Chapter 28
TWENTY-EIGHT
SAVANNA
Dalton kicks my bedroom door open with precision, like he’s on a combat mission, sweeping the room for any signs of a threat. But instead of a high-powered weapon in his hands, he has me.
He enters my bedroom with a sense of urgency, dominating the space as he takes long, calculated strides. His feet pound against the hardwood floor, knees hitting the edge of my queen-size bed, until he tosses me onto the soft mattress.
My naked body sinks into the goose-feather comforter. The euphoric feeling of soft cotton brushing against my bare skin sends a tingling sensation to my core.
Dalton steps back a few feet, drinking me in.
“God, Savanna, you're fucking perfect,” he swoons as his eyes roam every inch of my body, committing it to memory.
I gaze back at him, scanning the length of his body. “You're not so bad there, yourself,” I tease.
“Oh, yeah?” He lifts a brow, leaning over me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. “Not so bad, huh? I’m not sure you’ll be saying that after I’m done with you.”
Dalton settles between my legs, his body pinning me to the mattress. Lacing my arms around his neck, I draw him closer, pressing into his body, while his hard muscles engulf me.
Kissing his already swollen lips, my tongue meets his in teasing laps. Unable to control myself any longer, I grind my body into him.
He hisses.
“Fuck. Baby. You feel so good beneath me, and I’m not even inside you yet.”
A whimper escapes me when his mouth travels lower, taking my nipple between his teeth, licking and nipping. Digging my fingertips into his hair, I hold him to my chest, grinding into him—seeking friction.
I need him now.
“Dalton, please,” I beg, motioning my hips up and into him.
I’m desperate. Like six years of no sex, desperate.
Reaching down, I grip his length, placing him at my entrance. Pulling back, Dalton searches my face. “Are you sure?”
I buck my hips into him impatiently. “Yes, please. I need you inside me.” My mouth lands on his hard, and he chuckles against my lips.
“So polite, baby.”
Sensing I can’t wait another minute, he takes hold of himself, swiping his length against me. “So fucking wet, Savanna. Is this all for me?” he rasps.
“Yes,” I say breathlessly, my chest heaving.
“Good girl,” Dalton praises into the shell of my ear, his lips grazing my neck. “I want to be the only one who makes you this wet.”
A shiver races through me as my hands curl around his neck, not wanting to let him go.
Pulling back, he studies me, pinning me with a feral look. “Condom?”
My lips part, drawing in a sharp breath. My heartbeat pulses against my neck, panic swelling within me, thinking about the outcome of the last time we had sex. I gaze into Dalton’s eyes. The familiar piercing blue I’ve known since childhood penetrates me.
I want him.
I want us.
“No,” I say, holding my breath. My eyes roam his features. “I want to feel you, Dalton.”
He furrows his brow, scanning my face for any signs of doubt. “Shit, okay. Only if you're sure.”
I nod, and his eyes turn liquid hot. Tipping my chin, he presses a fierce kiss on my mouth. Pulling back, his eyes stay locked on mine as he enters me slowly.
“Jesus. Savanna,” he exhales.
My body tenses around him as I try to adjust, gripping his forearms to steady me. “You doing okay, baby?” he rasps, searching my face for any sign of pain.
I bite down on my bottom lip, giving him a nod.
“Breathe for me, Savanna,” Dalton whispers.
My breath hitches, fingertips digging into the back of his neck when he begins to thrust in a slow, deliberate rhythm. His hips bucking into me heightens my senses as his hands roam my body.
“God, you feel amazing. So damn tight,” Dalton whimpers against my neck.
My hands fall to his chest, gripping his pecs when his thrusts become faster, his heartbeat pounds beneath my palms.
A warming sensation begins to build, causing me to pant. “Dalton,” I whimper.
“You're taking it so well, baby,” he mews between frantic kisses.
His breaths become labored, his arms shaking, towering over me. Slipping a hand between my thighs, his fingers find my clit. He begins rubbing gentle circles. His rough fingertips against my sensitive skin make me let out a whine.
Dalton watches me, transfixed, his eyes glazing over as my arousal pulses against his fingertips.
Drawing me closer to the edge, my breaths become frantic. The feeling of Dalton’s cock inside of me, his fingers touching me, makes me unravel.
“Yes, keep doing that,” I pant into his neck, pulling him close.
Dalton grunts, picking up his pace, pushing harder against my clit, trying to time our release.
“Dalton...” I cry out, squeezing and tightening around him.
He quickly changes positions, rolling himself onto his back so that I’m straddling him, his cock still inside me. I gasp at the unfamiliar sensation of being in this position, moving my body slowly and circling my hips on him.
“God baby, so perfect,” he groans. “I’ve always wondered what you would look like on top of me riding my cock.”
His fingers dig into my hips, eyes landing on my breasts. Reaching up, he rubs my nipple.
I let out a moan as my head tips back.
“God, Savanna, one more noise like that out of your mouth and I’m going to come.”
Dalton moves his hand lower to find my clit again, pressing into me firmly.
I let out a whine, riding him harder as my climax builds.
“That fucking noise, baby,” he hisses.
“Oh…god…Dalton...” I stammer breathlessly. Throwing my head back, I let my long hair tickle Dalton’s thighs.
Groaning, he bucks into me. “Fucking come on me, Savanna,” he says through gritted teeth. “Let me watch you.”
I gasp. A tingling sensation overtakes my body. I’m seeing stars now, and suddenly I’m screaming out in pleasure. “Dalton!”
“That’s it....Fuck! So good, baby,” he heaves beneath me.
One final thrust, and we crash into each other, falling apart. Dalton has a death grip on my hips. His eyes stay locked on mine, letting his warmth sink into me. I continue to ride him slowly, savoring his length pulsing inside of me, his warmth pooling at my center.
“Goddamn, Savanna,” Dalton chokes, bringing my body to rest against his.
I cave in to him, laying my head on his chest. His thumping heart pulses against my ear. He wraps his arms firmly around me while pressing a kiss into my hair.
An exhausted laugh consumes me as I try to catch my breath, my head rocking back and forth against him.
“I guess that was worth the wait,” I say playfully.
Dalton lets out a huff, tipping my face up to meet his. “Just so you know, Savanna, my cock is the only one allowed in you from here on out.”
My body stills on top of him, heart stuttering in my chest.
What did he just say?
Sitting back, I raise an eyebrow in disbelief. “Oh, yeah? Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
“I’m not kidding,” Dalton says sternly, his chiseled jaw going tight. “I don’t fucking share. Ever.”
“Well, in that case,” I tease, my fingernails scraping down the length of his chest. “Since I can’t sleep with anyone else for the rest of my life, I guess you’re going to have to show me what makes your cock so great again.”
Dalton narrows his eyes in a spirited challenge before sitting up and gripping my body tight to him. “So much fucking trouble, Sav.”
I let out a squeal as he flips us, my back sinking into the mattress. My chest heaves, watching the inferno blazing in his eyes. “I can show you all day, Savanna.”