Page 68 of Watercolor Skulls

The bed shifts and that alone makes me moan out loud. He presses his body up against mine, lying beside me. He nudges my head to the side with his nose so that he can have access to my neck. He kisses me there, oh god his mouth is so warm.

When he places his hand on my stomach I jerk at the touch. He chuckles low, sending a surge of blood to a place I now need him to touch. I shift my hips off the bed in invitation. His fingers drag lightly in that direction but stop.

My bottom lip pops out in a pout. He captures it between his teeth. Holy shit. He releases it, tapping his finger over my lips. “So impatient, love.”

“I need you,” I mouth against his finger.

“And, you have me.”

I open my eyes. He’s staring at me, a smile spreads across his handsome face. “Do I?”

“You do. Now shut up and close your eyes.”

So, I do. He places a gentle kiss over each of my eyelids and then he gives me everything I asked for and more. He slides a hand under my head and grips my hair tightly, pulling my head back to expose my throat. His mouth descends there, kissing, sucking but it’s his other hand that has me mesmerized.

It snakes down my torso, and when he reaches the promise land I moan loudly. He grips my hair tighter as he kicks a leg over one of mine, effectively holding me right where he wants me. His warm hand covers me and then he presses the base of his palm over my clit firmly.

“Yessss,” I hiss as my eyelids flutter. I want to open my eyes and watch so badly, but I also want to please him and do as he asks.

His warm mouth moves lower. When his tongue flicks at my hardened nipple I begin to writhe in his grip. “Dan,” I say breathlessly.

One finger slides into me and I begin to tremble. His palm rocks against me in a slow rhythm. More, oh god I need more. When a second finger joins the first, I try to wiggle against his palm seeking more friction, but his heavy leg keeps me pinned. His mouth works its way back up to my ear.

His breath is hot on my neck. “Are you ready for me, baby?”

I try to nod but I can’t. “Please.” I almost cry, I want him so bad.

Without releasing my hair, he shifts over the top of me, nudging my legs apart with his knee. When he settles himself, his cock bumps against me, and I almost come from that alone.

“Dan, please, I need you,” I rasp, raising my hips, groaning as his length glides over me. “Oh, shit, Dan, I’m going to come.”

“Open your eyes,” he says, his voice rough and demanding.

When my eyes lock on his I still my hips. There’s so much there. He stares back at me. He tugs on my hair, driving his point home. “We come together.”

I swallow, his eyes dipping to my neck to watch the movement. He licks his lips. “I’m going to fuck you into tomorrow.”

My back arches off the bed as he slides in. He pumps slowly until tears are running out the corners of my eyes. “You’re mine, Lily. You can’t escape me. No matter how far you run, I will follow.” He picks up his pace, shifting his hips slightly.

“Oh, god,” I moan.

“Your body is mine, your mind, your secrets…” his thrusts become more demanding. My thighs begin to tremble around his hips. “You will give them all to me, won’t you, baby?” he asks.

“I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours,” I chant mindlessly.

When his eyes snag mine, they are blazing amber. I hold my breath, treading quietly in his rhythmic motions. “Come,” his one word command brutally yanks me to the surface. I gasp, every muscle in my body locking around him. I convulse in his arms as his body tightens. The tension pours from our bodies. He drops his head in the crook of my neck, struggling to catch his breath.

Immediately, silent tears fall from my eyes. More years of bottled up emotions, released once again by this brute of a man. My man. He has me. Dan raises his head and licks the tears away, our bodies still connected. He kisses me in a way that lets me know I’m safe, that we are good, more than good.

After a few minutes he reluctantly lifts himself off of me and walks into the bathroom, turning the shower on. I try to sit up, but my body is completely drained after the day I’ve had. He comes back into the room and scoops me up. I don’t even have the energy to fight him.

He sets me gently on my feet and begins to wash me head to toe then I watch as he washes himself. God, he’s beautiful. Dan is built like a Greek god. Chiseled out of stone. He’s combing his fingers through his beard when he notices me studying him. He smiles, a brilliant white smile that melts my heart.

“I’m falling,” I whisper.

His smile falters and he pulls me into his chest. “Don’t be scared, we are falling together,” he says softly, running his fingers through my wet hair. He pushes me back so he can look me in the eye. “And we will land together.”

“Promise?” I run my hands over his chest, still uncertain that a man like this could possibly be mine.

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