Chapter 29
POV: Gabrielle
I thought about not opening the door. In fact, I thought about trying to escape again, but even though I wanted to—just to annoy him—just to piss him off, I decided against it.
Because….the truth was I didn’t want to fight.
A part of me, deep deep inside of me wanted to be loved by him, no matter how deranged it was, I did.
So, I opened the door. Slowly. Crack by crack, until my gaze met his.
And I felt a storm of emotions rush over me just by looking at him.
Dane’s lips curled into a smirk, that smirk I both loved and hated at the same time. But it only infuriated me more, because I wanted his lips—on mine.
I stepped forward, only a few feet, but just enough so that Dane’s lips and mine, hovered near each other, the warmth of his breath heating my face.
“Belle, baby,” his tone was velvety smooth. His thumb ran along my jaw, lifting my chin up, closer to his lips.
A rushed breath left my mouth, and before I could count to even ten, my lips were on his. Hungry for his lips, hungry for the taste of him, hungry for every inch of him.
We didn’t speak, we only moved.
Dane shut the door of my bedroom with the back of his foot and the sound echoed for a moment.
In between kissing and peeling off clothing, we made our way to the bathroom.
And before I knew it, we were inside the shower, naked.
We didn’t have a chance to breathe—not until Dane took a step back, turning the handle to hot and the warm water came crashing down on us, like a thunderstorm that wouldn’t let up.
“Fuck, Belle,” he rasped out, raw and needy.
His words were rough and so was his gaze.
Beneath it, there was something rare that I wasn’t accustomed to seeing in a man’s eyes.
Appetite. But not the kind of hunger you see in a man’s eyes after a few drinks, or from watching porn or even from seeing you naked for the first time. Nothing was new to Dane and I.
It was the type of hunger that lingered, that lingered and refused to deplete.
“Everytime I have you, I think about having you again….” he snapped, as if he couldn’t keep the words in. “And again,” he repeated, taking a step forward and running his hand down my collarbone.
I melted in his touch, craving it—needing it, just as he needed mine.
I blinked my eyes back open, settling on his features.
His entire body was covered in water, droplets of it, even though the shower head was aimed at his backside now. The heat of the water tinted his skin a darker shade, a mixture of tan and red, causing his muscles to look contoured.
His palm settled on my throat—clenching it, and pinning me against the cold tile.
A gasp left my mouth and my eyes rolled back in my head. “Dane.”
His name felt like it belonged on my tongue.
“Say it again,” he demanded, his voice thick with heat and want.
So I did.
“Dane,” I murmured, as his palm tightened around my throat, and I melted further and further into his touch.
“Good girl,” he complimented, as his palm loosened and ran down my chest, towards my collarbone, then squeezed my breast.
God, it felt incredible.
My eyes fully closed and for a moment, I succumbed to his touch—I trusted him, for some fucked up reason, I actually did.
“Tell me what you want, Belle.”
The ask was simple, but it was loaded.
My mouth opened, but the words died there. “I want…”
“Yes, baby?” he asked, pinching my nipple and twisting it, then lowering his mouth to suck it.
When his lips clasped around my nipple, I almost cried—literally cried.
I could feel Dane smirk, as his teeth grazed over my nipple, slightly biting it before sucking it again. “Tell me, Belle. Tell me what you want.”
The words fell out of my mouth in a rush, “I want you. I want you inside of me, Dane. I want you to fuck me, fuck me in the shower, make me scream your name, make my cry, make me…feel something.”
“Feel something?” he looked up at me halfway, as his tongue swiped my nipple again.
“Look at me. Show me that I’m… different to you,” I whispered.
The words should have felt wrong, they should have felt forbidden or pathetic on my lips but instead they felt oddly.. right.
“Alright, Belle, if that's what you want,” he replied, turning me around with one quick movement and pushing my chest into the tile.
His hand ran down my side, pausing at my waist before finding its way to my ass. His touch was rough, yet calming at the same time, as he squeezed my ass, then used his other hand to coax me into bending at the waist.
I did it without thinking, bending at the waist for him, hitting his hardened cock as I did.
“That’s it,” he replied, satisfied, as both of his hands steadied on my waist side, and he brought my cock up to my entrance way. “That’s it, Belle, just like that.”
His cock nudged at my entranceway and for a moment, neither of us breathed and as he entered me, I felt a rush of euphoria inside of my body, that made me forget everything for a moment.
His first thrust was perfect—just the right amount of friction, of length, of depth.
“God, Belle,” he rasped out. “Is this how you want it, baby? Slow and tender or quick and rough?”
His voice echoed throughout the shower, and I found myself struggling to speak. “I—I…want…slow, Dane, slow and tender.”
I didn’t know what I wanted with him.
All I knew is I needed him. In every way.
“Slow,” he said, as his hands softened on my skin, as he exited me and turned me around, his hand finding its way to my cheek.
Then he lifted me up by my waist and sat me down on his cock, holding me in place. The thrusts were slower, but I’ve never felt as close to Dane as I did now, looking into his eyes, as he prodded deeper inside of me, each moment full of slow restraint. Our eyes never left each other.
And when I cried, it was more of a whimper than anything else—a cracked plea, for him.
My orgasm washed over me before I could control it and as I clenched around his cock, he groaned, spilling inside of me.
He stayed inside of me for a while, going soft as he stared into my eyes without speaking.
We didn’t need to speak.
Because our eyes said everything they needed to at that moment.
Something changed between us.
Maybe it was because of his tenderness or maybe it was the newly formed unspoken trust, but I knew one thing for certain—that nothing would ever be the same between us now.
Because that moment in the shower had changed everything for us—-Dane showed me that he was capable of being more than just a savage kidnapper and that he was able to give as much as he could take.