Chapter 8 Sloane #2
I'm standing in nothing but the heels he bought me and a pair of black panties, my skin covered in goosebumps as his eyes rake over me.
They're dark and possessive and he stalks forward as he says, "Beautiful.
" The word is rough, almost reluctant, as though he didn't mean to say it out loud. "Too damn beautiful for your own good."
He captures my mouth again, kissing me with bruising intensity as we work together to strip off his clothes. Shirt, jeans, boots—everything ends up on the floor in a heap until we're both bare except for my heels and his boxer briefs that do nothing to hide his arousal.
He backs me toward the bed and I go willingly, falling onto the mattress when the backs of my knees hit the frame.
He follows me down, covering my body with his, and the feel of his skin against mine is electric.
Tattoos cover his chest, his arms, his shoulders—black ink that snakes over his torso and winds around his biceps.
Up close, they're beautiful but dangerous. A map of violence written on his body.
His weight pins me to the mattress, the heat of his skin branding mine, and those inked arms cage me in, muscles flexing as he grinds his hips down, letting me feel every thick inch straining against his boxers.
My thighs part on instinct, heels digging into the bed as I arch up, chasing friction against the ache that's been throbbing since the diner.
"Fuck, Sloane," he rasps against my throat, teeth scraping the mark he already left.
His hand shoves between us, rough fingers ripping my panties aside instead of off.
The lace tears like paper, and cold air hits my wet skin for half a second before two thick fingers plunge inside me without warning, stretching me open with a burn that makes me gasp and claw at his shoulders.
"Jesus, you're soaked," he growls, pumping hard, curling just right to drag a broken moan from my throat.
His thumb finds my clit while my hips buck wildly, chasing the pressure.
It's incredible, and I was wrong. I'm not letting myself come so fast. I want to enjoy all of this.
So I wrap my legs around his hips, the heel of one shoe scraping down his back hard enough to leave a welt.
"More," I pant, nails raking over the ink on his chest, down to the waistband of his boxers. "Need you inside me. Now."
He snarls, "You're gonna ruin me," and yanks his fingers out, bringing them to my mouth. I suck them clean without thinking, tasting myself, watching his eyes go black as he watches me. Then he's shoving his boxers down, kicking them off, cock springing free.
Dane is one hundred percent solid muscle as he drags me down the bed until my ass hangs off the edge and lines himself up to my entrance.
One brutal thrust and he buries himself until his cock digs into my back wall and his body is flush with mine.
The stretch is blinding, pain and pleasure slamming together as he bottoms out with a grunt that sounds like it’s ripped from his chest.
"Oh, fuck," he hisses through clenched teeth, pulling back only to slide in again, harder, making the bed frame rattle against the wall. My back arches off the mattress, and a choked cry tears from my throat as he sets a punishing rhythm, hips snapping like he’s trying to split me in half.
I wrap my legs around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, urging him deeper.
Every thrust jolts through me, the head of his cock dragging over that spot inside that makes my vision spark white.
His hand knots in my hair again, yanking my head back so he can bite down on my collarbone, marking me again, tongue soothing the sting before he does it harder.
I whimper like a baby and my hands frantically search the mattress for something to grab.
His body in me is exquisite, sensations exploding outward from my core to every muscle until I'm whimpering and panting, clawing at the sheets.
One of my shoes falls off and I hear it tumble to the ground, then Dane's hand in my hair is tighter, turning me so I'm forced to look him in the eye.
"Look at me," he growls, and I force my eyes open, meeting that feral stare as he fucks me raw, sweat dripping from his jaw onto my breasts. "This what you wanted? Wanted me to ruin this pretty little pussy?"
"Yes," I sob, clenching around him just to watch his control fracture. "Harder. Fucking wreck me."
He loses it. Both hands grip my thighs, shoving them up and damn near folding me in half, opening me wider.
The angle’s brutal. He’s so deep, I feel him in my throat.
The headboard slams the wall in time with his thrusts, wood creaking like it might splinter, while my nails rake down his back, leaving red trails through the ink.
And he snarls, pounding harder until I'm seeing stars.
"So… I’m close, so close." My voice is nothing but a tremor of soprano as the pressure coils viciously in my core.
Dane's hand wedges between us again, thumb grinding my clit without finesse, just raw pressure. One, two strokes, and I’m gone, shattering around him with a scream that rips my throat raw, pussy clamping down so hard he curses and stutters inside me.
"Shit… Sloane," he grunts, and I hear it, but I'm lost, convulsing and bucking upward wildly. "So fucking beautiful when you come apart."
He doesn’t stop, fucks me through it, dragging it out until I’m shaking, oversensitive and gasping. Then his rhythm falters, hips jerking erratically. "Where—" he starts, voice strangled.
"Inside," I gasp, locking my ankles behind his back. "Do it. Fill me up."
That’s all it takes. He slams deep one last time and comes with a guttural groan, pulsing hot inside me, hips grinding like he’s trying to push it deeper. I feel every spurt, the warmth flooding me and oozing out around him to drain down my ass onto his sheets.
He collapses over me, breath ragged against my neck, cock still twitching inside. My legs are jelly, thighs trembling as I unlock my ankles and let them fall open. He doesn’t pull out yet. He lies there buried, lips brushing the bite marks he left like he’s memorizing them.
After a minute, he lifts his head, eyes still dark but softer now, almost stunned. His thumb traces my swollen bottom lip. "You okay?"
I smirk, breathless and wrecked, clenching around him just to watch him shudder. "Ask me again when I can feel my legs."