0122
Neah
Standing over the empty cribs in the nursery, I still wasn't happy that the twins would be sleeping in here tonight. Though I knew it was in their best interests, it still hurt.
"I thought I would find you here." Damiens deep voice echoes around me, making the room feel emptier than what it is. "You know I'm on duty tonight."
I spin around to look at him with wide eyes. "You are?"
"Dane thought you would feel more comfortable if it were me. You know I won't let anyone hurt them."
"Thanks." I mumble.
"Plus I can keep an eye on Dottie."
"The nightmares are getting worse again, aren't they?" I had heard her last night. Whimpers of desperation that she couldn't explain.
He nods his head and sighs.
"She's young. She has a loving father." He rolls his eyes at my words. Almost seven months on and he still wasn't used to his new role. "She has the chance to grow up surrounded by people who adore her. It will become a distant memory." He leans against the door frame and folds his arms. "She's got a chance that you never had."
I smile sadly. She really was lucky that Damien had found her and not another asshole. Though he never did get a chance to find out if Salem had known she was in the bar.
"Were you looking for me?" I ask, remembering what he first said.
"I was."
""Why?"
He furrows his brow, choosing his next words carefully. "Blair had a gun."
"I didn't see a gun."
"Mallory said it was shoved down the back of her leather leggings. That's why she jumped down from the tree when she did. She thought you were going to get shot." "She told you that?"
He dips his chin and waits for me to say something else. When I don't say anything, he tells me that Mallory was just trying to help.
"Like the time she tried to help Cassandra?" The spite rolls off my tongue.
"She's never forgiven herself for that. She has killed others, but she has never forgiven herself for what she did to you." "Good."
"She can't change the past, Neah. None of us can."
His words stab my heart. Dane had said the exact same thing. Telling me could only make a better future. "You think I should forgive her?"
"I think you should at least listen to her. Then if you still don't like her. She will leave." I could see it in his face that he hated the idea of her leaving. "I can be there if it makes you feel comfortable." "No."
"Neah she's trying....."
"No, I mean, I will go but I don't want you there."
He raises an eyebrow at me, "Are you sure?"
"I will talk with her tomorrow."
'And then she can leave.' Nyx murmurs. I don't repeat her words as Damien walks away with a smile.
****
It felt impossible to relax. Like I shouldn't be allowed to. The boys hadn't stirred so far, sleeping heavily as Damien and another guard hovers outside their door.
"They are fine." Dane mutters, pulling me toward the bathtub.
His lips catch my jawline, inching along my chin towards the mark on my neck.
"You need to relax." He murmurs, sending his breath fanning across my skin and igniting every nerve ending.
He steps back, watching me.
"Now take off your clothes." Pulling the sweatshirt up over my head, a smile spreads across his face.
His crimson eyes alight with hunger and desire.
I keep my eyes locked with his as I slowly push down my leggings and panties and step out of them.
""Get in." He orders.
Stepping into the hot water, I let out a gasp. The heat was always a comfort, draining the worries from me.
Hugging my knees to my chest, I close my eyes, letting everything fall away when he steps in behind me. His legs slide down either side of mine as he pulls me back against his solid chest. His hardened length is already pressing against my lower back.
His teeth catch my earlobe, sucking it into his mouth as his hands cup my breasts.
Thumbs brush over my hardened nipples followed by a quick pinch as his lips move from my ear to my neck, drawing a quiet moan from my throat as he sucks on the mark he gave me.
Tipping my head back on his shoulder, his lips roughly find mine.
He sucks in my bottom lip, dragging his teeth along it before releasing me.
Grabbing my jaw with one of his hands, he keeps my face tipped towards his as his other hand slips beneath the surface of the water, diving to that sweet spot between my thighs.
"Dane." I whisper as he drags a finger across my folds, igniting the dull ache in my core.
The corners of his lips curl up as his hand firmly cups my pussy. "What do you want?" "I want you." I murmur back.
He makes a singular stroke that sends my nerves wild and automatically my hips are pushing up against his hand, desperate for more than just a stroke.
My movements send water crashing over the side of the tub and his grip on my pussy tightens to still me.
Staring into his crimson eyes, "I want more.".
His finger slides in a little further but nothing more. It was so agonisingly slow and something told me he knew exactly what he was doing.
"Please." I whisper.
His crimson eyes stay locked on mine. He doesn't say anything, but flicks his finger a little.
My patience growing thin, I slide my own hand down into the water, forcing it under his and start circling my own clit.
His eyes narrow as he gazes at me. He loved it when I played with myself. But he loved it more when he could see every inch of me.
My mouth drops as a low groan rumbles through me and he pushes a second finger inside.
"Oh Dane." My hips buck against our hands but he keeps his fingers slow and steady as I throbbed around them.
Suddenly, he drives a third finger into me. My core clenches as I try to hold back the orgasm building inside of me. It doesn't work and I'm shattering around him, rocking my hips as the orgasm runs its course.
He pulls me around, ignoring the water as more sloshes over the side. His cock is pressed against my pussy as he pulls me in closer for a kiss. Locking his hands in my dark hair, his tongue dips between my lips, exploring my mouth.
Lifting my hips, I slide my wetness up and down the length of his throbbing cock, letting my juices coat him before positioning him against my entrance.
Gripping my hips, he slams me down on his length, not even giving me a chance to adjust, forcing a squeal of pain and pleasure from me as he fills me.
"You are so fucking sexy." He growls as his fingers dig into my hips and he thrusts upwards, smiling as my jaw drops.
Holding onto his shoulders, I slowly guide myself up and down his length, feeling his cock jerk everytime I slammed down against his base. He had been agonisingly slow at fingering me, it was only fair I repeat the process as I ride him.
He tries to speed it up by thrusting into me, but I keep myself steady, staying seated on him for longer each time he tries.
"Do I need to bend you over?" He mutters in a dark tone.
"You had your fun, now let me have mine." I muse
A dark grin spreads across his face. He pulls my hands from his shoulders, pinning my wrists behind my back and holding them there with just one large hand. His other hand finds my clit, his thumb makes small circles against my swollen bud as I begin to bounce on his cock.
My eyes roll back as the desperate ache inside me grows. Both of us seem to be holding on, waiting for the other to climax.
"Fuck Neah." He growls as I slam down on him over and over. Biting on my bottom lip, I try to hold on as I teeter on the edge. Releasing my wrists, his hands settle on my hips as he slams me down harder and harder.
"Dane, fuck!" My head tips back
"Let me see those pretty blue eyes!" he demands. Turning my face to him, I couldn't focus, everything falls away as I hit euphoria. He rocks his hips, filling me with his cum as he pulls me flush against him.
Our heavy breathing is matched as I relax into him and he runs his fingers through my wet hair.
I had a smile plastered to my face and not just because of the sex. He had this ability to make me feel that everything was okay.