Page 8 of Securing Her Truth
I pause by the counter, my dark gaze tracking over to where she sits. She looks small against the heavy rustic furniture, but there’s nothing small about her presence.
"Just ensuring we're locked down," I tell her, my voice rougher than intended.
Stella looks down at her hands, her shoulders dropping just a fraction. The tough exterior she wears like armor slips, exposing a raw edge that makes my chest tighten.
"I'm not used to this," she says softly, almost to herself. "Someone else standing between me and the fire.” I freeze, not wanting to miss a single word. “I’ve spent my whole life fighting to uncover the truth, Easton. Because when you grow up realizing the people supposed to protect you are the ones spinning the lies... you learn quickly that trust is a luxury you can't afford." She looks up, her eyes wide and painfully honest. "It’s hard to let someone else handle the perimeter."
A fierce, protective devotion roars to life in my veins, hot and absolute. I don't say a word, but a silent, ironclad vow cements itself in my chest: I will destroy anyone who has ever made her feel unsafe. I will burn the world to ashes before I let anyone hurt her again.
The emotional weight in the room shifts, breaking the final barrier between us. I stalk toward her, the hungry, dominant intentions pouring from my eyes. Stella peers up at me, nibbling her bottom lip as I approach.
I reach out, my thumb brushing against her chin to coax her bottom lip out from the prison of her teeth. When I see her full, juicy, glistening lips, I can’t help but cup the back of her neck and pull her into me for a taste.
Stella wraps her arms around my neck, letting me lift her off the couch while tangling my tongue with hers. She automatically wraps her legs around my hips, and I groan at the wet heat of her pussy rubbing against my abs. I can feel her need even through the clothes we’re wearing, which will need to come off as soon as possible.
“Love your sexy fucking body,” I growl as I set her down in front of the bed in the main room. “Will you let me see all of you? Can I touch you, Stella?”
I reel in my primal lust enough to clear the fog. This is important, and I can’t let my reptile brain make the calls.
She nods and pulls me in for another kiss, but I pause. Stella furrows her brow in confusion, and I tuck her hair behind her ear before gently rubbing worried crease between her brows.
With a monumental effort, I soften my voice so I can speak to her like a human instead of roaring like the caged lion I feel pacing inside of me. “I need you to tell me, sweetheart. Tell me you want this. I will never take advantage of you or your trust.”
Stella brings her hand up to the side of my face, her fingertips grazing across my cheek and sending a shiver down my spine. “I trust you, Easton. I… I’m still getting used to all of this,” she tells me, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Trusting someone?” I guess.
“Well, yes, that and…” her cheeks turn pink and then red as she breaks eye contact.
“And?” Holding my breath, I wait for her answer. If she wants to stop, I would, no questions asked.
“Um, you know…this.” Stella motions between the two of us, then raises her eyebrows as if to make a point. When her emerald green eyes meet mine, I know exactly what she’s confessing to.
“Are you telling me I’ll be the first person to see you like this? To touch you and taste you and watch you unravel?”
I can be a possessive motherfucker, but knowing I’m her first, only, and last takes it to another level. I’m practically salivating as I map out her curves hiding behind the baggy shirt of mine she’s wearing.
“Only you,” she confirms. Stella takes a step back, making me question what she wants to do. I’ll follow her lead. I never want to make her uncomfortable.
When she smiles at me, there’s no doubt what she wants. That spark in her eyes has liquid fire singeing my veins. I watch with rapt attention as Stella takes out her hair tie, letting her gorgeous hair out of its tight braid. She shakes her head, and the strands fall around her shoulders, wavy and luscious and begging for my fingers to comb through them.
Stella starts to undress, but I take over before she gets too far. “Let me,” I say, my voice low and rough. She nods, and I lift the shirt off her body, revealing her perfect fucking tits. Jesus, I want my cum painted on her skin and dripping from her nipples. How depraved is that?
Before my mind can run away with anymore caveman thoughts of marking her, I loop an arm around Stella’s waist and nuzzle into the side of her neck. She tilts her head back giving me more room to kiss and lick her slender column. I reach her breasts, licking her cleavage and then teasing her nipple with my tongue and teeth.
Stella moans, and I turn my attention to her other nipple, giving it the same attention. I kneel down before her and kiss down her torso, biting at the waistband of her leggings, when I notice something.
“No panties?” I growl
“Maybe I was hoping I wouldn’t need them,” Stella replies breathlessly. She gives me a smirk that belies her innocence, and goddamn, I can’t wait for what’s to come.
“Naughty girl. What am I going to do with you?”
I can fucking smell her arousal, but it’s not enough. Burying my nose into her pussy, I breathe in her scent through the thin fabric, confirming how wet and ready my woman is to be mine..
“Easton, please…”
I hear the desperation in her voice, and fuck, I feel it too. She squeals as I push her lightly onto the bed, but her laughter turns into a moan as I crawl over her body and cage her in with my arms on either side of her head.
