Page 215 of Savior
“And when did she say all this to you? It wasn’t in front of me.”
“When I called her.”
He nearly glares at me. “Well, I haven’t lost anything.”
“The bigger I get, the less you want me.”
“Wrong. It’s got nothing to do with my level of attraction to you. I am very attracted to you. I love that you’re carrying my child. I love that it’s blatantly evident that you are. I’ve never been prouder of anything in my life.” He shakes his head at me, looking at me as if I’m crazy. Maybe I am.
“I’m sorry I made you jealous of Viking.” I can’t even say the words with a straight face. “I do not want Viking.”
Dean’s eyes narrow at me, a slight smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. “I’m glad you find this funny, Vanna. I want you to remember this conversation. When Ace is sleeping soundly in his crib, and you’re fully healed… Because I’m going to remember this night. And I’m going to fuck the hell out of you for it.”
I press my lips together, rolling them inward as my eyes widen at his libidinous, threat of a promise.
“In the meantime,” he growls, playfully shoving me back on the bed. I let out a little squeal as I land on the comforter, watching him crawl up onto the bed, caging me beneath him. “I plan to proceed with my regularly scheduled worship of you.”
He sits back, kneeling on the mattress as he grabs me by my hips and drags me up against him. My legs splayed on either side of his waist, the back of my thighs against the front of his.
“Worship is most convincing on one’s knees, isn’t it? You told me that.” he grins wickedly at me, one hand sliding down my thigh, the other, moving to grab his cock. I feel the swollen head sliding up and down my slippery slit, my body still ready for him. His teeth sink into his own lower lip as he watches me. His strong hand kneads the soft flesh of my thigh as the head of his cock slips between my lips. He rocks his hips slightly forward, rubbing my clit with the head of his cock.
“Do you want me inside of you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes… please…”
“Good girl.” He growls, pressing the head of his cock harder against my clit. He then drags it down until the he’s right against my entrance, pushing inside slowly, just enough to get the tip inside of me. Dean leans forward and I gasp at the warm, wet sensation of his tongue brushing over the hardened peak of my breast. The suction as he pulls it further inside the hot cavern of his mouth, makes me writhe beneath him. He flicks the tip with his tongue, before his teeth gently bite down. Sparks of pleasure shoot through me as my fingers find their way into his hair, gripping him as his mouth sucks and pinches my taut nipple, drawing out the pleasure.
I bend my knees, attempting to curl my legs around him to pull him deeper into me. I want more than just the head of his cock. He rocks his hips forward, teasing, tormenting little thrusts, that have me growing more and more desperate for him.
He’ll never tell me to beg... Not after Jack… But he’s not above driving me to it…
“Oh God… I want you, Dean… please…” I whisper.
He releases my nipple and moves to my other breast, swirling that talented tongue around my other pebbled peak.
“Do you?” he growls, then clamps his mouth over the tip and pulls with another hard suck.
My body arches, pushing the swell of my breast against his face as I gasp, “Yes!”
“Put your arms up by your head… Leave them there.” Dean demands, his voice thick with desire, though with an edge of authority.
I do as he asks, letting my arms fall back against the comforter as he straightens, his hands skimming down my sides until they’re resting on my thighs again.
“I want to admire the feminine curvature of your body.” He growls. “You’re so beautiful, baby… So fucking sexy… Tell me what you want.”
“You.”
“Tell me how you want me.” He groans, thrusting a little deeper this time, though nowhere near what I’m asking for. I watch the muscles in his chest and arms flex as his fingers dig into the soft flesh of my thighs.
“All of you… Give me all of you.”
“You have all of me, baby. Forever.”
“I want you inside me… please…”
