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Except once I walk through the door. I’m stunned at what I see. My eyes burn, knowing what he’s done. Tonight has been nothing short of a dream. I’m not a girly girl, knowing that Dekker has shown me that I can be myself and still be treated like his queen.
Arms go around me, and I’m pulled back into a hard chest. Dekker’s breathing is soft and tickles the hair on my neck.
“You, my sweet little hellion, need to learn patience.” Dekker kisses behind my ear, and one of his hands trails from my waist to my chin. His warmth and the field of his hard dick pressed into my back, causing me to moan. My head turns to his eyes as heated, and their need tells me everything I need to know. He wants me as much as I like him.
Without releasing me, Dekker pushes me forward, following the sea of lavender petals leading to his room, and my breath hitches, and my pussy floods. His bedroom is filled with the scent of Lavender; there are candles on every surface, illuminating the room. Tonight, I will make him mine because I'm already his. For the first time in my life, I don’t think the man that consumes my mind and soul is an asshole.
All men are not dicks.
DEKKER
Wither her back to the wall, and my chest pressed into her. I pull my lips from hers, moving them over her jaw. Enjoying the feel of her warm skin on my lips. I continue to kiss the skin of her neck. It is taking everything in me to slow down. Dalia tries to hurry me along, but I don’t let her. We stand facing each other; I am in my boxer briefs, and Dalia is in her bra and panties. Reaching around her back, I unclasped her bra and let it drop to the floor. She moaned as I dipped my tongue into the hollow of her neck, where it met her collarbone. Her body trembled under my touch, subconsciously leaning towards me, a silent plea for more.
“Dalia, if you don’t want to get fucked against this door, I suggest you slow down,” I warn her, meaning. My dick is painfully hard and has me second-guessing my words. He is finally getting what he wants and twitches, begging to be buried deep inside of her.
“Fuck me, Dekker.” Her words are husky and laced with need
Lift her in my arms, swing around, and in two strides, lay her down and follow her onto my bed. Hovering over her. Fuck foreplay. I need her now. Right the fuck now, my need to take it is all-consuming. Her scent is intoxicating, like a man possessed. I rip my boxers off and her underwear without a second thought. Once naked, I gripped the backs of her thighs and lifted her, sitting back on my haunches. My eyes are on hers as my hips shit forward, rubbing her hard nub, she is soaked, and my dick twitches again as I release a moan of anticipation.
“Dekker.”
Her pleading tone has my dick even harder. Her eyes are begging me to give her what she needs.
“Don’t worry, baby, I will give you everything you need. I am going to take you in every way I can. Because you are mine, Dalia. Mine to fuck, mine to protect, mine to love. I knew it that night. I was too stupid to believe that I had finally found you. And now that I have you. I will never fucking let you go. Tell me, Dalia… Tell me your mine.”
“I’m your Dekker, please baby, please give me your dick. I am your; you are mine, forever and always.”
Her eyes burn with need and the truth. Shifting my hip, I plunge into her warm heat, and my eyes close on their own accord as I fall forward. My arms go to either side of her head as I attack her lips, kissing her hungrily, possessively, promising her everything in this kiss. Promising my heart, my respect, my protection, my life. This kiss seals her fate.
Dalia moans into our kiss, her fingers tangling in my hair. Once I feel her walls adjust to me, I thrust into her hard and fast over and over. It takes everything in me not to cum, but I don’t stop her when I feel her walls rippling around my dick. Once she started, she couldn’t fucking stop, and I was leading her straight through back-to-back orgasms like a fucking pro. “Dekker,” she whimpered. “I love you,” she blurts out, surprising the fuck out of me. “Oh, God!” she moans and clamps around my dick.
My heart hammers in my chest at her proclamation, and with a growl, I begin to take her with even more savagely possessiveness. Tangling my hand in her hair, I yanked her lips to mine, sucking so hard on her bottom lip that I made it bleed.
I roared her name as I finally came, my hand tightening in her hair as my vision momentarily darkened with the force of my orgasm.
“I love you too, Dalia. You are mine, my woman, my ol’ lady, my love. And soon my wife.” Kissing her lips, I roll to my back, taking her with me.
We both release a moan as our combined release gushes out of her pulsating pussy around my semi-hard cock. Thank fuck we had the foresight to make sure we were covered. Dalia told me with no uncertain terms that I wasn’t getting the cookie without getting tested, so that’s exactly what I did, as did she. We are both clean, and she is protected. I will never want to take my woman with anything between us. She feels too damn good. I chuckle, thinking about how quickly things can change.
“Who knew a date neither of us wanted to go on would lead us to our forever?
Dalia kisses my chest.
“Who knew I’d find a man that wasn’t dick?”
About the Author
As someone that likes to push boundaries, she writes outside the lines, underneath and between them. Pure chaos is the name of the game. As a firm believer in strong women who 'strong women.' You will find that Tonya writes female leads that give as good as they take. Like in all romance, you will find strife, pain, family drama, love, joy, happiness, laughter, makeups and breakups. But don't worry, no third-act breakups here. But you will find very unconventional characters that SHATTER GLASS CEILINGS.
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