Dorian
I CAN’T TEAR my eyes away from the sleeping, naked woman in my bed. I don’t even want to blink, for fear that she will disappear. I’ve had to tell myself time and time again that this isn’t an illusion. This isn’t a dream. She’s real. She’s here. And she’s mine. All mine.
I still can’t believe that less than 24 hours ago, she was snatched away from me. I lost her. I lost the only thing still anchoring me to this life. I was ready to end it all. It wasn’t even a question. But I held on, I kept trying. For her. Her life was worth saving.
I trace the lotus blossom tattoo at the nape of her neck with my fingertips, brushing it gently down her spine. My hand lingers at the dip of her lower back where it merges into her round, delicious ass. Fuck, she has an amazing ass. One that should be worshipped by the gods. I grab a luscious handful and squeeze, her taut flesh sizzling hot underneath my grip. The things I want to do to it are downright sinful. I know she’ll let me…eventually. And she’ll like it. She’ll love it when I ruin every little perfect part of her.
My hand slips farther south, slipping between her slightly parted legs. I can already feel the humid heat emitting from her beautiful sex. That’s right…beautiful. Her soft, pink folds are truly a work of art. And the things I do to it, the way she arches her back and mewls softly when I work her over with my tongue…shit. It’s the most magnificent thing I have ever seen. She comes in Technicolor, her reaction to me so vibrant and colorful whenever I bring her to the brink. I am fascinated by every quiver and moan.
“Mmmm,” she sighs sleepily, her eyes still closed. “What are you doing?”
“Shhhh, go back to sleep, baby. I’m just exploring.”
I slip a single finger between her already slick folds, eliciting a small whimper. “I don’t want to sleep anymore. I’ve been sleeping for twenty-one years.”
Her eyes pop open and I nearly gasp at their brilliance. Shit, she is still the most gorgeous creature on Earth. And now that she can see me just as I see her, I can’t help but be even more taken by her. I’ve got it bad. Really fuckin’ bad.
She’s straddling me in the next second, pinning my arms above my head much like I have done with her in the past. Shit, I love how she is able to take control. I love it when she has that fiery look in those big, dazzling eyes. And the energy they emit when she lets them pool into mine… I can’t even describe it. I’ve honestly never come that hard in my life. But even more than that, I have never felt so much love and passion fill my once empty heart. We were both surprised at the intensity, yet I couldn’t help feeling embarrassed at my almost tearful reaction. Yeah…I had a near-bitch experience.
My awe-filled gaze takes in her round, bare breasts mere inches from my face. I flick a hardened nipple with my tongue instinctively. Fuck, she tastes good. I suck the rigid nub into my mouth eagerly, nibbling and licking until she reflexively writhes her bottom half against my hard dick.
“Oh God, Dorian,” she pants, loosening her grip on my hands. It’s all I need to break free from her hold and grasp that amazing ass of hers, grinding her wetness onto my rock hard erection even more and sucking harder on her breast. She likes it like that. I know what makes her go mad with lust for me. I know what she craves. Me and only me.
I flip her onto her back, my cock still pressed against the sliver of her entrance. I press it into the hypersensitive bundle of nerves of her mound, teasing her relentlessly. I can’t help but smile in wonder. We made love for hours after she came back to me. Both of us could hardly wait to taste and feel each other again. Yet she still wants me. She still yearns for me. Her body still needs mine just as I need hers. How the fuck did I get so lucky?
“Careful, little girl,” I murmur against her still hardened nipple before pulling the other into my mouth. “You may be stronger, but remember who owns this.” I rotate my hips, pressing my cock against her wetness with delicious friction. She moans my name again, making it pulse furiously against her. Shit, I need to be inside her now. I won’t be able to hold off much longer.
“Yes, oh God, yes,” she coos as I slide into her. I don’t stifle my own moan at the sensation. She’s so warm. So tight. So fucking perfect in every way.
