Chapter 4
DAKOTA
A moan escaped his mouth seconds before his big hands came down over my bare ass cheeks. If I wasn’t already awake and contemplating all the ways in which my life had changed, I would’ve been now as the delicious sting of contact trickled through my body.
“I fuckin’ love this ass,” he crooned, seconds before dropping his hands on me again. The loud clapping sound echoed throughout the room.
My whimpers were like background noise as I lay on my stomach, half my face still pressed into the pillow.
I’d felt him shift behind me moments ago.
Hoping he was just getting up for a bathroom visit, I’d kept my eyes closed tightly, my body still as if deep in slumber.
He hadn’t believed me … more likely, he hadn’t cared.
While Fabian loved me and gave me more leeway than I believed he ever would anyone besides his siblings, he was still a man who got what he wanted. And when he wanted me … shit, he got that too.
We were naked. After a more formal greeting of him filling me with every inch of his dick, while he kissed me until I had amnesia about why us being together was problematic, we’d showered and ended up back in this bed.
He preferred we sleep naked, skin-to-skin or soul-to-soul as he called it.
And I acquiesced, as I often did when it was just me and him.
My body was his. My heart was his. In this bed, or whichever one we occupied, I could never deny nor ignore those truths.
The sheet had been hanging somewhere near my waist, so it was no wonder he’d been able to easily push it away.
Now, he was on his knees, his hands easing my cheeks apart.
Then his face and tongue were there, creating a moist path down my crease.
He didn’t miss a spot, didn’t come up for air, just continued with wet open-mouth kisses until his tongue slipped into my center.
“Shit,” I panted, lifted my hips and spread my legs to give him more access. Complete access.
His fingers gripped my ass hard, his tongue thrust in and out, creating more slickness than was already there simply because of his proximity. The sound of him feasting on me was intoxicating. The thought of never having this type of wake-up call again was inconceivable.
My fingers gripped the pillow as I shifted to rest my forehead there. “Shit. Shit. Shit. You feel so fuckin’ good.”
And he did. Every part of him that he so graciously gave to me felt good. His dick, his touch, his tongue. I swear this man was meant for me. He knew exactly what to do and when to make me forget all my worries, to believe that the best, most perfect place in this world was with him.
“Always, my love,” he whispered over my tender flesh.
I moaned, closed my eyes tight and let that word resonate.
Love. I was his love. He’d told me so on more occasions than I could count.
Not only that, but he’d also shown me—as much as he could while keeping the secret I imposed on us—whatever he thought I needed.
And some things that he just wanted me to have like the BMW x5 parked in my garage at home.
Or services he thought would make my life easier like the house manager he hired who took care of everything from arranging the cleaning and laundry service to meeting with me weekly to schedule meals and anything else around the house that needed to be done.
“You’re always so wet and ready for me,” he whispered before swiping his tongue over my lower lips, then sucking on each.
My thighs trembled; breath heaved. “Always, for you.” I couldn’t get my words straight, couldn’t put the right thoughts together. There was so much more I wanted to say, more we needed to talk about. I just couldn’t think beyond the sensations and emotions assailing me.
Everything about being with Fabian was intense and visceral in a way I’d never experienced before. Had been since day one. Or day five, since that’s exactly how many days had passed from that first meeting to the first time I allowed him inside of me.
“Then stop running from me.” His tone was rough and commanding as he pulled his mouth away, replacing it with two fingers he dipped deep inside of me.
“Uhhhhhh,” I cried out, and he looped an arm around my waist.
“C’mere,” he groaned, yanking me up onto my knees. His fingers thrusting in and out of me in a fervent pattern that stole my breath.
On my knees now, my ass pressed against his groin, he moved his free hand up to squeeze my breast. I planted my palms on the mattress to assume one of his favorite positions.
Mine too, if I were being brutally honest. There was no doubt I enjoyed every second of the sex life Fabian and I had curated to our very special needs, but there were certain positions that just did it for me on every single level.
