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“And what have you learned?”
"I'm sorry to admit that I haven't found out much," he says, shaking his head in disappointment. "I have a small lead, but nothing concrete yet." His voice carries a weight of responsibility, and as he speaks with such passion, I feel my anger starting to dissolve.
"The thought of losing you that night at the gallery has haunted me.”
Then, in a move that catches me completely off guard, he rises from his seat, steps around the table, and kneels before me,taking my hand gently in his.
"I swear to you, Dalia, I will never let any harm come to you or our child," he vows, his eyes burning with determination. "And I will personally deal with anyone who tries to put either of you in danger."
His words, so fierce and protective, wash over me.
As he kneels before me, the raw intensity in his eyes kindles a wild heat within me. His pledge leaves me breathless—this man is truly unlike any other.
"Will you trust me to keep you safe?" he asks, a fiery passion and a promise of wrath against my would-be harmers flickering in his gaze.
I nod, the words escaping me in a whisper, "Yes, I'll trust you."
Chapter 18
Dalia
"You have no idea how much I've missed this," he murmurs against my ear, his breath hot and heavy.
After his declaration, we finished dinner quickly and soon sought a special kind of dessert.
We crash into his sprawling bedroom, our kisses wild and desperate. His hands roam across my body, reigniting a hunger that's been smoldering between us.
He grips my hips firmly, squeezing my ass with a possessiveness that sets my blood on fire. His fingers trace upward, teasing my nipples through the fabric of my dress, pulling soft moans from deep within me.
I tilt my head back, giving him better access as I reply breathlessly, "Then show me. Show me just how much."
His chuckle vibrates through me, deep and resonant, as he backs me toward the bed, his eyes dark with desire.
"I plan to," he says, his fingers deftly unzipping my dress.
His voice is a deep growl that sends a thrill through me. "I'm going to make you mine all over again," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the bare skin exposed by the slipping dress. "I'll explore every inch of you, taste you until you're shaking, begging for more."
He nips at my earlobe, pulling a gasp from my lips before continuing, "And when you think you can't take any more, that's when I'll slide into you, hard and deep. I'll fuck you so good, so hard, you'll forget your own name. Only mine will matter."
His hands find my waist, gripping tight. "You'll scream for me so loudly they’ll hear you down on the street."
His words, dark and promising, are exactly what I crave, what I've missed.
He slides my dress down, the fabric pooling at my feet, leaving me standing in just my bra and panties. His eyes rake over me, devouring every inch.
"God, you're so fucking sexy," he murmurs, the intensity in his gaze making me feel like the most desirable woman on earth.
I give him a playful, challenging smile. "Less talk, more action," I tease.
His grin widens, mischievous and full of promise. In a swift motion, he closes the gap between us, his hand slipping between my thighs. Through the thin fabric of my panties, he begins to rub, the pressure just right, making me gasp and squirm with the building pleasure. I'm quickly becoming soaked under his expert touch.
He peels aside the flimsy fabric and a shiver races through me as the cool air hits my heated skin. His fingers brush against me,gently at first, exploring the slick, sensitive folds before plunging deep.
The slow penetration shifts to a deliberate, rhythmic thrusting that sends waves of desire radiating through my body. His eyes lock onto mine, watching every flicker of intensity, every bitten lip, every needy whimper. I grasp his shoulders, nails digging in slightly, barely able to stand as my legs tremble under the relentless pleasure he orchestrates with his skilled fingers.
As his fingers delve deeper, his thumb finds its way to my clit, circling with a deliberate, teasing pressure that makes me moan. He varies the pace, quick flicks interspersed with slow, pressing movements that build a deep, aching need within me.
Meanwhile, his fingers curl inside, stroking the tender, ridged texture of my g-spot in a come-hither motion that sends jolts of electricity surging through me.