself while she finished again.
She’d never felt so close to anyone in her entire life, and she gasped out his name as he jerked into her, dragging out their releases.
His weight was a solid comfort as he gripped the back of her hair and massaged gently. He muttered a curse over and over as his aftershocks went on, and she closed her eyes against the smile that took her lips.
Her body was completely sated as he pulled his cock from her, and she stayed there on her elbows and knees as his cum streamed down her thighs. She swayed gently, still feeling the buzz from the high as he turned on the sink.
“Don’t move,” he murmured as he stroked a wet washcloth up her thighs and cleaned her.
“You don’t have to do that,” she murmured, trying to remember how to even move her body.
“I want to,” he said low.
She rolled to the side and lay on her hip, staring up at him. His six pack was flexed, and his adonis belt muscles at his hips were chiseled. His big dick was half-mast. She’d never seen a man look so masculine as him.
She loved every single thing about his body.
“I’ve never…” she said as she watched him grab another washcloth and run it under warm water.
“You’ve never what?” he asked.
“Finished. I mean with another person.”
His bright blue eyes slid to her, and a wicked smile took his masculine lips. “I’ll get you every time.”
“Truth,” she whispered, stunned. She’d always thought something was wrong with her, or that she was damaged somehow, but with Dylan, she didn’t feel broken at all.
She ran her fingertips over her swollen bitemark. It was acting up and burning. Did he know what he’d done? Did he understand he’d just gotten her addicted to him. Already she was thinking about where he would fuck her next. The bed? The small table near the front door? She wanted more, and she wasn’t even done with this high yet.
The towel bunched under her as he sat against the wall and dragged her against his chest, facing away from him. He pressed the washcloth against her bite mark, and as she began to come to, she knew why. It smelled like wet pennies in here now. She was bleeding.
“I don’t know why it’s doing this,” she whispered in the quiet, pressing her hand against his, holding the cloth tighter on the mark.
“Yeah, you do.”
She frowned to herself and nuzzled her head against his chest. “You barely bit me and that was hours ago. I don’t know why it’s doing this,” she repeated.
“Because you belong to me.” His words were so simple and held such conviction.
Her heart pounded as he hugged her tighter against his chest.
Because you belong to me.
Truth.
Chapter Fourteen
Run.
Roxy startled awake, her body tensing with the remnants of that whispered word through her mind.
