Page 76 of Secrets That Bind Us
“No!” I scream as the form runs toward me, Micah’s dark laughs sound and feel like dark whisps of smoke in my ear. “NO!”
“VERITY!” the form above me roars. “VERITY!”
I open my eyes to face the monster above, but it’s Dean, shaking me awake.
My arms wrap around him, tugging him to me, needing to feel his weight on me. “Dean!”
It’s a rush. It’s everything I need. Wrapping my legs around him, I fumble, grasping all of him, needing him closer. Inside of me. I need to swallow his every moan, every breath, and he doesn’t fight me although his eyes are filled with concern. He’s hot, hard, like velvet steel in my hands, but I need him.
He shoves into me. “Christ Verity, you’re shaking.”
“Dean, please! Take it away. Please, please, please.” I sob, but he doesn’t move. Like he knows I don’t need the friction, I just need him as close to me as I can have him.
“I’m here, baby. I’m not leaving.” He finally pistons his hips, and I call out his name. “That’s right, baby. I’m here. Just us, pretty girl. All mine, aren’t you, Verity?”
“Yes!” I moan, I reach down and grab his hips, moving my hips to meet his every thrust, needing him closer, grinding down, feeling him sodeep, filling every void I’ve ever felt, suffocating without him. “I love you, Dean. I love you,” Ibreathe.
He barely moves, letting me take what I need, chasing the high, feeling his flesh under my fingers. I kiss his chest, lick over every line tattooed on his body I can reach, licking up the dried salt off his skin, frenzied, hungry, satiating every need I’ve ever needed because this man… fills me. Every void I’ve ever felt is obliterated. My hands go from his ass to his shoulders, around his torso, pressing him closer, pulling him in the undertow with me, to get carried away with me, to
drown,
drown,
d r o w n.
But he doesn’t let me.
With a masculine groan, his thrusts grow hard, brutal, arms going under me to grab my ass, and he spreads me, only to pummel deeper, harder, growing as frantic as I am. “Yes, Verity. Is this what you needed?”
I’m insane. I should be cowering from my nightmare, trying to recover, but I can’t. Not when my dream is above me. “Take it from me, Dean, please.”
“I’ll take all of it, baby. So be my good girl and give it to me.”
I angle my hips, letting him power into me, but chasing every motion, every zing and spark that scatters through me, reaching up to the nape of his neck, feeling the hair there. I grasp, bucking back, fucking back, until I’m nothing but frazzled nerve endings, my legs tighten around him. I cry out his name like it’s the most holiest of names, presenting myself like a sacrificial offering, ready to be slain, and then a tortured gasp fills the dark room as it goes
s i l e n t.
There’s a strike of lightning so bright that I can see us, as if I’ve been projected onto the ceiling. Not even the sound of reckoning thunder above or the pelting of rain against the window disturbs this moment.
We are a sculptured masterpiece; our likeness caught in moratorium.
Entangled limbs, parted lips gasping praises, a silver string of souls entwined for eternity, destined, surrounds us.
He cries out my name in a devastating, tormented cacophony, and I amruined.
Nothing more than a marble statue as it hits the ground, shattering into a million little pieces…
Then he kisses me…
And puts me back together again.
Some of the pieces aren’t mine…
They’re his.
They werealwayshis.
Chapter Thirty
