Chapter 23
Ana stands before me like a Goddess amongst a battlefield, wounded and bruised from her fight yet still remains standing, and I am in awe of her.
Every miniscule thing about her has me falling deeper and faster in love with her and I refuse to stop the fall.
I would hit the ground and shatter into a million pieces, just to do it all over again.
Her hips fill my hands, my thumbs meeting in the middle of her lower stomach, fingers barely grazing the bullet wound on her stomach.
Flashbacks threaten to infiltrate my mind of the moment she was shot but I will them away, keeping all my focus on her.
Because she deserves to be looked at with nothing but love.
“Do you remember your safeword?” I ask, needing this consent from her.
“I do.” She answers, keeping her hand on my jawline, her gaze burning down on me and I press my lips just below the bullet wound, the rough, waterproof dressing brushing against my nose.
The moment my lips make contact with her skin, she inhales a sharp breath and melts into my hands, allowing herself to fall into my touch.
“That’s it,” I whisper against her skin. “Let me take care of you.”
Ana hums her approval of my words and I continue to press my lips to her skin, spanning across her soft stomach as my hands dip and explore her slight curves, rising higher until I reach her heavy breasts and cupping them in my hands.
A soft moan slips free from her lips and the feel of her hands tangling into my hair causes me to groan against her stomach.
Steam from the shower swirls around her, creating water droplets across her skin and I use my tongue to lap up the condensation, tasting her for the first time in months. Moaning at the taste of her in my mouth.
“Dean..” She whimpers, flexing her hands in my hair.
“What do you need? Use your words, tell me what you want.”
“I.. want you to touch me.” She begs, her breaths heavy with want.
“Where?” I ask as I brush my fingers over her nipples, causing her to shiver at the sensation. Ana goes silent for a moment and I look up at her, checking to see that she’s still with me. “Use me baby, tell me what you want from me.” I beg.
“Take me into the shower and put your fingers inside my pussy.”
Her words fill me with euphoria and I drop my head, rolling it against her stomach. Achingly desperate to take her.
Gripping her hips again, I crawl on my knees, fully clothed and back her into the spray of the shower.
Water cascades over her onyx locks and trails down the valley between her breasts and I lick all the way up, slowly rising to my feet, my mouth never leaving her skin as I rise to my full height, completely towering over her.
She really is beautiful, from her strong brows to her lashes that fan across her face, to the small bump on her nose that’s speckled in freckles.
Giving into the urge, I lift my hand and run my thumb across her cupid’s bow and down to her plump bottom lip, feeling the warm water soaking into her skin.
Dipping my head, I catch her lower lip between my teeth, tugging gently at the flesh and she moans into my mouth, her hands running across my now soaked shirt to reach my shoulders. Her touch sets a fire spreading wild across my skin and a deep groan spills from my lips.
Ana breaks the kiss for a moment, takes my hand in hers and guides it down in between our soaked bodies until I reach just above her pussy.
“Touch me, please. Take all this hurt away from me.” She begs with heavy breaths and I gently slip my finger between her soft pussy lips, stroking up and down, circling her clit every so often.
“Like this?” I breathe heavily against her lips.
“Yes, just like that. Please don’t stop.”
And I don’t, I take her mouth and use my opposite hand to tease her peaked nipple, stroking and flicking the sensitive flesh whilst slipping two fingers back through her sopping cunt until I’m probing her hole.
“Do you still want this, pretty girl? I’ll stop if it’s too much.” I say after breaking the kiss and her eyes connect with mine, a stormy ocean brewing in her shining orbs.
“I want this, I want you.” She breathes heavily. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”
My fingers push at her hole again, only a few inches sliding in.
“Say my name, pretty girl.”
Her mouth parts as I enter her a little more before she pants my name out. “Dean.. Dean Sinclair.”
“That’s it,” I praise. “Who owns you?” I slide in further, up to the first knuckle, feeling her tighten around my fingers.
“You.” She pants.
“Yeah, I do.” I say with a firm tone, towering over her trembling frame. “And who loves you?”
Ana’s eyes roll to the back of her head as I gently push my fingers the rest of the way in, feeling her walls clench around me as my thumb circles her clit in a smooth motion.
“Tell me baby, who loves you?” I groan against her jaw, nipping gently at the skin as water cascades over us both, soaking my clothes to my skin. Heavy moans slip from between her parted lips as she answers my question. “Fuck. You love me.”
Hearing her answer my questions with a lust filled voice has me pushing my hard cock into her lower stomach, being careful of the wound on her stomach, but just enough that she’ll feel me aching for her.
“Damn right I do.” Moaning into the crook of her neck. “I’ll love you, until our bodies fall back into the earth and our bones fuse together to become one.”
My tone turns dark. “Now you better come for me, pretty girl.”
My filthy words switch something inside of her, causing her body to tremble in my hold as I slip my fingers in and out of her, coaxing her orgasm out of her body and onto my hand, feeling her tighten and then release.
Her orgasm breaks the dam and she grips onto me, moaning heavily into my shoulder as it fires through her system and I feel her explode into glittering pieces before me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this, shattering before me.” I praise and she whimpers, riding the last of her orgasm out on my fingers. Ana’s thrusts begin to slow and I hear her silently sobbing against my wet shirt. Gently I slip my fingers free from her pussy then angle her face towards me.
“I’m.. sorry.” She whimpers. “I don’t even know why I’m crying.”
I place a kiss on her forehead. “Don’t ever be sorry for feeling, alright. You’re safe, here with me.” I say, forcing her to keep her gaze on me. “You’ve been through some serious shit, and your body needs release and I’m more than willing to give you that.”
Ana’s perfect mouth tips into a small smile at my words and I grace her with one of my own.
After washing her hair, I strip out of my own clothes and wrap us both in towels, mentally thanking Eli for dropping me off a bag of spare clothes to change into. Once I’m dressed in a black t-shirt and grey sweats, I push my damp hair back and slip on my favourite cap, spinning the peak backwards.
Ana sits patiently on the hospital bed, a huge towel wrapped around her shoulders.
“You gonna keep staring at me, pretty girl?” I taunt with a smirk, rummaging through the bag Cecilia brought for her, fishing out a pair of sweatpants and a horror t-shirt.
“Always. I never want to forget what you look like.” Her admittance hits me soul deep and I come to stand in front of her, placing the clothes down on the bed and take her hands in mine.
“You’ll never forget me, and you’ll never lose me.” Swearing a promise to her then pressing my lips to her forehead. “Ready to head home?”
“More than ready.