Chapter Forty
Allie
Dylan was trying to kill me with sex. That was the only explanation for what he was doing to my body. Thankfully, my legs were free, so I was able to wrap them around his hips as he moved in and out of my body at a pace that made me ache for more.
“You feel so fucking perfect,” Dylan said. “I love being inside of you.”
“I love having you inside of me,” I breathed out, lifting my hips and trying to coax him to move faster. When I was nearly out of my mind with desire, Dylan worked his hips in a circular motion, putting the most exquisite pressure on my clit, until I screamed out his name as I climaxed around him.
True to his word, Dylan held still, watching me as the spasms of my orgasm subsided.
“You’re so beautiful when you come,” he said, kissing the corner of my mouth and then reaching down to lift my legs, opening me more for his sensual assault. This time, his steady strokes were slightly harder, hitting a different spot and setting off a new and even more intense arousal. He got to his knees, holding my legs up as he increased his thrusts.
“I can’t take anymore, Dylan,” I practically pleaded.
“Yes, you can,” he said, releasing my legs and repositioning our bodies so he could kiss me. His tongue moved against mine, practically devouring my mouth, and I could still taste myself on him. That’s when the bonds released, and I threaded my fingers through his hair, pulling him even closer, something that seemed impossible.
Dylan tore his mouth from mine. “I just can’t get enough of you, Allie.”
I wanted to tell him I felt the same, but I seemed incapable of speech. The raw need in Dylan’s eyes stripped me of the ability to utter a single word.
His thrusts increased again, and I lost the ability to even think.
“So fucking perfect,” Dylan said in a strained voice as he stared down into my eyes.
I couldn’t look away, and it was the intensity of his stare that sent me over the edge again.
“Dylan!” I screamed.
“I can’t hold back any longer,” Dylan said as he came so hard I felt his cock jerking violently inside of me.
“I need you so much.” Dylan sounded almost desperate. “Until you, I never knew it was possible to need someone this much.”
“I need you, too,” I admitted softly. “It scares me to death, but I really do need you.”
Dylan didn’t pull out of me or move for the longest time. “I can’t promise I’ll never hurt you,” he said softly.
“I know,” I said. “No one can make that promise, and I’m not asking you to.”
“What I can promise is that I’ll do my best not to hurt you,” he offered.
In that moment, it was enough.