Like this one. Especially when he did just as he was doing now, moving his hand to my neck, grabbing it tight and pulling me up until his mouth was at my ear.
“I told you I would always come for you, didn’t I?” He bit my earlobe after muttering the question.
“Yes,” I gasped as he hooked his fingers inside of me once more, hitting that spot that left my thighs trembling. “Yessss!”
“Then why the fuck did you think you could ditch security and bring your pretty ass to another state?”
He worked his fingers faster, pulling them out, then adding a third as he thrust them back in again. I unapologetically dripped all over him, my pussy clenching around his fingers, ass circling against his deliciously hard dick.
His mouth closed around my earlobe, sucking it as he tightened his grip on my neck. “Answer me!”
I would if I could remember what the fuck the question was.
Hell, I was barely registering my name at this point.
Pleasure washed over me in big, breath-stealing waves that I wanted to ride until completion.
I didn’t want this conversation. Didn’t want to answer his questions or entertain the doubts that would inevitably assail me the moment the sun made its early appearance.
Shit, those questions had never abated, not even in the dark of night.
They were actually louder then, condemning me, berating me, holding me in a prison I’d called home for the last year and a half—the first three months I’d met and fallen in love with Fabian, and the fifteen months I’d been his wife.
When he took his fingers from me, I groaned.
“Answer me!” He raised his hand on my neck, pulling me back so for just one flash of a second, it felt like he would break it, like he’d already broken me.
My eyes fluttered open, then closed, then open again as he dragged his tongue down my cheek.
“I don’t know!” I didn’t have a second to consider how loud I screamed those words.
All I knew was that I’d yell it to the rafters, wake everyone in this damn house and probably down the road, if he didn’t return his fingers to finish what he started.
“I don’t know,” I murmured again, locking gazes with him.
Fabian had the most enigmatic eyes I’d ever seen.
It wasn’t that the color was anything special, just an ordinary brown upon first glance.
But there was so much in those deep pools of darkness.
So many emotions that he would never openly display, so many experiences over the forty-four years of his life that had shaped the man he was today.
I drowned in them each time they were upon me, was sucked into the vortex of this man as surely as if there were some type of magnetic pull between us.
I’d learned so much about him through his eyes, felt so much of the trauma he would’ve preferred to keep hidden.
“I needed to get away,” I admitted, tears pricking my eyes. “Needed space to breathe.”
He shook his head, and I knew the mistake I’d made.
“Not without me,” he gritted out. “Never without me.”
As if his words gave permission even in this moment, my breaths came in heavy pants. “You mess with my head, Fabian. You make it hard to see reason, to think clearly.”
“Only when you think you’re gonna walk away from me, from this!” He cupped my pussy possessively—the action speaking much louder than the words I knew would come next.
“You belong to me, Dakota. This pussy, this pretty ass, every moan …” He sighed, then raked his teeth over the path on my cheek he’d licked. His hand moved just enough so he could grab his dick, line up and thrust into me.
We both gasped.
“Every nut,” he groaned, giving me each inch of his long, thick, beautiful dick until I felt that shit in my stomach. He pulled out slowly. “Every drop of this sweetness dripping over me right now, every … single … breath.” He thrust in again, taking the very breath he owned.
The flush of pleasure that washed over me in that moment had tears spilling as I reached back to grip his hips.
I didn’t want him leaving again, wanted to keep him so deep inside of me that I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began.
Wanted to seal this connection forever in the hope that this physicality would finally obliterate the mental gymnastics our connection had begun.
“I’ll always come for you,” he said, his tone softer, his lips against my cheek. He pulled out slowly again, easing back inside in an equally languid motion that made my knees quake. “Always, my love.”
My nails dug into his muscled thighs now as I pressed my ass back to match his rhythm. “I know.”
Shit, I had known. The moment I snuck out of my back door and hiked my ass across the back yard, to the walking path that joined the single-family homes where I lived, with the townhomes offered in the same secure development.
“Then, don’t make me do this shit again.” He kissed the corner of my mouth, and I moved my head just in time to extend my tongue to meet his.