Chapter Six

She'd be lying if she said this wasn't exactly what she wanted. The sexual tension between them had been growing and her instincts screamed at her to keep Dalton close. He wasn't a monster. He was damaged, like her, and deserved a second chance.

How was he any different than the rescues at the shelter? She refused to judge him, no matter how he behaved in the past.

Dalton had been ready to give her everything she wanted and asked for nothing in return. She was here of her own free will. That had to mean she was important to him, and hopefully he wouldn't walk away when this was over. The last thing she wanted was a one-night stand. Her heart couldn't take it.

His strength astounded her as he effortlessly carried her up the stairs. The faint scent of his cologne wafted up as he held her securely over his shoulder. Each step sent vibrations straight to her pussy. She was already wet for him and they hadn't even started anything.

As much as she was ready for this to happen, her inexperience was making her nervous. Would he be a bully in bed or a patient teacher? Would it hurt? Would she regret tonight ever happened?

When the nervous questions overwhelmed her thoughts, he set her down in an upstairs room. It was dim but no doubt his bedroom. It smelled like him.

"Are we really doing this?" she asked.

He smirked. "You move fast, Emily. How about we start with a kiss?"

Everything became too quiet.

Kissing equated intimacy.

Her heart began to race in anticipation.

Dalton cupped the side of her face with a gentleness she didn't think he was capable of. He leaned down, waiting until she looked him in the eyes. "You want to be here, right?"

She nodded.

Then he kissed her.

She closed her eyes and savored the rush of sensations flooding her body and mind. The kiss grew deeper, hungrier, as he walked her backward. He reached for her wrists, pulling her arms up so her hands were against his chest. He hardly broke their kiss. She could feel his desire and it only served to turn her on. Emily wanted to please him, wanted him to want her.

"I've been dreaming of doing that for a long time," he whispered against her lips.

She smiled. "Then you're definitely hard to read."

"I never meant to hurt you, Emily. I was torn apart on the inside and had no idea how to deal with anything. I fucked up. My biggest regret is hurting you and pushing you away. If I could redo the past, I'd—"

Emily pressed a finger to his lips. "Don't," she said. "We were both young. We made mistakes. What matters is now. You and me."

"I'll make it up to you. High school. The contracts. All of it. You have no idea how much you mean to me."

She swallowed hard. The sincerity in his tone, his proximity, was all unraveling her.

"Show me," she said, barely above a whisper. Emily fisted his shirt.

"I'll give you anything you ask for." He leaned close and exhaled against her neck with a growl. His kisses seared her skin as he worked his way to her shoulder. "But you're going to give me this body for free, aren't you?"

She didn't answer. Emily tossed her head back as he tugged her shirt up her body, removing it completely. The air against her bare skin was a unique sensation. Her nipples beaded under the thin material of her bra.

"Fuck, you're perfect. Look at those tits." Dalton unfastened her bra within seconds, then covered her sensitive flesh with his mouth. He knew exactly how to tease her, painting patterns around her nipples with his tongue. It was surreal, this new level of pleasure taking her by surprise.

"Dalton…"

"That's it, Emily. Relax. Let me make you feel good."

He lowered her to his bed. As soon as she sat down, he yanked her pants off, followed by her panties. Being completely naked and exposed was oddly titillating. She'd never been with a man, and she was glad it was Dalton with her now. When her insecurities tried to bubble up, Dalton calmed them immediately.

"Open your legs for me. I want to eat your sweet pussy. I've been dreaming about this day for too many years."

When she didn't move, he spread her thighs wide and dropped down to one knee at the foot of the bed. This was all new to her. She felt a mix of excitement and apprehension.

He lapped up her folds with his tongue, sending an intense jolt of electricity racing through her. She squirmed beneath him as he suckled her clit, relentlessly pleasuring her, bringing her to a delicious precipice.

"Oh God, Dalton. I can't…"

It was too much. She couldn't handle the onslaught of sensation. Emily grasped at the comforter, anything to anchor her from the blinding pleasure of Dalton's hot, wicked mouth. The slight roughness from his stubble scratched her inner thighs. This was really happening. Her childhood bully was eating her pussy, giving her satisfaction she never knew possible.

"I could live between your legs, baby. So fucking sweet. But you need to let go. Let go and come all over my face because I need to fuck you."

He hoisted her higher up on the bed, then returned to her pussy, lapping, sucking, and fucking her with his tongue. The pressure rose to the point that nothing mattered but reaching that elusive peak. It was so close but she was almost afraid of getting there. She felt completely out of control.

Dalton pressed the tip of his thumb against her asshole, the new burst of forbidden pleasure the final trigger that brought her orgasm rushing to the surface. Her pussy pulsed in deep, heavy waves, her entire core quivering as Dalton rubbed his face back and forth against her cunt like a man obsessed. It was filthy and perfect.

