Page 90 of Secrets That Bind Us
Without slipping out of me, he flips us so quickly so I’m on my back and he shoves my thighs apart so wide the stretch hurts. Dean sits back on his heels, just the crown of his thick, mushroom tip inside of me. that teasing playfulness of his is gone. Staring down at me is the dark angel God sent to torture my heart, body, mind and soul. But only torture it enough to be able to put it back together. How he weaves every bit of my being to fit into his is fascinating.
He motions his head to the small wand in my hand, but he doesn’t take those blazing eyes of his off mine. “Go on, baby. Show me how you made yourself come thinking of me.” He murmurs.
It’s a low, erotic, masculine command made to set me on fire and it works. I click it on, finding the constant vibration setting I enjoy and place it directly on my clit. My back arches immediately at the contact and I moan into the room.
“Fuck. That’s my girl. You just clenched around me and I swear you just got wetter. I want that again. Keep going, baby.”
So I do. Over and over I roll it over my clit, drawing tiny circles. His hands move to the inside of my thighs, pressing them further down. Splitting me open to his scrutinization. My hips roll, seeking more of him,needingmore of him. But he stays completely still, letting me use him.
“There’s my girl, look at you using me. Such a filthy fucking girl. But you love my dick, don’t you baby? Made for you… Every millimeter of me wasmade for you. There you go, baby. Don’t fucking stop. Sooo fucking sexy like this. All mine, aren’t you?”
“All yours.” I moan, nodding, bucking my hips to take him further.
He smirks like the divine devil he is. “That’s right, baby. Mmm…fuck. Your pussy looks so fucking good swallowing me. It’s my favorite sight. Creaming all over me, baby. God, I want to eat it. I wanna lick that pussy fucking clean when you come for me. Oh,fuuuccckkk…” One hand goes to my breast and he pinches my nipple, pulling it to the other one, using just the one giant hand to pinch them together.
The sensation is almost too much. My eyes cross and my back arches again but he doesn’t let me go.
He chuckles darkly. “Some things never change. One day these are gonna leak for me and I’m gonna suck ‘em dry, baby.”
I’m gonna go crazy. “Dean, please!”
He lets go of my breasts, slapping one and then the other roughly but I love it. He knows just how much to give me and when. He fists his hand, putting it to the side of me and looms over me. I swear for a second I can see his black wings behind him. Dark angel. Mine. So very mine. My heart constricts at that knowledge. His eyes glimmer like indigo stars against a black sky.
He breathes against my lips and my hips roll in search of more of him. “Please, Dean!”
“What is it, pretty girl? You need me to fuck you, hmm? That toy ain’t enough, is it?”
“No! Please! I need you!”
“Damn fucking right you need me. This pussy aches for me, doesn’t she?” he drags his cock out and shoves it back in until his balls are against my ass.
“Yes!” I squeal.
He puts his forearm in my mouth and I bite down on it. He growls in approval. “Be a good fucking girl for me and take my dick. I want you to make me bleed, baby.”Thrust. I bite down harder, the bruising rhythm of his thrusts getting harsher. I whimper around his arm and bite down harder. “Fuck, yes.”Thrust thrust thrust. “There you go, pretty girl.” My back arches and I let out a scream into his flesh when I come so hard my legs shake and I swear I pee myself a little. “Fuck. Yes. That’s it. Squirt all over my dick, baby. Fuck!” He rips his arm off my lips and devours with my mouth with his, fucking into me like a savage beast like he can’t get enough – or still punishing me for leaving him behind.
But I’ll take his wrath. Every day.
I throw one arm to clutch his taut, muscular back etched in scars and tattoos. Eachthrustmakes me gasp into his mouth. Each one sends me further into ecstasy. My nails dig into his flesh, my other hand doing its best to hold onto the vibrator but it’s lost between us as my pelvis does everything to meet his. I tear away from him to cry out his name and the look in his eyes is feral.
“That’s my baby. My girl. Forever my girl. Ah,fuck!”
He stills above me, cock throbbing inside of me, every pulse so thick I canfeelit and it sends me into another smaller, ripple of rapture. He taps his forehead to mine, kissing me so sweetly. We hear a clatter and peek over to see my vibrator inching along the hardwood. We look back at each other and burst into another fit of laughter.
When we finally stop, he shakes his head and kisses me once more. But before he can say it I take his face in my hands. “I love you, Dean Carson. Forever.”
The storms in his eyes quiet down… and I watch them change from indigo back to blue.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Verity
Present Day
“Mom?” Savannah says from the backseat as we leave The Ink Plot the next day.We’re getting so much closer to opening day we spend all of our free time at the bookshop.
“Yes?”
“I dropped my camera somewhere.”
