Gone - Anna Brooks Page 0,80
He snaps my name, and I lift my head. His eyes are heated but guarded, and I freak, thinking this is the time the nightmare becomes reality.
He reaches for me, but I climb up him and barely have my panties pushed to the side before I slam down on him. “Fuckin’ hell.” He fists the sheets on either side of his hips and tilts his head back. I take that as an invitation and lick from his chest up to his chin, and then slide my tongue between his lips.
“Damien,” I mumble into his mouth, breathing the same air as him.
“Here, Isabel. I’m right here. Always right fuckin’ here.”
The tightness in my belly unravels and waves of relief pulse between my thighs. I sink my teeth into his shoulder as I tremble around him, my pussy spasming and squeezing so tight I can feel the ridges of his cock inside me.
He seizes my hips and holds me still, strong fingers halting any movement, grunting as the tremors fade away. I kiss where I bit him, and then blink some of the fog away. Fire and ice make the burn freeze, and his nostrils flare with each harsh breath that passes through him. “Are you done?” he grits out.
“What?”
“You done ridin’ my dick like you’re scared I’m gonna leave you?”
I try to climb off him, but he doesn’t allow it. “Let me go.”
“Fuck that. What the hell was that, Izzy?”
“My dream, you…”
It’s too embarrassing to even admit out loud, so luckily, he finishes my sentence for me. “I left you. I know. It’s been the same thing for two weeks now.”
It has been. And every time I wake up, he just holds me until I fall back asleep, but this time was different. It was a violent frenzy of need. “I’m sorry.”
“You know I like it when you fuck me hard, Izzy. But I don’t like it when you’re doing it to try to prove to yourself that I’m still here. I told you I’m not going anywhere.”
“I know, I’m sorry. This one was just so real and I… I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”
He grins. “No. I know you’re tough and all, but you could never hurt me. Now will you look at me. Look into my eyes and hear me, Izzy. I am not leaving you. I will never leave you. I don’t know what else I can do to make you believe that. We can go to the courthouse tomorrow and get married if that’s what it’ll take, but I know you want your family there, so short of that, I’m at a loss of what else I have to do to prove my devotion to you.”
“I know you won’t. It’s not your problem, it’s mine, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t burden you with my issues.”
“It’s our issue, Iz. And we’ll work together, we’ll figure it out together because it’s you and me. We’re a team. I’m here for you, and you’re here for me.”
I swing my head to the side, ashamed at my behavior and how my issues are affecting him.
“I get you can’t control your dreams, but you can control your reaction to them. How would you feel if I shoved your face in the pillows and fucked you from behind without saying a word to you?”
He’s so right. I feel like shit. My shoulders slump, and my hair falls to hide my embarrassment. “I’ll never do that again. I’m sorry.”
“I’m always here for you, and if you need reassurances, I’ll give them to you. But my girl doesn’t fuck me for them. If you need more than words, you can use my dick anytime, but Izzy baby.” I lift my chin, and he drops his. “You make love to your man slow. You look at me. Kiss me. You tell me you love me.”
“Okay.”
His hands glide up my thighs, capture the hem of my nightie, and remove the silky material. He caresses my breasts, lightly with a knuckle on the bottom, then the tips of his fingers circle my nipples sensuously, and then massaging their weight, all while searing his way deeper into my soul with his devilishly beautiful eyes. Worshipping, telling me without words how he feels, showing me, promising me.
He flattens his palms and slides them up to frame my face. “Why don’t you do that right about now?”
I squirm on him and realize in mortification that I used him like a sex toy and he didn’t even get off. “I—”
He cuts off my