Diana
His blue eyes flashed furiously, his footsteps towards me controlled his heavy breathing, when he got close enough I screamed in fright as his hard grip on my hip pulled his body down covering mine.
- I want that beast you hide - He whispered in the ear shivering all over my body. - I want the defiant woman at the bar, the girl with the bright eyes at the movies. - He ran his nose along my neck then lifts his head - I want the woman who thirsts for revenge and blood.
I don't know what to answer, I've always considered myself the obedient wife, the whore of the husband, a deal for the family, a fragile woman, I lost my train of thought feeling the delicate kisses on top of my scars, I gasped, trapping my legs on my hips of him, wanting everything, all the sensations he causes.
“I want everything Diana, but mostly, I want to be the man you choose to have. I want to be your choice - I felt a lump in my throat, understanding his intention.
Being with me because I want him to be, accepting his help and his friends' help because I want him to stay, being his because I want him to take me.
I didn't realize the tears were streaming down my face, he just bent down and started kissing the way they travel, down my neck, kissing the scar on my collarbone.
He wants to be my choice, why would he want to be someone so broken's choice?
"Because your madness completes my little one," he replied as if reading my thoughts. “Someone once told me that love was only worth it if it was to complete, walk together and I fucking want to walk with you.
This man shouldn't exist, he shouldn't be able to break my wards like this, punish me in front of his friends acting like a caveman and now declare himself, with such calm, sincerity shining in his iris.
With no words to respond, he went back to his work of kissing each of the scars on my torso, making the traitorous body respond with every deep breath, when it reached my hip I felt anticipation wet everything.
With a naughty smile without looking away, he started kissing my oldest scars, those from the first pain, Stefano's nail marks, after his little friends, I held my breath with his tongue snaking through my memories.
An unmeasured affection, touching the skin with desire and something I've never felt, I realized that I like it.
I like him between my legs, I like the looks, I screamed when he finally licked my entire length, I fucking like the sensations this man gives me.
I pulled at his hair wanting more, wanting all of him, wanting to own something for the first time in my life.
To be the cause of your excitement, the cause of your anger, of your worries.
He thrust a finger into my body, causing a fire to burn, unbridled desire bringing contractions through my body, awakening the beast that wanted to be sated, that felt filled with the fierce desire of the strong man.
I almost made a bun pulling my hair more, he stopped playing.
- What you want?
“I want you inside me right now. - I spoke firmly as an order.
The smile on his face grew, slowly it traveled down my body, his hands sliding down my thighs, I arched my aching breasts against his body, I gasped feeling his hardness positioned.
“What do you want, Diana? - I opened my eyes lost, there was no revenge, no pain only him.
“I want you, Dragon. - I whispered having the request granted.
I screamed wildly at him burying himself in me, my body asking for more, the tremor building through my belly.
His thrusts slow yet strong, his eyes watching my every expression. I pressed my ankles against his ass, digging my nails into his back, drawing a groan from him.
Increasing our pace in pursuit of climax together, my body rippling against his in a lilting dance on the bed.
The scent of sex, the heat of his body, the aphrodisiac of his scent, I felt the release as a release, the desire spreading and burning everything.
So delicious I sighed, losing my breath, he began to seek his own release and in a movement to leave almost all of him he shoved everything in with force, bringing the urge to come again, making my body weaken.
I lost consciousness when I reached a second orgasm as intense as the first, I felt his arms pulling me, his heat against my cold skin, the blanket covering my body. The strong desire, allayed in every way, consuming all available energy, opened a sated smile.
“Choose me small. - I heard the whisper last.
I fall into a deep, delicious, sated sleep, without nightmares, feeling anything close to safety and protection with heavy arms around me.