Paradise Disguised(23)

"No, don't do this," she said, even as her traitorous arms pulled him closer.

Starving to be inside her, though it had only been hours since their  last joining, he pushed her dress up around her waist and plunged his  fingers inside of her waiting heat. His need was fierce, the urge to  possess overwhelming any gentleness he might have had.

He could hear her rapid breathing as he took her up, peak after peak. He  slid his tongue over her quivering skin until he captured her breast.  The prick of his teeth against her sensitive flesh sent her erratic  pulse scattering.

He was wild with want, with a restrained violence that Anna had never  seen before. And the hunger she felt leaping in her own body was primal  in its need to mate with this man. It was life and death, good and evil,  joy and hate all rolled into one.

Anna grabbed frantically at the clothes still covering his body. She  pulled at his shirt until buttons started to fly, and she fumbled at the  snap on his trousers. His fingers bit into the delicate flesh at her  hips as he kept her anchored between his body and the wall, and he  groaned as he felt her hands grasp his rigid cock in her hand. He fused  his mouth to hers once again and pushed against her opening until he  felt the wet heat envelop him fully.

He thought briefly about the condoms in his bag and knew he should stop  to get them, but he couldn't do it. The feel of her around him was too  great, and a little voice in his head told him he was desperate enough  for Anna to see his love that he wasn't above getting her pregnant to  get through to her.

He began to rock against her, slowly at first, then faster, faster until  he was driven way past the point of reason. The only thing in the world  at that moment was her. Only her. He felt her tighten around him and  shudder in his arms. All he could do was follow in his own release.

He leaned against her, their blood and heartbeats cooling along with the sheen of sweat that lightly coated their bodies.

"This doesn't change anything," Anna said.

Dylan found the energy to raise his head and look into her eyes. The  tears coursing down her cheeks caused his heart to contract, but he  understood her fear because it used to be his own.

"It changes everything," he said. He carried her over to the bed, still  intimately joined, and laid her on the soft down quilts. He smoothed the  tears from her cheeks and kissed them gently.

Her eyes were wide and luminous as he began to move inside her slowly,  tenderly. This wasn't the furious coupling they'd shared before but  something deeper, more intimate. It was a dance, give and take, swaying  bodies and gentle moonlight.

"I love you," he said as the tempo quickened and soft sighs became urgent moans.

"Look at me," Dylan demanded when Anna closed her eyes to block the  feelings she saw in his own. It was too much, too powerful for her to  stand. She did love him, and when he was in her arms like this she  couldn't remember why she needed to resist him.

"I love you," he said again, and crushed his mouth to hers.



His need for her didn't diminish as the night grew longer. And her  passion met his own, even when he could tell she was exhausted.

The shadowy light of dawn was just beginning to glow pearly gray when he  turned her to her back and slipped inside her. She was still half  asleep, but her body welcomed him. He propped her legs over his arms and  moved slowly, in and out, from the base of his cock to the very tip.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked as her eyes fluttered open to meet his gaze.

"No. Don't stop. Not ever."

"Good." He leaned down and kissed her softly, entwining his tongue with  hers in a lazy dance. And then he nipped sharply at her bottom lip,  causing her to gasp with pleasure. "I told you we'd explore the desire  you seem to have for a little pain."

He kept his thrusts steady as he moved his mouth down to her breasts.  Her nipples were tight buds, the color of ripe cherries, just begging  for his mouth to find them. He laved one with his tongue before giving  it a sharp bite with his teeth. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, and  he groaned at pleasure. He gave the same attention to the other and felt  his balls draw tighter with every spasm she had.                       
       
           



       

He pulled out of her before he spent himself too quickly and turned her  to her stomach. He propped pillows beneath her, so her ass was put on  display before him. He entered her from behind, loving the way he  disappeared inside of her. She was so wet, and he used his fingers to  spread her juices higher, dipping his finger into the tight bud of her  anus.

"Mmm," she moaned.

"Do you like that?" Dylan asked, slipping two fingers inside the tight  hole as he continued his assault on her pussy with his cock.

"Yessssss. It feels so good."

He stretched his fingers and lubricated her with her own cream. Sweat  beaded on his brow, and his muscles strained with the effort to not  spend himself too soon. He wanted his cock in her ass with a ferocity  that made him shake. It was an intimacy that would bring them closer  together than ever before.

"Do you want me to fuck you here?" he whispered in her ear, nipping at  the lobe. His other hand was beneath her rubbing her clitoris in slow  circles while his cock was buried inside her and his fingers moved in  and out of her ass.

"Oh, God. I can't take it anymore. It's too much."

"There's no such thing as too much pleasure, Anna. Just like there's no  such thing as too much love. If I take you in your ass it means you  belong to me. And only me. Is that what you want?" He emphasized the  question by flicking her clit until she hung just on the edge of orgasm.

"Yes, please. Just fuck me."

"I want to hear you say you belong to me. Say it, and I'll give you what you want."

Her breath heaved in and out of her chest, and her body trembled with  need. Her voice choked out a sob when she answered. "I belong to you,  Dylan. Only you."

Dylan roared with triumph and pulled out of her dripping pussy, moving  to the small hole he'd stretched to accommodate his size. He pushed his  bulbous head past the tight entrance, gritting his teeth at the pleasure  that gathered in his balls. Once his head slipped past the tight ring,  he slid all the way to the hilt. His hands grabbed her hips and he began  thrusting.

Her cries of rapture couldn't drown out his own. He'd never felt  anything like this before. It was as if they were as close as two people  could ever be. Heart to heart. Soul to soul. He pulled her up so her  back rested against his chest and she sat partially on his knees. He  strummed her clit with his fingers and plucked at her nipples. And when  she tightened around him in a vise so tight he thought he'd lose  consciousness, he buried his face in her neck and let his balls empty  into her waiting depths.

Dylan pulled out of her and collapsed on top of her. He pulled her into his arms. "I love you, Anna."

But the words went unheard because she was already asleep.





Chapter Thirteen





"Well, what do you think?" Dylan asked Mitchell as he showed him the  2-carat brilliant diamond ring nestled in a little blue box.

"I think you're an idiot. Do you remember when we used to come to this  place everyday, sit down at our desks and work to meet our deadlines?  When can we start doing that again?" Mitchell asked, rubbing his  throbbing temples.

"So. . .does that mean you think she won't like it?"

"I think you've lost your mind, but that's just me," he said throwing  his arms up in the air in defeat. There was no talking Dylan out of  something once he'd made up his mind. "I'm not sure why you felt you  needed to buy an engagement ring when the last time you saw each other  you gave her an ultimatum and she walked out of your life. Again."

"I didn't give her an ultimatum. Exactly. I just told her I loved her  and that she needed to do some serious soul searching. She claims she  loves me, but she doesn't trust me to be able to love her back. Then I  told her I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her, but I wouldn't  keep making a fool of myself over someone who didn't feel I was worth  loving. And then she ran," Dylan said undeterred. "Again."

Their romantic getaway hadn't worked out exactly as he'd planned. They'd  turned to each other over and over again in the darkness of the night,  and he'd shown her the depth of his love in every possible way.

But when the morning had come, she'd been unable to trust he'd been  sincere, and he didn't have the heart to push her any more. She'd looked  defeated and tired. He'd decided the best thing to do was let nature  take its course and leave her alone.

The flight back to Paradise had been strained and silent until he'd  dropped her off at her house. Now that he had a chance to think about  it, he guessed he had given her an ultimatum. That had been two weeks  ago, and he still hadn't seen her around town. Absence did make the  heart grow fonder. He hoped she felt the same way.