Page 20 of Yours To Keep
“I don’t think you should go home, Magnolia. Aaron and your mother both know where you live. Obviously, you’ve seen what they’re capable of at this point. It’s not safe,” I tell her and she nods, staring at the kitchen floor like she could burn a hole through it. Rage still burns in her eyes, only now it’s a silent storm.
“I can call Kelsea. I’m sure she’ll let me stay with her and Ev,” she wipes stray tears from her eyes, biting her lip so hard I can see the individual imprints of each tooth against the skin.
I step towards her, sliding one hand into her hair and forcing her eyes to mine. My thumb traces her bottom lip, pulling it from its confines between her teeth. She closes her eyes, breathing deeply and leaning into my touch.
“You’ll stay with me, Magnolia,” I tell her, leaving no room for argument. I know she wants to. She just doesn’t want to be the one to say it. But the look in her eyes now, pure gratitude and longing, is all I need to see to confirm what I already know. She wants me just as much as I want her. She feels safe with me and there’s no greater gift in the world, in my opinion. She slides her purse across the bar, digging through it and pulling out her keys.
“Will you drive?” Is all she asks, dropping them into my hand and walking out the front door.
Even though Saturday nights are busy for the bar, I told Megan I had an emergency to take care of. Taking the outside steps up to my apartment, I open the door, motioning for Magnolia to walk inside first. She drops her purse on the kitchen table, kicking her sandals off and dropping onto my couch like a rag doll. I smile, loving the way she makes herself at home here. The lace of her white dress slides up her thighs as she throws her arms over her face. Fuck, her skin is so smooth, so soft.
“How is this real life?” She mumbles, and I scoff.
“Unfortunately, this isn’t even close to the craziest thing I’ve seen, angel. But I am sorry you’re living through it,” I tell her, sitting on the opposite side of the couch and pulling her legs into my lap. I press my fingers into the arches of her feet and she moans softly, the sound shooting straight to my dick.
“Dalton. Fuck meee,” she sighs and I think I might actually drop dead right here, right now.
“Feels good, angel?” I ask, clenching my jaw to keep from sliding my hands any higher.
“Mmmhm. I mean it,” Magnolia says, shifting her weight against the couch cushions.
“Mean what?” I ask, squeezing the muscles of her calves as she bites her bottom lip.
“I want you to fuck me, Dalton,” she says, propping herself up on her elbows and looking me square in the eyes. My hands still against her skin, unsure if I really just heard what I think I did.
“Uhhh…what?” I say, quirking an eyebrow. She sits up on the couch, pulling her legs from my grasp and squaring her shoulders. I see the determined look in her eyes, but this isn’t something to be taken lightly. Whether she’s confirmed it or not, I know Magnolia is a virgin.
“I’m not sure how much clearer I can spell it out,” she says, shrugging, like what she’s asking is not a big deal. “Fuck. Me. Preferably, now.”
“It’s been a long day, Mags. I think you just need to-” she cuts me off, standing abruptly.
“I’m so fucking tired of every single person in my life telling me what I need. You’re not living in my mind, Iris. You don’t understand how utterly exhausting it is to keep this facade in place, to act like the perfect dutiful daughter, to pretend like I don’t have a goddamned brain in my head just to impress some guy who says I’m pretty, but not pretty enough. I’m tired of feeling unworthy. I know you want me. You know you want me. I’m telling you to take me,” she speaks with such passion, such assuredness, I don’t doubt for a second that this is what she truly wants.
“On one condition,” I reply, and her hands fall to her hips.
“Bargaining? I like it. Okay, give me your condition,” she smirks. Standing, I tangle one hand in her hair and use the other to tilt her chin back until she meets my eyes.
“You don’t call me Iris again. Ever. I want to hear my real name coming from those pretty, pink lips when you’re coming on my tongue, angel. Understood?” I ask, and she nods, her eyes never leaving mine.