I begin a slow, drawn out pace, careful to reach every tingling area within her walls. She moves with me, meeting me stroke for stroke, grabbing handfuls of my hair and tugging at the root. I love it when she does that. Just like she loves it when I nuzzle my face into her neck and graze her collarbone with my teeth. Or how she goes wild when my fingers dig into the skin of her ass. And of course, I know that she likes it when I wrap my hand around her throat just as she begins to climb higher into euphoria. And when she takes that dive, her walls pulsing around my cock, milking every last drop of come from me, she likes me to slowly release my grip, letting her tumble down from her orgasm-induced high.
After giving her everything she craves and more, we recline on the couch, flipping through the room service menu. She’s wearing one of my dress shirts, only a few buttons securing her stunning, naked skin. I run my hands up and down her bare legs, gazing at her lovingly as she flips through the menu.
“What?” she asks, not even bothering to look at me with those startling blue and gold irises.
I shake my head and chuckle. “Nothing. Just…watching you. Touching you. It still seems unreal.”
Her gaze flicks up to mine and she smiles. “But it is real. What we have is real, Dorian.”
“I know that.” I laugh and let my head fall back on the cushion. Shit. Her emitting her incredible power to me last night has me all types of fucked up in the head. I feel vulnerable, juvenile, yet free. All the things I admire so much about her.
I shake my head against the back of the couch. “I sound like a bitch, don’t I? Like a stupid fool taken by infatuation.”
My beautiful Gabriella tosses the menu aside and straddles me in a blur before my eyes. “No, you don’t. You sound like a man in love. And lucky for you, I am perfectly fine with sounding like a bitch when it comes to you. We can be bitches together,” she smiles.
I attack her mouth with mine before she can say another word. Damn, I love this woman. More than two and a half centuries of a half-hearted existence yet I didn’t start living until the day I met her. Gabriella breathed life into me.
“Ok, ok,” she giggles pulling away. “At this rate, we’ll never eat and I’m starving.” She grabs the phone off the nearby end table and thrusts it against my chest. “Here. Order whatever. And get as many desserts as you want. We’ll need them,” she says with a sly smile.
“Yes, ma’am,” I reply, tickling her ribs, the alluring sound of her laughter filling every vacant part of me.
I do as she wishes, ordering all her favorite dishes plus every dessert on the menu. I never want her to go without. I want to give her everything she desires before she even realizes she desires it. I want to do any and every thing to make sure her smile never falters.
We’re kissing and cuddling on the couch, working ourselves into a frenzy when a knock at the door disrupts us. We’re both on our feet before the sound of the first rapt dissolves.
“That was quick,” she remarks, turning for the door. I grab her arm before she even takes a full step.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
She scrunches her cute little nose and rolls her eyes. “To open the door for the concierge. Duh. You have on your boxers which, quite frankly, boy scouts could camp under with the tent you’re pitching. I’ll be 2 seconds. Relax.”
I shake my head. “Your eyes, baby. You need to change them if you are going to fit in.”
My gorgeous little goddess smiles and shrugs out of my grip. “Who said I wanted to fit in? Besides, what’s the use in being a freak show if you can’t have a little fun?” Then before I can stop her, she is at the front door, turning the knob, with only my half-buttoned shirt obscuring her naked frame.
I see her freeze and hear a tiny gasp, putting me on alert. “Who is it, baby?” I call out, shrugging on my forgotten pants from last night.
Without turning around, she answers in a small, shaky voice, “My dad.”
Shit. Chris did not need the evidence of me fucking his adopted daughter slapping him in the face. No dad wants to see that. He’ll never forgive me now. I take a deep breath and make my way to the door, not looking forward to the awkward conversation ahead.
Gabriella widens the door just as I approach, giving me full view of a pair of cold, venomous eyes and a threatening snarl. I freeze in my tracks, unable to articulate a semblance of a response to what stands before us. The only thing that breaks me out of my trance is Gabriella’s tear-filled eyes gazing up at me full of confusion and fear. I open my mouth to soothe her anxiety, knowing that she needs an explanation for what greets us just two feet away. Shit, I need one too. But what do I say? How do I even begin to rationalize this?
Fuck.
So I start with the obvious, knowing that I have to say something. Whether or not it’s enough to diffuse the situation is the real question. But I doubt it. He’s always been a stubborn son of a bitch. Yet, I plaster on my most rigid grin and extend my hand anyway.
“Hello, Alexander.”