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He returned to her mouth and used his hands to spread her legs apart. She followed suit, lifting her pelvis as he entered her easily. They groaned together as they became one, with Rose wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him in deeper.
“Fuck me,” Dylan whimpered into her ear.
He began thrusting quickly, not wanting to make her wait any longer. Rose was still gazing upward, watching his strong ass smash into her, the powerful way his body enveloped hers. There were still a lot of pillows remaining on the bed due to their urgency, so Rose leaned back into them as Dylan sucked at her neck.
The lovely slapping sounds of their bodies colliding filled the refined space. Rose couldn’t believe she had landed herself in such a spectacular situation with such a selfless man. He would do anything to please her, and she knew it because he already had many, many times.
She sank into the moment the way someone sinks into a warm bath. She ran her hands through his wild hair, finding his skull, digging her nails in lightly as she met his thrusts with her pelvis. She purred when he moved himself down to her breasts, once again capturing her pulsing nipples inside his mouth.
“Oh, Dylan,” she sang to him. “God, you’re going to break me apart!”
Rose wanted more than anything to be shattered. For too long, she had lived to make her parents happy and had worried about what they or any member of the school board would think of her and her punk band. It made stress a constant companion for her, nestling in her shoulders like a tightly pulled wire.
But Dylan had uncoiled that stress through his attention, his sex, and the freedom he offered that left her space to embrace the power of her desires. She felt like she could take over the world when they made love, lightning blasting through her fingers and pussy like a god sent from the heavens.
Rose pulsed her hips against his cock harder, knowing she was close, and wanted him to get there again with her. She was amazed that he had remained hard and wondered if that was just a shifter thing. Either way, she loved it and felt spoiled by his length and girth.
“Oh, baby, I’m close,” she huffed.
Dylan continued sucking on her nipples as he thrust harder, deeper. Rose looked up at the mirror, feeling immensely turned on by the sight of not only Dylan’s naked body engulfing her but the bare sight of her yearning.
The veil had fallen, and she no longer felt any need to hide.
“Oh, baby, yes!”
Rose’s climax was just as strong as the first two, her muscles contracting and seizing as she rode the storm of pleasure. She squeezed her eyes shut and panted her lover's name, her nipples growing as sensitive as the tip of a tongue.
As she absorbed her orgasm, she felt Dylan’s muscles seize and felt him grunt into her breasts. She held his head close and felt the sensation of warmth as he spilled inside her.
“Baby,” Dylan moaned. “Baby, baby, baby.”
Rose laughed as he buried his face in the valley of her breasts. He pulsed his pelvis a few times before sliding out of her, letting out a loud and sultry howl as he did.
Rose bit her lip, still riding the magical high of her third mind-shattering climax of the evening. She could go for hours and hours with him, no matter how exhausted her body may have felt.
Dylan closed his eyes and traced her hips and waist with his hands. It tickled, and she shook, her body buzzing from his touch. Eventually, he sat up, kissing her stomach like it was the first time he’d ever seen her nude.
“Rose,” he said quietly, “I will never have enough words to describe what you mean to me.”
Despite the endorphins running through her body, Rose felt a rush of panic as Dylan appeared to approach the long-sought L word. She didn’t think she was going to be the first one to say it, especially after sex, but as he stared up at her with his dazzling emeralds, she wasn’t sure how she was going to react.
She reached out a hand and cupped his chin. He kissed her hand, looking adamant, playful, but a little serious. She felt herself wanting to divert from the topic, afraid of the intensity of his affection.
“I’m all for some sensual compliments, darling,” Rose said sweetly.
She felt relieved when he laid his head upon her stomach and closed his eyes. They both sank into a shallow doze, their sweat pooling onto the expensive silk sheets.
Rose looked up at herself, wondering what was wrong with her. She had this incredible man laying on her, literally willing to kiss her feet, and she was afraid of him saying that he loved her?
She feared the worst, which was that she wouldn’t say it back, and that would ruin their whirlwind dalliance. She loved it the way it had been going but wasn’t entirely sure she was ready to confess something so serious, so committal.
The swirling of thoughts faded away as her eyes closed, the lovers descending into a deep slumber as the world around them went dark with ease.
FOURTEEN
ROSE
Rose had settled into dating Dylan for almost a month but still had not revealed her role as lead singer and punk rocker. It wasn’t something she was consciously hiding from him ... at least, that was what she told herself.
