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“I’m trying to go slow,” he growled. Even as he spoke, his chest heaved, hand gathering the fabric of my dress to jerk it even higher. Hungry eyes trailed my body. My core clenched while I writhed in his hold.
His throat worked as he watched me. “So fucking beautiful.”
“I need more,” I whispered, pleaded.
He and squeezed my wrists almost to the point of pain. Eyes raised and clashed with mine, a storm of lust and raw, masculine need. “You don’t think I know what you need, Angel?” His voice was deceptively soft, and didn’t prepare me in any way for how he thrust two fingers inside me, suddenly filling me exactly the way I wanted.
I yelped, straining my hips against his fingers. That slow, gentle exploration was gone. He shoved against me, thumb firm on my clit, maintaining a pressure that built in my throat. I could hardly drag air into my lungs.
“I know exactly what you need. And I know exactly how much you can take.” He demonstrated, hooking his fingers inside, practically melting me into the mattress. My eyes closed, trying to hold the intense pleasure pinging through my veins. I was close. So, so close.
“You know why, Tess?”
A low moan rattled out of my throat when he worked faster, circling harder. He was making a point, proving his mastery of my body with incomparable skill. “I…” I’d lost my words, my breath.
“Tell me,” Dylan demanded, shoving his fingers inside, rocking me closer to the inevitable orgasm that was sparking at the edge of my vision. “How do I know? Why can I make you go crazy like this?”
“Because,” I gasped when his fingers twisted. Close, close, close.
“Tell. Me.” His words lashed, stripping any protections I had left, laying me bare.
“Because I’m yours!” It was a truth I knew down to my bones, the words I knew he wanted. My eyes fluttered open again, just in time to see the triumph flash across his face.
“Mine.”
I barely heard his declaration, especially when he swooped down to pull my nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue, teeth teasing the tip with just enough pressure to set me off like a rocket. I gasped and cried as the crest of pleasure washed over me.
Heat shimmered through my blood, flooding every corner of my body. Above me, Dylan grunted, his words a litany of my name and “mine” and “yes, Angel, yes.” I lost myself in it, floating in ecstasy for another moment or two.
His hand tore away with a curse. I blinked my eyes open to see him tearing at his pants, pushing them down his thighs with one hand. His other was still braced above my head, holding me in place.
“Too good, Angel. Fuck, I have to feel you.” His weight settled on me, and I felt him finally,finally, pushing at my entrance, his cock hot and hard.
Chapter 16
Dylan
I slid against her, her slick entrance coating me in her desire. I’d done that; I’d made her go crazy underneath me, writhing and screaming.
She was mine, no question about it. We might have lost our way, but I had always known her body better than my own.
“I wanted to go slow.” I didn’t recognize my voice. Low and harsh, I sounded like I was accusing her of something. Maybe I was. Of making me crazy. Of making me throw every single plan I’d had out the window as soon as I’d seen her eyes darken when I held her wrists.
Thank fuck she liked it, because I liked having her here. There was a possessive satisfaction in the sight of her spread out underneath me, her tits red from my attention, underwear pushed to the side, pussy bare and shining.
She must have gotten a wax sometime this week. I’d nearly come at the first feel of her. She was like silk and honey, her sweet little body pulsing around my hand. I slid forward again, this time catching my tip on her entrance before gliding up her clit.
One more look at her had me nearly breaking into madness. She was panting, wild, completely succumbing to the mind-bending heat between us. Damn. I reallyhadwanted to go slow. Re-learn every inch of skin I’d missed since she left.
But I was just a man, and she was a goddess, spread beneath me, panting and pleading. Her lilac hair flowed across the pillow, silky and sweat-drenched, while her creamy skin turned pink with desire.
How could I deny her?
I reached between us, teasing her folds again. “I brought condoms.”
This, at least, I could pause for. An offering, an olive branch. Maybe a memory to patch the rough edges of that night a few weeks ago, when all my carefully laid plans and expectations had crumbled around us. It had seemed important to her, then. Maybe it still was.
“No.” Relief rushed through me. I couldn’t remember the last time we’d used a condom—not since early college—and I didn’t want anything between us now.