Before she can say another word, my lips find hers, touching, tasting, claiming her. I lift her into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. My fingertips dig in to the soft flesh of her ass. Every part of her is so pillowy soft, such a contrast to every one of my sharp edges. Her hands weave into my hair, holding meso close we’re sharing the same breath. Her tongue explores my mouth, dancing across mine as her fruity taste explodes on my tongue. Carrying her towards my bedroom, I kick the door open, never breaking our kiss. I’m so completely dissolved in this woman. She’s burrowed under my skin, into my bloodstream like the greatest high I’ve ever felt. I set her on the edge of my bed, the black sheets making her look like the angel she is. I let her go just long enough to pull my t-shirt over my head, and her nails rake down my chest. Hissing out my pleasure, my cock presses painfully against my zipper. She traces her fingertips down my chest, outlining every tattoo within her reach. Her hands find my belt buckle, but I stop her. I don’t want her to feel like she has to rush. No one’s first time is perfect, and I don’t want to hurt her.
“What? Why are you stopping? I want this, Dalton,” she says, her voice breathy and thin. She’s so fucking desperate for me, I can practically taste it on her skin.
“I know you do, angel. I’m not stopping. But I’m not willing to hurt you either. So let me take my time with you, okay?” She nods, and I pull her to her feet, reaching behind her and sliding the zipper down on her dress. It pools at her feet, and I take in the perfect vision in front of me.
Magnolia is all soft curves and pale, smooth skin. I want to devour her. She shrinks a little under my perusal, and I hate it. I never want her feeling like anything less than the incredible creature I see before me now.
“Don’t. You hold your head up high like the fucking queen you are, Magnolia. You are incredible, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the privilege to touch. And I won’t let anyone make you feel less than, not even you. I want you to be exactly who you want to be in every part of this life, Magnolia. But especially when I’m buried inside you. You tell me what you want,understood?” Hooking a finger under her chin, I make sure she sees the truth in my eyes.
Catching her bottom lip between my teeth, I bite down until she gasps as I push her back on to the bed. My body hovers over hers, my cock straining painfully, begging to get to her. Kissing down her neck, I tug down the cups of her lavender colored lace bra, swiping my thumb across her right nipple as I pull the left between my teeth. Nibbling gently, Magnolia groans, spurring me on. I release her nipple with a wet pop, gliding my lips down her stomach until my mouth hovers over her core. I can feel the heat radiating from her pussy, the scent of her arousal shooting straight to my cock.
“Fuck, angel. You’re already soaked for me,” I tell her, pulling her panties to the side and using my free hand to hold her pretty, pink pussy open wide for me. Every inch of her is beautiful, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love the fact that no man has touched her before me. The need to claim her, to taint her, to ruin her for any other man is primal. I slide one finger through her slickness, her tight pussy clenching already, and I’ve barely gotten inside. “You’re gonna have to relax if you want my cock, angel. The more you tense up, the more it’s gonna hurt.”
“So hurt me, Dalton. Make my body ache for you the way my heart already does,” she says, and I’m a goner. I groan, closing my lips around her delicate clit. She bucks against my face, but my hand comes down on her pelvis, holding her tightly in place. I’m gonna feast on this pussy, and there’s nothing she can do to stop me now. Biting down on the sensitive flesh, a noise between a scream and a moan slips past her lips and I commit it to memory. I vow to myself to pull that sound from her as often as possible.
She’s already dripping wet, her arousal coating my lips and chin, pooling on the sheets beneath her. Ridding her of the delicate lace covering her core, I glide the flat of my tongue overher, diving in to her and devouring her like a man starved. Her nails flex against my scalp, tugging my hair down to the root. I don’t know if she knows she’s doing it or not, but she’s fucking my face, riding my tongue as I draw every ounce of pleasure I can from her. And I’m not gonna fucking complain.
Focusing all my attention on her clit, I slide one thick finger inside her until I meet resistance. She’s gonna strangle my cock, but if that’s how I die, then so be it. I see her brows furrow at the intrusion, and I nip at her clit, offering some distraction. Adding a second finger, I scissor them back and forth, stretching her tight walls to the point of pain. She winces and I reach up to toy with her nipple. Pain morphs into pleasure as she writhes against my touch. Like a hairpin trigger, she explodes, coming with a silent scream as her pussy clenches my fingers so tightly I’m not sure they’ll ever work right again. Worth it.
