Page 87 of Sweet Chaos
“When’s it up?” he persisted.
“November.”
“I’ll buy you out of it.”
“Um, no. I can’t let you do that.”
“Why the fuck not?”
There were so many reasons, I wouldn’t even know where to begin. We’d spent months sneaking around. We were a badly kept secret and it was a miracle that nobody in my family had found out about us. But I couldn’t keep living like this. I was as bad as my father with his mistress, but the difference was that the guilt was starting to eat away at me and my conscience was troubled.
“Why do you want me to move in?” I asked, picking up the conversation again on our way back to the villa. I was sun-drowsy and a little bit buzzed from the rum cocktails.
“I’ll show you why.”
I padded across the smooth dark wood floor, knowing exactly what he intended to show me. We stripped naked and fell onto the bed diagonally, the sheets so crisp and white, the ceiling fans cooling my skin, a sea breeze floating through the open doors. It was the golden hour, the light softer and warmer, magical, making this feel almost dreamlike.
His hands, lips, tongue caressed every inch of my body, leaving chills in their wake on my sun-kissed skin, sending ripples of heat between my quivering thighs. Damp heat circled my nipple then he tugged it between his teeth, pinching my other nipple between his fingers. I thrust my hips, seeking the friction as his hard length glided through my slick heat, teasing me with the promise of more.
“You’re so wet for me,” he said, his lips ghosting down my neck, his voice low and husky. “Fucking drenched.”
“I want you inside me,” I gritted out as he continued his gentle assault on my body, teasing and coaxing, withholding the one thing I wanted most. It was a familiar theme. Him making me wait until I was so desperate, he had me begging for more. Dylan liked to have that control.
“I love the way your sweet little pussy clenches my cock.”
I whimpered, my core clenching just at the mention of it. Iachedfor him. Nobody could turn me on like Dylan could. He didn’t even have to touch me to make me wet for him.
“Love the sounds you make when I pound into you.”
Oh God. I whimpered again.
Arms braced on either side of me, he hovered above me, his muscles flexing and bunching. I reached up with both of my hands and cradled his face, pulling his mouth to mine. We moaned into our kiss, and I inhaled his exhales, filling my lungs with his every breath, my hands gliding to the back of his head, fingers tugging on the ends of his hair.
Until finally,finally, he guided his tip to my entrance and he was inside me in one quick thrust. My legs clamped around his back, his hips gyrating, grinding and circling, not giving me a chance to adjust to this fullness.
“Do you need more incentive?” he asked, and I’d forgotten the reason for his question.
“I need more of everything,” I panted.More of you. All of you.
He was kissing me again, his hands strong and gentle, stroking me. And I was nothing but my body. This sweet exquisite torture with no barriers between us.
“Fuck. You feel so good.” A groan escaped my lips when he slid out, leaving me empty. Bereft. “Tell me who owns this fucking pussy.” He pinched my clit between his fingers and I let out a yelp of pleasure mingled with pain.
My fingernails dug into his back, scraping the skin, my breathing labored.
“Say it,” he commanded.
“You do,” I gritted out as he drove back into me.
“Nobody else gets to fuck you.”Thrust.“This pussy is mine.”Thrust. “Mine.”
Then he stilled and he looked down at me, his blue-gray eyes locked on mine, and something in his expression had me furrowing my brows in concern. I placed my palm on his cheekbone, wanting to soothe his troubled mind. “What’s wrong?”
“Fuck, Starlet. What have you done to me?” he asked, his voice raw, anguished like it was painful to say the words.
I didn’t answer. It was the same thing he’d done to me. Ruined me for all others.
I watched his face and it felt like this was the first time he had ever let me see him,reallysee him. His naked vulnerability, so real and raw and beautiful. It felt more intimate than any of the other times. It was heady, so intoxicating it was almost too much.
