Chapter 32
POV: Gabrielle
And I ran straight into his arms.
Within seconds, our clothes were peeled off and strewn across the forest floor.
Then, we were naked, staring at each other, as desire dripped from our eyes—but beneath desire lived something else—something innate—love.
“Ground,” Dane said, pointing towards the space before him, his cock fully erect and on full display.
I went down onto my knees without thinking, kneeling before him, his thick cock almost at my eye level.
His hands laced through my hair, bunching it together until he formed a ponytail with his hand.
My heart was thumping at an all time high—the andrenline—the emotions—the way he looked at me with menacing, lust-filled eyes.
“Take it, Belle,” he whispered, his tongue running along his bottom lip. “I know you want to.”
And God I did.
I really fucking wanted to.
His cock brushed at my lips and I was so close to coming undone. All it took was my hand along the base of his cock, slowly inching his cock towards my mouth and I was in shambles.
The second I took his tip in his mouth it was like every nerve in my body was alight, and I could barely hold myself together any longer.
No wait—the way Dane moaned and yanked my hair as I took his tip inside of my mouth, actually was what made me fall apart.
God his moans were like a symphony to my ears—a full string quartet playing just for our ears.
I took another inch of his cock inside of my mouth, looking up at him as I did, and cherishing the way he looked at me.
His gaze lingered on me, slow and unflinching. His lips partly slightly, just enough for me to see his tongue. And his jaw tensed, the edge of it so sharp that it made something inside of my convulse.
I took the entirety of his cock in my mouth this time, bobbing my head faster and coating his entire cock with my saliva.
Suddenly, Dane yanked me backwards by my hair, removing my mouth from his cock.
He tilted his head, his gaze dripping with hunger and intensity, and making my core wet.
“On your hands now,” he said, pointing towards a dirty pile of leaves. “On your hands and knees.”
I didn’t even think about disobeying.
I placed myself in the position he demanded, slowly craning my head back to look at him, watching as he kneeled down and inched himself towards me.
“Tell me, Belle,” his hand ran along my spine, before twisting my hair back into his self made ponytail again. “Will you take my cum this time?”
The question should have made me hesitant—instead I responded raw and needy. I wanted to feel him cum inside of me. I wanted him to fuck me until I was raw. “Yes.”
He didn’t respond.
But I saw the smirk form on his lips and I knew that was enough response.
Slowly, with controlled efficacy, he neared my edge and inserted himself inside of me slowly.
His lack of urgency sent me reeling, desperate to take his entire cock and feel every single inch of it inside of me.
I pushed back and into his cock, causing him to fill me fully and groaned.
As punishment for disobeying him, he twisted my hair in his grasp, yanking it backwards quickly.
“Needy, aren’t we?” he whispered in a rush, as he thrusted deeper inside of me, hitting my very edge.
I whined, loud enough that it echoed throughout the entire empty forest.
But Dane didn’t stop.
He went faster.
“God, I love seeing you like this,” he mumbled as he thrusted again, spreading me open for him. “So raw and so fucking needy.”
I arched my back further for him, feeling his hips hit my ass as he pushed further into me.
He slipped out of me, and re-entered me again before I could anticipate it. My nails dug into the damp soil, coating them with the earth.
Each thrust was controlled—at his pace, bringing me closer and closer to my edge with each fast quick of his cock.
“Belle—my sweet Belle,” he gritted his teeth. “Tell me that you need me. Tell me how much you need my cock.”
I groaned.
I was so close—I could feel it now.
He thrusted again, impatiently awaiting my answer.
“I need you,” I screamed. “I need you—” I said again, my worlds falling short as another moan left my mouth.
“Say it,” he demanded. “Tell me you need my cock.”
“I need your cock!” I yelled, the sound echoing through the mountains ahead. “I need you, Dane!”
He thrusted again, as his thumb reached down to rub my clit and my release spilled over me in an unanticipated swiftness.
He let go of my hair and picked up his pace.
“Fuck,” I mumbled, my arms shaking and weakening as he thrusted two more times, then held himself inside of me.
His warm cum washed through me, coating my insides, painting me—claiming me, as his once and for all. It felt like he left a piece of himself inside me, a claim that was silent but absolute, leaving me undone.
“I need you, Belle,” he whispered as his body slumped against my backside and he remained still inside of me. One hand on my waist side, as the other trailed circles down my back. “I know you need me too.”
And in that moment even though I stayed silent, I realized something—I realized that this was where I belonged and this is who I belonged with.