Page 40 of Depths of Destruction
"You want more?" he barks.
"Yes. Oh God...yes!"
He slaps me again, and the walls of my sex clench his shaft.
He grunts in my ear, breathing hard.
He pounds into me, hitting my sweet spot, and I unravel. His arm catches me when I buckle, holding me up tight to his muscular body.
I spasm so intensely on his cock, my toes curl during my convulsions.
"Mine," he growls and licks behind my ear.
"Andre!"
"Tell me," he orders through clenched teeth.
"Yo...oh God," I scream out as another wave of endorphins crashes through my body.
"Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours." And it's true. I'm his. He fills something in me I didn't know needed attention: something raw and carnal but safe and freeing.
I'm in unchartered waters. I'm used to independence and a bit of loneliness at times. No one takes care of me. I take care of others.
But everything is different with Andre. I've only known him a short time, but he's already proven he'll protect and sacrifice for me. And I've never had any man do either of those things.
My relationships are always surface level and rarely anything more. Only once was there a glimpse of anything else, but it never felt anything like this; sexually, mentally, or emotionally. My former ex-boyfriend never put my needs over his own.
I won't lie to myself or Andre. All of me wants him for the long term. I don't know what it means or how it will work or if it's even possible. Does he mean I'm his now or later? But he's lifted the bar about what a man should be, and I'm now past the point of no return.
He thrusts deep into me one last time and stretches my walls as we both shatter into our highs.
My body is a rag doll he holds. He rolls onto his ass and straddles me over him. "Don't just say it."
"I'm not," I whisper, surprised a man so strong and powerful could be emotionally capable of telling me what he wants, as if he needs me more than I need him.
He nods and kisses me as if I'm his everything. As if no problems in our world exist, and the only two people who matter are us.
And I wish it were the case.
8
Andre
When I open my eyes,Naomi's tracing the Semper Fi tattoo on my arm, creating zings wherever her finger touches.
Good. I didn't dream of her.
I never expected her when I rescued her. She lit something in me I didn't know existed, and I'm not sure what to make of it, but I am sure I want more of whatever she'll give me.
I stroke her head.
She shyly glances up, still a bit sleepy. It's the first time I've seen that expression on her. It only stirs my testosterone further. "Morning."
"Have you been up long?"
"Not too long. Glad you got some sleep."
