Page 76 of Craving Dahlia

“You’re still hard. You’re?—”

“Oh, I am,” I assure her. “And I’m going to fuck you until you come on my cock the way you just came on my face.”

I thrust into her, hard, my cock sliding into her with ease from how wet she is. She clasps tightly around me, drawing me into her wet, hot depths, and I cover her mouth with mine, devouring her in a deep kiss. When she slides her tongue over my bottom lip, licking away her own arousal, I feel my cock throb painfully inside of her. I already, desperately, need to come again.

“Alek.” She whispers my name against my mouth, her legs wrapping around my hips. Her fingers slide down my back, over more of the scarring, and I hold myself still inside of her for a moment, looking down at her. “I want you,” she whispers. “I want you just as much as I did before. More, even, now that you’ve told me the truth. I wantthis. I want the man I met tonight.”

“You have him.” The promise comes from me effortlessly, and I want—God,I want to be able to keep it. I draw my hips back, sliding out of her slowly, inch by inch until I’m fully out of her, the tip wedged against her dripping entrance, and then I push back in with excruciating slowness, savoring the feeling of her wrapping around every inch of my length. “I’ll never lie to you again, Dahlia. I’ll never hide anything from you. I?—”

I love you.The words nearly slip from my lips, but I bite them back. We’re not there yet, not so soon, not with the wounds between us still raw. We both need to heal, to trust each other,andthen, then I’ll tell her. Then I’ll say to her what I’ve only ever said to one woman before, and thought I’d never say again. What I will never say again to any other woman but her.

She wraps herself around me, moving with every thrust, her perfect body arching against mine. I forget to worry about the scars, forget about everything except how good she feels wrapped around me, how nothing and everything has changed all at once, and how the thing I feared most hasn’t happened.

She still wants me. All of this is real; none of it is faked. I can feel her tightening around me, feel her arching and shuddering, hear her moaning gasps as I thrust into her again and again. She’s as bare to me as I am to her right now, and I fuck her as slowly as I can in the tangled blankets in the middle of the bed, until I can’t go slowly any longer and I need to come again.

“Come for me,zhena,” I murmur, thrusting harder, the ache in my cock unbearably pleasurable and painful all at once. “Wife. Come for me, Dahlia?—”

She throws her head back, a keening wail of pleasure spilling from her lips as her nails dig into my back, furrowing in my skin, and I fucking hope those scar, too. I hope I have the marks of her pleasure on me for the rest of my life—and that thought sends me over the edge as she flutters and clenches around me, hips arching into mine as she rides my cock through her orgasm, and I spill into her for the second time tonight.

I shudder, hips rocking into hers with every spurt, the feeling of being inside of her bare as blissfully exquisite as the first time, and I never want it to stop. I’m almost disappointed to feel myself start to soften as my orgasm fades—although staying hard for three rounds would be a shock—and I pull her into me as I roll to my side, unwilling to let her go.

“I never thought I’d have this again,” I murmur into her hair, as she curls close to me. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Dahlia. I promise you that.”

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In the morning,I go to Dimitri’s office on the lower level of the mansion, intending to make good on that promise. Both Dahlia and I had breakfast in her room, before I hadherfor breakfast again, and the feeling of waking up with her, of having her so close to me and the feeling of everything being right between us, was so good that I didn’t want to leave.

For the first time in so fucking long, I didn’t feel like a ghost. I felt like a man again, in my own skin, whole and desired. I don’t want to give that up. I don’t want to giveherup.

Which means I have to keep her safe. I can’t let what happened a week ago happen again.

I rap sharply on the door, and hear Dimitri call out “come in,” from inside. I step into the cool office, and Dimitri looks up, concern instantly wrinkling his forehead.

“Is Dahlia alright?”

I nod. “She woke up last night. She’s going to go find Evelyn and talk to her. But I need your help.”

Dimitri looks at me, his lips pressed together. He lets out a slow breath. “Alek, I would have helped you from the start. As soon as you showed back up. You didn’t have to wait for everything to go to hell. And what you went through?—”

“I don’t want to talk about that right now.” I really don’t. After last night, I feel raw. I don’t have it in me to go through it all again yet.

Dimitri sighs. “Alek, we need to talk about why?—”

“Not right now,” I insist. “We’ll talk about it later. Right now, I need to make sure Dahlia is safe.”

Dimitri nods. “We agree on that. I’ll have security on her. She should have had a bodyguard from the start, but I didn’t want to impose on her. God knows Evelyn nearly bit my head off over it at first. I left it to you to ask—and clearly?—”

“---you should have anyway. I know I fucked up.” My jaw tightens. “That’s why I’m here now. I want to take her to one of the safe houses.”

Dimitri’s eyebrows go up. “That seems extreme.”

“You don’t know Gregoriy Volnov. You didn’t meet with him when he was here, either. He won’t stop until he gets her now, as well as me. He’ll be angry. He’ll want to punish me, and he’ll do that by taking her, and then coming for me. I need to take him out, but I can’t do that if I’m worried about her.”

“She’ll be safe here?—”

“She’d be safer hidden away, with dedicated security, somewhere he won’t look.”

“Alek.” Dimitri blows out a sharp breath. “She’ll be safe here. But I’ll help you find this man. I can put Vik on it today. He’ll see what he can trace from the warehouse. We’ll find this Gregoriy, and we’ll take him out.”

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