Page 14 of Who I Crave To Be

Deano flips us again, pinning my hands above my head until he’s balls deep inside of me again growling, “Me, baby.Givemeall of that attention.” Then he lets go, my arms falling slack and I lurch forward, clawing my way down his back and digging my nails in deep, making my way down his ripped and defined muscles.

“Fuck yes, mark me, sweetness.Make me yours while I worship this sweet pussy.”

Deano pulls out abruptly and jumps from the bed.I sputter in confused outrage until he returns with more ties.Gripping my slender wrists, he flips me onto my stomach and spanks my ass before he binds my arms to the handles of the bedside tables.My chest falls flat to the bed in this position and I turn my head to the right, so I don’t bury my nose in the pillows.Grabbing my hips, he thrusts my ass into the air and brings me high onto my knees, until I feel like a sculpture on display.

“That’s a real good fucking sight, baby,” he growls a moment before I realize where his head is.The warmth of his breath kisses against me as he burrows his face into my pussy from behind, eating me out like I’m his last meal.

“Oh fuck!”I whimper, panting into the sheets as my emotions coil into one all-consuming white-hot inferno which burns me alive.Before my mind calms in the haze, Deano enters me again, fucking me with the desire of a man possessed.The desire I could only ever have dreamed of.Here, right now in the arms of this powerful and darkly brooding man, I feel like I’m the only thing he sees.The only thing he needs and together, we’ll go down in flames.

“Fuck, I can’t stop!I can’t stop!I’m coming,” I chant, drunk and soul-hovering above my damn body.

“That’s a good girl, squirt for me, Sin.Squirt all fucking over me.”

And I do, I squirt all over his thick dick as he drowns in my juices.

We fuck all through the night, into the early hours of the morning.Everything within me stills to the calmness that settles around me, like the settled waves of the sea.Hues of yellow and purple bleed through the curtains as I blink open my eyes and turn to see Deano laying beside me on his front.Sleeping soundly, back bare and muscles gathered in a way that makes my pussy clench.It’s strange how normal all of this feels, how I can picture myself waking up beside him like thiseverymorning.

The thought startles me and I bolt upright in bed, reminding myself of all the reasons this could never be more than what it is.

A weekend, I’ll never forget.

Because I’m not this girl.The one who gets the guy and the rush that never ends.I’m the girl who lives in reality and has people relying on her.Responsibilities.Ones I’d never ignore.

Slinking from the bed, I pick up Deano’s discarded shirt and put it on.It falls to my knees and sits coolly against my skin.Wandering over to the bay windows, I run my fingers over the spines of the books that are neatly placed on the built-in shelves that sit inside the wall, arched around the window.It’s still early, so the sky outside is a sight to see as day begins to fight the night.

Deciding I need a drink before I start binge reading, picking the books over the man no doubt, because who wouldn’t? We all want what we can never have.

I head towards the kitchen.

Something feels so right about this, about being here.I had thought Deano was something else entirely when I met him in the club.A little excitement that I’d forever carry with me.I had no idea I’d find a man that seems too perfect to be true.His family is dangerous.The warning is in the title of who they are.The guy is in the mafia for fuck’s sake, but it’s nothing like I expected.Photos cover the wall by the stairs.They start at the top and are placed all the way down to the foot of the staircase.Photos of him with men who look just like him.

A lot of them.

Beautiful women that smother him in loving hugs and kisses that look at him with the affection that can only come from family.They all look so happy, so close and so damn normal.Everything in Deano’s home is understated and warm.I could lose myself here.

He promised that the life isn’t dangerous.Because all that he wants is what I already have.

Normality.

Making myself a cup of hot cocoa from the mixture I found in the kitchen, I head back upstairs and settle into the shadows and begin to read one of the books I’ve picked from the shelves.

And while she searched her entire life for what she could not put into words, she did not know that no words are needed for fulfillment.It’s in the calmness of your soul, the love of your life.In the still night, when you breathe and realize it finally doesn’t hurt.

I let the words I’m reading settle in.They resound within my mind as everything is so settled and quiet, I hadn’t expected the hand which comes out of nowhere and caresses my cheek.I blink, still entranced as I glance up slowly and see Deano step into the little light I have from the small lighting fixture placed above meon the underside of the shelf.It’s dim and sultry and not bright enough to illuminate us much, so together, we share the darkness.

“You’re reading?”he asks lowly, a soft whisper into my still space.I nod, lips parting as he traces the seam with his thumb staring at me like he's mesmerized.“Read something to me.”

I don’t need to refer to the pages of a book to know my all-time favorite quote.“And the girl tried her hand at a thousand lives, only to find the one with him was the only one to ever truly matter,” I breathe.Slow and quiet as I allow the words to coil around us and settle in close.“Because to be with him, was to live a thousand lives without even trying.”

“That’s beautiful.What book is that from?”he rasps, coming to his knees before me as he parts my thighs and settles into the curve of my body which fits him so perfectly.

“Who I Crave To Be,” I whisper.Lost in the storm that wars within the stark blue of his eyes.They gather in his depth like storm clouds and I find myself wanting to stand within the riot.

“I don’t think I’ve heard of that one,” he utters, running his nose up the curve of my throat making me shudder.

“That’s because I’m still writing it.”

Imoan into the sheets, rolling onto my stomach lost to the pleasure which burns in my groin and feathers throughout my entire body.The quick whip of the belt echoes through the night, my only warning before it reddens my ass with a strike that has me purring.Everything around me is burning bright.A stark light I dance within as I float beyond all coherent desire.

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