Page 99 of Hunt for the Roses
It beats like a crescendo, and the louder my heart beats, the more positive I am of what I’m feeling. Being in Dane’s arms now feels so undoubtedly right, and I almost forget what we were arguing about because all I know is this is where I want to be.
I feel my body start to light up, and an all-consuming need starts to take over. It’s carnal, but it’s necessary. Neither of us are saying the words we truly want to say, but I know there’s a way we canfeeleverything we want to say to each other. It’s our way of giving in, but not kicking the chair out from under us. It’s our way of coping with the unfortunate circumstances we’ve been placed in and taking control back.
It may be toxic, and it may be poor judgment, but it’s all we have for now.
And anything I can get from him, I’ll greedily take.
“Take me,” I whisper as I grab the hem of his shirt and lift it over his chest. Dane stands up to completely remove his shirt, and then he unbuttons and drags his jeans down his legs and off his ankles. When he comes back on the couch, I spread my legs wider for him to settle between, and a surge of heat rushes through my body as I stroke my palms over Dane’s carved chest and abdomen. A pool of wetness puddles into my panties, and the ache between my legs throbs for attention. Dane unbuttons and unzips my denim shorts, and I lift my bottom off the couch cushion to help him slide my shorts and underwear down my legs.
When my clothing is finally tossed to the floor, Dane hovers over me and cups the side of my face as he caresses my cheek with his thumb. “I try to think about the moment I fell for you, Aria. I think it was when we made love for the first time. Or maybe it was when we first kissed under the stars on the hood of my car,” he whispers. “But I think it was even sometime before that. When we danced together for the first time at Shipper’s. When I watched you in the pouring rain on the pier. Maybe even when I held your hand on the Ferris wheel.” He swallows a nervous lump in his throat, and all I can do is exhale a shaky breath. “Because falling in love with you can’t be measured in a single moment. I fall every day, every hour, every minute. And although I might plunge empty-handed, it’s the greatest dive I’ve ever taken.”
His confession heals me.
It’s like the last piece of my broken heart stitches back into place, and it feels like my heart is whole again.
All because of him.
When I bring a hand up to palm the side of his face, Dane molds his lips to mine, capturing them in a blinding possession that makes me see stars. We moan into each other’s mouths, and I feel Dane’s weight shift as he starts to push his boxer briefs over his erection. My hands immediately go between us to help him out, our hands a hurried mess, not seeming to get his underwear off him quick enough. Once they’re completely removed, Dane guides his cock to my entrance and pushes through my velvety walls, thrillingly stretching me.
Our lips never disconnect as his hand goes to my hip while one palm is still at the side of my face, and he starts pumping into me deep and fast. Both my hands are cupping the sides of his face now as I whimper against his lips, savoring every second of pleasure he’s gifting me. With every thrust, he’s hitting my clit at just the right angle, and the simultaneous sensation sends my mind spinning.
I pull my lips back from his, desperate to feel his love and ownership over my heart. “Give me more. I need more of you,” I whisper against his lips.
Without hesitation, Dane slips himself out of me and flips me over so I’m on my stomach. I gasp when he raises my hips up off the couch, and I brace myself against the couch cushion by laying my palms flat against the plush surface. Dane bends one leg on the couch, so his knee is resting on the cushion, while his other leg stands straight with his foot planted on the floor.
I cry out when Dane thrusts his cock through my slick folds, and my fingers curl into the soft fabric beneath me. He slowly glides himself out to his tip, and plunges his full length back into me, only to repeat this over and over as I gasp with each aggressive pump he drives forward. Every hard and intentional thrust causes me to yelp in a blended squeal of pain and rapture, and the stars I was seeing before have turned into a spiral galaxy, and I’m lifted to another universe only he has the power to bring me to.
Dane’s fingers dig into my hips, surely leaving bruises in their wake tomorrow, and he continues to ruthlessly fuck me as he savagely tries to own my body. But I don’t even think it’s a matter of him attempting anymore. Because he owns every crevice of my body, including the very muscular organ that thunders beneath my chest right now, palpitating in anticipation for him to eventually destroy me.
Break me.
Break the stone wall I’ve built around my mind, body, and soul.
I need him to take the sledgehammer and crumble it to pieces to remold me. Shape me into the person I was meant to become if I wasn’t meant to live the life I had before.
I need him to give melife.
I need him to give me a new purpose.
I feel Dane’s slick chest hover over my back as his hot, minty breath tickles the shell of my ear, and I cry out when he rails into me again. “Is this the ‘more’ you wanted?” he rasps. “Me railing out this sweet fucking pussy like it’s the only salvation I’m ever gonna need?”
“Y-yes,” I gasp, my voice hoarse and winded. A thick fog takes over my brain, and the only part of me that can effectively respond is my body. The demand of my body is too fierce to ignore, and I’ve never wanted to tip over the edge into euphoric bliss as much as I do right now. The knotted ribbon in my lower belly starts to unravel, and when it completely unwinds, I know it’s going to shatter me.
Just like I need him too.
Just like I once told him to.
I gasp when Dane wraps one arm around my stomach, and he pulls me up so that my back plasters to his steel chest. I wrap one arm around his neck as he starts to thrust hard and fast into me. I turn my head to the side so our eyes can lock together, and with my free hand, I grab his palm from my hip and place it over one of my breasts, kneading the top of Dane’s hand to encourage him to squeeze me there.
“I can always give you more,” he breathes against my lips, his affectionate words a stark contrast with his harsh thrusts into me. “Anything in this life, I’ll fucking give to you,” he rasps.
As our breaths mingle together, Dane brings his hand down from my breast to place two fingers on my clit, and the tight knot in my stomach is starting to uncoil at a quicker speed now.
“You’ve ruined every single part of me, Aria,” Dane whispers, and I look into his eyes as my fingers wrap firmly in the dark locks behind his head. My toes are sliding off the cliff now, and I’m just waiting for the rest of my feet to follow suit before I take the leap.
“Let me feel you fall with me,” Dane whispers.
My fingers clutch Dane’s hair, and my orgasm crashes through me like a tsunami, erupting from my lower belly and knocking over my chest, just as he spills his hot seed inside me. We cry out, my hand tightening in Dane’s hair as his palm presses against my midsection. My body spasms of its own accord, each jolt breaking a piece of my old self off.
