CHAPTER 39

CHAPTER 39
DALTON

"Tell me what you want," my voice sounds hoarse with need.

"I don't know," she whispers against my mouth. "I just want to see you unravel."

I wanted to tell her that she could already see that now and, to be completely honest, I had been unraveling for weeks, but the words escaped me as my hands moved down her sides and slipped beneath the dress. We teased each other with our mouths. I put my hands inside her panties and felt the heat against my fingers.

Yearning to see more of her, I withdrew my fingers and took them to the hem of her dress. With a single motion, I lifted it and pulled it over her head. I froze when I saw what was underneath. "Holy God." She was trying to kill me.

I took a step back and leaned against the wall in the room. She stood before me, drenched to the bone, wearing white lace panties tied on both sides of her hips with a silk ribbon. Her nipples were hard and visible beneath the matching bra, and I couldn't help but reach out to touch them.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," I said, running my fingertips over her taut breasts. A visible shiver ran through her, and my hand traveled up her body, over her collarbone, up her neck, and to her jawline.

How could I have her by my side? She was mine, only mine, and I loved her as I have never loved anyone else in this life. I took her face in my hands and kissed her deeply, my tongue sliding against hers. Her hips moved against mine, and we slowly approached the bed, never letting go of each other in the process.

I couldn't stop touching her skin: along her back, over the soft curve at the end and back up her sides to her breasts. I needed to feel, to savor every inch of her skin.

Our kiss remained unbroken, stumbling awkwardly as we desperately removed what little clothing remained between us. I kicked off my shoes while guiding her to the bed, and she stroked my stomach, searching for my belt. I helped her, and soon I was also free from my pants and boxers. Hurriedly, I kicked them aside, and they landed a bit further in a pile of scattered clothes.

I followed the line of her ribs with my knuckles before sliding my hands to the clasp of her bra. I undid it and practically ripped it off her body. Pulling her closer to me, I groaned into her mouth when her hard nipples brushed against my chest. The ends of her hair tickled my hands as I passed them over her bare back, and I felt electricity against my skin.

The room was dark, with only the dim light coming from the bathroom door crack and the moon in the night sky. The back of her knees hit the bed, and I moved toward the last piece of clothing that stood between us. My mouth traveled up to her lips and then down her neck, both breasts and her torso. I gave her brief kisses and bites on her stomach before finally reaching the white lace that concealed the rest of her.

I got down on my knees in front of her, lifted my gaze, and met her eyes. She had her hands in my hair, running her fingers through the tousled locks. I planted a small kiss on her hip without breaking eye contact, and then I tore them apart. I wasn't going to leave without ripping off her underwear when just minutes ago I had seen her soaked to the bone in them, and that sight would forever remain in my mind.

She smiled as if she knew what had crossed my mind, and without waiting any longer, I pushed her slightly so she lay back on the sheets. We kissed passionately, hands searching and grabbing, trying to get as close as possible. Our hips met, and my member slid against her wet heat. Every time it brushed against her clit, she let out a moan. With a gentle movement, I could be deep inside her.

I wanted that more than anything in the world, but I needed to hear something from her first. When she said that she was completely mine, it triggered something. I hadn't fully understood it yet, and I didn't know if it meant something I wasn't fully prepared to explore, but I knew I needed to hear it, to hear that it was me she wanted. I needed to know that, for tonight, she was mine.

Because there was a possibility that I could lose her tomorrow, that when the dawn broke, she would walk away from me, but I had this night, this night in which not even Zeus himself could take her away from my side.

"Fuck, I'm dying to be inside you right now," I whispered in her ear. She was left breathless, but a deep sigh escaped her lips. "Is that what you want? Tell me what you want."

"You," she whispered with her sensual lips against my ear, sending electric signals throughout my body.

The tip of my penis grazed her entrance, and I clenched my jaw because I wanted to prolong it. Her heels ran up and down my legs until they finally stopped when she wrapped her legs around my waist. I took both of her hands and placed them above her head while intertwining our fingers.

"Please, Dalton," she pleaded. "I'm about to lose my mind."

I lowered my head so that our foreheads touched and finally pushed to enter her.

"Oh, fuck, I love you," she whimpered.

"Say it again." I was running out of breath as I started moving in and out of her.

"Dalton... fuck!"

I didn't know why I wanted to hear it, but I did. To know that at this moment, I was the only one who knew her like this, surrendered, wild—it thrilled me and I could even say it inflated my ego. I wanted to hear it again and again. I got on my knees and began thrusting into her with a steady rhythm. Our hands were still intertwined.

"I'll never get enough of this," I confessed.

I was close, and I needed to hold on. I had been separated from her for too long, and nothing from the fantasies I had had with her could compare to this.

"I want you like this every day," I said against her moist skin. "Like this."

"Why?" she said through gritted teeth.

I lowered myself onto her again, laughing against her neck. "Because you are mine and you always will be."