Page 30 of Yours To Keep
“It’s nothing specifically that he did today. I mean, he grabbed my arm but-” Fire blazes in his eyes and I feel my core clench. Before Dalton, I never would have said violence turned me on.
“HE WHAT?!” He shouts, and from any other man I might wince, might feel unsafe. But hearing his outrage at any man putting their hands on me.
“Calm down, I’m okay. Really, he didn’t hurt me.” I rub my hands up and down his chest soothingly and I feel the tiniest bit of tension leave his body, even though his eyes are dark and furious.
“He has no right to touch you, Magnolia.” He won’t look me in the eye, but I know he’s contemplating the consequences of murder right now.
“You’re right, Dalton. He has no right to touch me. The only man who has any right to my body is you,” I say, my palm resting against his cheek as I drag his eyes to mine. “Only you, honey.”
Before I can breathe, his lips are on mine, not asking but demanding, firm, needy. Like he’s desperate to taste the sincerity in my words. His kiss is sensual, always exactly what I need at any moment. His lips trail down my neck, a moan slipping from my lips as he picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist before he walks us into my bedroom. We fall onto the bed, his body heavy on top of mine as he pushes my shirt up to kiss my stomach, my hips, every inch of skin he can find.
“Every single piece of you tastes like heaven, angel. Tastes like mine.” He growls against my skin and I melt into the mattress. The world outside this room could burn to the ground and I would die happy now. He peels my leggings off, groaning as he realizes I’m bare underneath.
“I love knowing my pussy is bare underneath whatever you’re wearing. Knowing I could lift one of those pretty little dressesyou love to tease me with and slide my cock inside you at any time, any place.” I shiver at his words, the heat of his breath fanning across my inner thighs as he shoulders his way between my legs.
“Yours,” is all I can manage before his tongue meets my center in a long, languid stroke.
“Mine, Magnolia. And I’m gonna take you any way I can because you belong to me. This perfect fucking body is mine.” He nips at my clit and I groan loudly. I feel an unfamiliar pressure pushing against the tight muscles of the one place I’ve never even considered an option sexually. “This exquisite ass will be mine. I’ve been dreaming about it since the first time I saw you in one of those fucking dresses.”
“But I haven’t-” I start, but he cuts me off.
“Have I ever hurt you, angel? No. I’m not gonna start now. I’ll make sure you’re ready to take me before I do. But I will, because this beautiful body belongs to me and I’m gonna claim every inch of it.” His tongue darts out, tasting me gently before he closes his lips around my clit and sucks hard.
“Oh, fuck!” I yell, burying my fingers in the shaggy hair on top of his head. I pull shamelessly and he groans against me, making my skin tingle. His thumb presses against my ass and my orgasm crashes through me.
“That’s my girl. Come for me, angel,” he says.
My back bows off the mattress as I ride the high, letting the feeling flow across every nerve ending in my body. This man owns me, wholly and completely. But for once in my life, that kind of ownership doesn’t scare me. I want to lean into it, embrace everything that makes me his.
fourteen
Wakingup in Magnolia’s bed, her soft body wrapped around mine, is a dream I hope I never wake up from. Her head is nestled in the curve of my shoulder, her breathing soft and steady. Fuck, she is beautiful. Her deep red curls spread across my arm and I thank god for the privilege of holding her like this. As if she can sense me watching her, a smile splits her lips.
“It’s creepy to watch people sleep, Dalton,” she says with her eyes still closed, and I scoff.
“I’m already creepy, baby. Might as well embrace it.” I kiss her forehead, running my fingers through her curls. “God, you are so gorgeous.”
She blushes, the deep red color staining her skin, and I wish I could save this image in my mind forever. She isn’t used to hearing such praise, but it’s all she’s ever gonna get from me. Thunder rumbles outside and she jumps slightly.
“What was that, angel? You scared of storms?” I ask, holding her a little tighter.
“Not really scared. Just…nervous. Don’t make fun. I know I’m a grownup and I shouldn’t be scared,” she says, pulling the comforter up under her chin. She looks so fucking cute.
“How about we stay in today? We can read, maybe have a little sex, maybe have some snacks, see where the day takes us?” I suggest jokingly, but totally serious.
She giggles, pink dusting across her cheeks in the way it always does when she’s both embarrassed and turned on. I wish I could trace every freckle with my tongue. I’d spend every single day for the rest of my life memorizing her perfect skin if she let me. She jumps up from the bed, my black t-shirt hanging off her shoulder. Damn, she looks perfect in my clothes. Better than I ever have in them, that’s for damn sure. She disappears down the hall for only a moment before walking back into the room with her e-reader in one hand and a glass of water in the other. I take the glass when she offers it to me and she slides back into bed, curling into my side like she’s always belonged there.
“Whatcha reading this week, angel?” I ask, setting the glass down and wrapping her tighter against me.
“It’s a…ummm…it’s just,” she’s embarrassed about something. I’m not sure why, we’ve read a lot of the same things. I doubt there’s anything she could read that would surprise me at this point.
“Spit it out, come on. Mafia? Brother’s best friend? Tell me, angel.” I snag her kindle, using my free hand to pin her down to the mattress as she tries to snatch it back.
“Dalton! Give it back!” She squeals, which only makes me hold it out further. Now I have to know what she’s hiding. I tap the screen and read the first paragraph I see aloud.
“Even though I love the pain and the blood now coating our bodies and hands, I grab the knife between us, moving it away to give me room…Magnolia Azalea! What the hell kind of pornography are you reading?” I say, smiling down at her as shecovers her face with both hands. I see a deep red blush staining her bare skin, and I bite my lip. I wanna taste every fucking inch of this woman.
“Give it back!” she says, kicking her legs wildly beneath me. I lower my body down on top of her, pining her firmly in place. She looks away, embarrassed. I toss her kindle to the side and wrap my hand around her throat, gentle but commanding, and drag her gaze back to mine.
