Page 8 of Their Darkest Needs
He pulls his shirt off and slowly stalks over me like I’m his prey. There's a dragon tattoo on his chest, and he has a softly visible six pack, like he works out, but not too much. I’m pretty sure he can see how I’m drooling over his incredible body, but I don’t care.We're married anyways.
His tattooed arms reach forward, leaning against each side of my body, his veins sticking out all the way to his big, masculine hands. There must be a god somewhere giving me this fine specimen. But then why take my closest friend from me?
Good job Taylor. I’m about to get the sex of my dreams, and here I am ruining the mood with my depressing thoughts.
I don’t even remember getting married, and now he’ll surely divorce me.
My head starts to spiral, and my breathing is hitching until I can feel warm hands hold my face, and I look into the most beautiful deep blue eyes. Whatever he just did seems to work since the way he looks at me is making all the thoughts leave my head just for a second.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Do you want to take a shower and watch a movie instead?” God, this man is so kind, I don’t deserve him.
I open my mouth to answer him, but it’s like my voice just doesn’t want to work.
He brushes his hands over my cheeks. Am I crying?
He moves away from me. Guilt and anxiety start to hit me. I haven’t even been in the house for thirty minutes and he already regrets me.
I can’t hold the sobs in anymore as I let all the negative thoughts fill my head. My parents were right. I'm worthless, no one could ever love me. I know I shouldn’t think all these things, but if everyone always said this to me, doesn’t it make it true then?
“Love, what’s going on? Talk to me.” I look up and see him walking back into the room towards me. He sits down next to meand pulls my body into his, holding me. I sob into his neck while trying to keep it together, but failing horribly.
He keeps holding me, kissing my forehead while talking to me, though I’m not sure what it is he is saying.
It takes me a couple of minutes before I am all cried out. My head hurts and my eyes are puffy, and I am feeling that daze you get when you get it all out and are too tired to continue crying.
I can hear the sound of water falling from afar and focus on it while he holds me a little longer.
“How are you feeling?” His rough voice takes me out of my daze.
“My head hurts, I’m sorry I didn—”
“Shh, it's okay, my love, you need time. I'm sorry for pushing you. I put the shower on, I thought maybe it’ll help you feel better.”
If I were able to, I’m pretty sure I’d be crying with appreciation right now.
How I could even forget a man like this is beyond me.
He helps me off the bed and brings me to the bathroom. If I thought the house looked big, I should have seen this shower. I think three people could easily fit in here, and there is even a place you can sit on.Are we that rich?
Don’t tell me not only is he built like a god and incredibly thoughtful, but also rich.Someone pinch me.
“Wow, this all seems so unreal.”Literally, what is he hiding?He laughs and takes his trousers off. I know it’s rude to stare, but can you blame me? Look at him. There has got to be something wrong, no way he’s this perfect.
I can see the big bulge in his underwear, and I’m relieved that at least that’s not what’s wrong.
“Enjoying the view?” I look up to see him smirking. He looks so beautiful like that.
He removes his underwear, his huge dick jumps free, and I have never been more attracted to any man in my life before than I am to him.
I take off my shirt and walk with him into the shower. I move to grab the sponge, but he stops me and grabs it instead. “It’s my job to take care of you,” he says before I have a chance to protest.
He opens the bottle and pours the body wash onto the sponge in his hand. I can feel the wetness dripping down my thighs as he walks up to me and starts to glide the sponge over my naked body. I moan softly when his hands reach my breasts, kneading them roughly. His hands trail down my curves until he is at my hips, and then he pulls me around and starts to knead my ass. He’s crouching down, and kissing my skin as he continues to lather me up. His hands are brushing over my legs one by one while he licks and sucks at my skin.
A pinching sting at my right ass cheek makes me yelp while he laughs.Did he just bite my ass? Since when do I find that hot?
He trails his hands back up and turns me around towards him, then grabs the showerhead and starts to spray it over my body. For some weird reason, the action seems familiar to me, but I can’t come up with why it does.
Once all the soap has been washed off, he changes the stream setting of the showerhead and places it at my core. The hot pressure makes me gasp and moan the moment it touches my most sensitive area.