"You're wet now. Sopping wet and ready for my cock." He stood up, pulling his shirt off and unbuckling his pants.

She leaned up on her elbows, watching with rapt fascination as he undressed. His body was hard and muscled. Weathered and covered in ink. She wanted to lick every inch of his body, to feel his hard flesh pressed to her softness.

****

Dreams could come true.

Dalton had Emily Sutton on his bed and before the night was over she'd be his.

He remembered high school when he'd been a complete asshole. She was everything he wanted, but nothing he deserved. He'd been broken, worthless, a pariah since he was born. He'd been weak. Too weak to escape his mother's abusive spiral. Too weak to tell Emily how he felt about her, how much he wished she could be his.

Now things were different.

Dalton could make Emily's dreams come true. It was all that mattered to him. More than all his material possessions combined.

He was no longer young and vulnerable, and he'd do anything to protect her, to ensure neither of them were taken advantage of again by anyone.

But, first things first. He had to make amends in every way, to help them both forget the past and make a new life together. He'd start by giving her orgasm after orgasm until he had her begging and screaming his name. Until she knew exactly how good he could make her feel. Before he was through, she'd be addicted.

He kicked off his boxers and crawled over her body. The dim lighting offered shadows, but he could still see the redness of her lips, the ripe peaks of her breasts, and the soft swell of her stomach. His cock throbbed, harder than it had ever been.

"You didn't have to come here tonight," he said. "You owe me nothing."

"I want to be here."

How could she think so highly of him after everything he'd done? Did she want a quick fuck or did she want more? He was used to women using him, and it hadn't fazed him. Emily was different. He couldn't lose her.

He leaned lower, breathing in along her neckline, craving her like nothing else. "I'm going to make you mine."

She mewled, moving deliciously under him. Her curves were thick and soft, melding perfectly against him. Her gentle feminine scent and the way she held onto his biceps nearly unraveled him.

Dalton grabbed her thigh, positioning himself against her core. He ran the head of his cock against her hot, little cunt. She was wet, her entire body quivering every time he stroked her.

"You like that, baby? You ready for me?"

He'd never had a virgin. Knowing she'd never been with another man filled him with pride and a possessiveness he'd never experienced. Emily would be only for him.

"Yes … please."

He loved the sound of her begging, the throaty words held no hesitation.

Dalton pressed his erection an inch inside her, then another. It was hard holding back when he wanted to fuck her long and hard. He didn't want to hurt her, but he was only human.

She tensed briefly as he filled her virgin pussy full of cock. Emily was so damn tight he knew he wouldn't last long—not tonight.

"You feel amazing. Hot and tight and perfect." He nearly growled the words. His body was coated in a light sheen of clean sweat as he kept himself reined in. "Does it hurt?"

She squeezed her internal muscles around him.

"No, I like it. I feel so full. I need you, Dalton." She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer for a kiss.

If she needed him, he needed her tenfold. Dalton kissed her hard and demanding, like a man on the edge, a man in love.

As they kissed, he began to piston his hips, slowly fucking her, building the tempo as their passion grew. Their breathing became labored, their bodies entwined. Emily became completely wanton, crying out for him to take her harder.

"Good girl," he said. "Tell me what you want."

"Oh God, Dalton…"

She was so close, about to leap over that edge. Dalton wanted to be the one to bring her there. He began to fuck her faster, harder, rocking the bed. Her cries of pleasure echoed in the oversized bedroom, her nails raking his shoulders.

"Come for me, baby," he demanded. "Let go." He wanted to feel her pussy squeezing his dick.

He grinded against her, filling her to the hilt, pumping like a machine. Within seconds her body stiffened. She gasped as the orgasm ripped through her, her pussy milking his cock, on and on and on. He finally let loose, filling her with his cum, claiming her once and for all.

Dalton exhaled as his body began to relax. He rolled off to the side, draping his forearm over his face.

He didn't expect her to nuzzle up to him, her arm settling across his chest. Dalton looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, her hair in disarray. She looked like an angel.

He'd never been shown affection, but he knew what to do in that moment. He stroked her hair, brushing the moistened stray hairs off her cheek.

Everything in him screamed out to tell her he loved her, but he wouldn't. That would be weak, give her a reason to run. They'd only just reconnected and love took a long time to build. She didn't realize how much his obsession for her had grown over the years.

"You didn't have to threaten me, you know." Her eyes were still closed, her head pressed to the side of his ribs. "I would have married you anyway."

He just continued to caress her because he didn't know what to say.

This was all new for him. In his world, being cold and hard made you come out on top.

"You have a strong heartbeat," she said.

He gently tugged her hair, forcing her head back a bit so she'd have to look at him. "I'm never letting you go."

She smiled, her eyes hooded. "Good."

Just then he heard a dog whimpering.

They both came to attention, sitting partway up in the bed. "Sounds like someone needs attention," Dalton said. "Want to play with me and my dog?"

"Nothing sounds better."