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He looked troubled, upset even, and I could understand why. This was what he'd done for a living, long enough to know everything there was to know about dark creatures. Now there was one that was a total mystery.
I sighed and handed him a towel.
"I want you to stay here a little longer," he said while drying off, but he didn't look away from me. "We don't know if Isaac's left for good, but that's unlikely since he revealed himself to you. We don't know who this man is, so I think it's best if you stay."
I stood up and took the towel from him.
Throwing it over his head, I started drying his hair. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I was hesitant to say them; those three words. I loved Dorian with everything I had but voicing it, although he had, was a little frightening.
It would mean we were truly back together but looking at him, giving his all for me, I didn't love him just because of that. I loved him because he was the only man I could picture myself being with.
Rebuilding trust in someone was hard, but I wanted to trust him.
“I…” I began to say. “I trust you.”
I saw it in his eyes that he knew the truth. He knew what I was about to say, and he smiled.
I looked away with embarrassment, and he held my cheek. His thumb caressed my jawline down to my neck, and I tensed, basking in his touch.
“Good,” he said, pulling my collar away to kiss my shoulder and neck. My head fell back, and he suckled and licked my throat to the other side of my neck.
He pulled the towel off his head and dropped it on the ground before picking me up.
Our lips met, tasting each other with slow, consuming need, and he carried us to the chair in the corner of the room. With my butt on the edge of the one-seat sofa, I got in a lying position, and he lowered himself to me.
Wrapping my legs around him, I moaned while he cupped my breasts, his fingers kneading my flesh.
I was wearing one of his shirts, and he lifted it up, so it was bundled around my waist. My back arched when he lowered himself and pressed into me, grinding his hardness into me. I could feel my soaked underwear, and my toes curled when he pulled my underwear to the side.
I didn't want things slow this time, and apparently, neither did he.
Dorian held his length, gliding his tip up and down between my folds before pushing at my entrance. My body warmed, my skin prickled with goosebumps, and my legs shook as he sank into me.
He entered me so smoothly, my body wrapped around him perfectly, and he captured my lips while I moaned.
I arched my pelvis, meeting his thrusts and my nails clawed at his body. He felt so good I felt like crying, and I wondered if maybe I was about to get my menstrual cycle. Why else would I want to cry?
I'd never cried during sex before, but I loved him. I loved him so much it hurt, and I couldn't say it.
"Marian," Dorian groaned while burying his face in the crook of my neck. "Where are you, babe?"
He buried himself and held himself there while I gasped.
“I’m here,” I whimpered. “I’m here.”
His thrusts became more chaotic, and I struggled to match his rhythm. When he leaned back and held my waist, pulling me to meet his thrusts, my head fell back as I screamed. He took control and took me until I was twisted beneath him from my climax. He climaxed as well, his groans the most pleasuring sound, and he collapsed on me.
I hugged him and wrapped my legs around him, his cock throbbing inside me, and even though I wasn't ready to say it out loud, I said those three words in my head and he squeezed me as if he'd heard them.
I love you.
"Will you go on a date with me?" Dorian asked, and I chuckled, but he leaned away from me, although our bodies were still joined. "I still have a lot to make up for, and I want us to do this right, the same way you do. So, Marian Lopez, will you go on a date with me?"
He looked like he was expecting something other than a yes, which was comical, considering what we'd just done and that he was still inside me.
"Of course," I whispered and held my hands out to hug him. He lowered himself and kissed me. "Of course, I'll go on a date with you."
“Good,” he grinned and kissed my collarbone. “Good girl.”
His cock throbbed, and he started pulling out.
“No,” I wrapped my legs around him. “Not yet.”
His eyes started glowing, and I ran a finger under them. He was beautiful, my beautiful man.
He pulled out to his tip and entered me again, slowly. Our eyes locked, and I bit down on my lip to not make a sound. We continued like that, neither looking away, breathing heavily, and the only conversation that happened was between our bodies.
