Her fists gripped my jeans, pulling me closer, her mouth on mine in the next instance, silencing me. Fuck, it felt so good to be with her.
All my insecurities were silenced. I felt…happy, in control.
At peace.
How was that even possible? How could just being in her space make me feel so content?
“Dane…”
That was it.
That was enough. I heard it in the way she said my name. She was mine.
I sealed my mouth to hers again, softer this time, showing her just how much I needed her. Picking her up, she wrapped her legs around my waist and I carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. Looking down at her, I couldn’t understand how someone so perfect existed. I’d known back then, back the night I had planned to make her mine. Somehow, I had known.
There was no chance in hell I deserved her, or Van, but they were both mine now. Mine to protect, to save, to love.
Removing my belt, I removed my jeans and quickly got her undressed before I joined her on the bed, slowly moving between her legs, kissing her mouth, tenderly. Tavi’s hands rubbed over my back, her nails scratching down the muscles of my shoulders.
“Please, Dane…fuck me,” she moaned into my ear. “Fuck me like you’re about to lose me. Show me how badly you need me.”
Fuck me.
Perfection.
I knelt, looking down at her perfect body, the pink tint of her skin from her arousal, the way her pussy was swollen from my affection before, calling me to it like a beacon.
“You want me to brand you from the inside out?” I asked her, trailing my fingers down the valley between her breasts, and toward her navel. “Make you mine, over and over again, until you can’t think of anything but crying out my name?”
Her body writhed under my touch, her thighs clenching. She was trying to get friction but I wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easily. No, my woman was going to be screaming for me, before I let her coat my fingers, face and cock.
Then, I’d fuck her slow, show her just how fucking perfect she was for me. Show her what I’d do to her every fucking night, just to prove that I was in this for the long haul.
I wasn’t going fucking anywhere.
“Dane.”
I moved my hands down her thighs, pulling them out wider, before I moved one hand down over her swollen, wet lips. Her core was sucking my fingers in deeper, and her moans were growing incessant, as she rolled her hips to move my fingers where she needed them most. Hooking the tips of my fingers up and over, I found the spot she needed me to massage. Tavi’s hips bucked off the bed, but I held onto her hip, digging my fingers in as hard as I could.
“Fuck, Dane, yes!”
Moving my thumb up to massage her clit, Tavi exploded, her pussy gripping on my fingers as she came hard. She pulled at the pillows around her, discarding them around the bed as she moaned and came so hard, I thought she may pass out.
It wouldn’t stop me. I’d fuck her awake, show her what it was to be cherished. Loved. Wanted. Because there wasn’t a woman alive that could take me from her.
“Fuck, Dane, please!” she cried out. “Fuck me…make me yours.”
Yes, fucking ma’am!
Pulling her thighs up, I positioned my aching cock at her entrance and pushed in. Slowly at first, letting her pussy stretch for me. I was addicted to watching my girl’s reaction as I pushed into her.
Surprise, shock, lust, arousal. All of it, all mixed together.
Mine, mine, mine.
How could I have ever thought she wasn’t? I’d known the second I had decided to take her to bed five years ago. It was why she was tattooed on my body because I never thought Tavi washer real name, so I didn’t want to tattoo that. I wanted her face on me, a reminder of what the club cost me. My kids were on my body too.
Another cost thanks to the club.
