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.
“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.
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.”
“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.