UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,128
is a little bag dangling from his fingers too.
“Dutch?”
“It’s Daniel when we’re in here,” he murmurs as he steps inside and closes the door. “Had Bones bring in a bagel for you.”
“What do you use it for?” I ask, tilting my head toward the bench as I catch the white bag.
Daniel releases his towel and all thoughts of the bench, of the bagel completely melt away at the sight of his naked body. Grinning, I bite the inside of my cheek as my eyes take in every glorious inch of him.
Mine.
The sensation fills me at the sight of him.
All mine.
“I like to use it for positions. There are hooks so that I can strap you down,” he offers with a grin as he starts to climb up the bed. I gasp as his hand wraps in the bedding and he tugs the sheet down. “Spread for me, baby.”
I shake my head. I cleaned up afterward last night, but no way am I spreading my legs right in front of his face without a shower.
Nu-uh, no way.
His lips slowly curve up into a grin. Then, before I realize what’s happening, his hands are at the insides of my thighs and he spreads my legs for me. I let out a cry, but he only laughs as he leans in and touches his lips to my clit.
“I won’t tonight, because this pussy is sore, isn’t it?”
I watch him, nodding my head, because I am indeed sore. He grins against my center, his tongue swirling my clit, but not touching anywhere else. That’s how he makes me come, with his tongue against my clit and it is bliss.
DUTCH
Gathering her in my arms, I hold her close. I’m not usually this much of a touchy-feely guy, but with Ana, it’s different, everything is different. Gliding my fingers up and down her arm, I let out a grunt, knowing that I have to get my ass up and moving for the day and wishing that I didn’t.
“I need to clean up downstairs,” she breathes.
I hum, tugging on the end of her hair. “You’re mine now, you don’t need to work here.”
She watches me for a moment, her lips turning up into a grin. “But I don’t mind it and hasn’t it been nicer with it being actually clean?” she asks, arching a brow.
“You like it?”
She shrugs a shoulder. “Gives me something to do.”
“I can give you plenty to do,” I offer, raising a brow.
She giggles, honest to fuck giggles, and I can’t help but smile back down at her. “When you’re ready,” I start. “When you’re ready, I want to know everything about your past, your childhood.”
Something ugly crosses her features and as much as I want to tell her, never mind, that she doesn’t need to, I don’t. She does. She’s my woman and I need to know everything about her, just like she deserves to know everything about me.
She won’t know everything about me, of course, but I will tell her what I can and without hesitation.
“We can go slowly, but I already know a lot about your life from being here, from what I saw down in Colombia, it would be nice to know the real you, beneath all that other shit.”
I watch as she licks her lips, then they turn up into a smile. “I can do that, Daniel.”
“My parents died when I was sixteen,” I begin, knowing that if I want from her, I’m going to have to give to her. “My father killed my mother because he found out she was fucking her pastor, then he killed himself.”
“Daniel,” she gasps, placing her palm against my chest as she pushes up to look down into my eyes.
My lips curve up into a grin. “I’m okay, baby,” I rasp.
She nods her head, lowering so that her chin is against my chest. “My father didn’t care much about me, except for my virginity. That was essential. He reminded me, often, that without it I was useless and he would just sell my body to make him money instead of using me as a trade.”
“Fuck,” I hiss.
“I was a virgin until I came here. I was terrified,” she confesses.
“Gator?”
She shrugs a shoulder. “I felt safe with him. I knew it was wrong, but he was feeling lonely and I wanted it gone with someone that I was safe with.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her against my chest. “I understand, baby. Never again, but I understand.”