The Deliverance of Dilan (The Syndicate #4) (12 page)

I stuff the bag he’s glaring at behind my back. His look is hazardous. Oh, yes. I am undoubtedly turned on. Wet. Aching. Wanting.

“Seems you do too. What’s in the bag, Anna?” He approaches me slowly. Dangerously.
“You’ll see,” I tease. “Oh, I most assuredly will. See. It. On. You,” he emphasizes dramatically as his steps grow closer. While I become braver. How the hell does he know I bought something for him to see on me? Who cares? I’m in the mood to tease. Then please.

“Hmm. We shall see.” I drop the bag on the floor. The plea to touch him is granted when I snail my fingers slowly up his massive chest, around his neck, and delve into his thick, dark hair. I pull him the rest of the way to me. All my control is gone when I swipe my tongue up the side of his neck and nip gently on his ear. “Fuck,” he thunders out, grips my arms, and pins them over my head. His hard body is scorching mine when we connect. He grinds his hips, thrusting his hard cock against my body. Our chests mold against each other. He lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his hips. By the time he drops us on the bed and his body crashes down on top of mine, I’m a winded mess from his touch.

I’m desperate to feel his skin. I tug and pull his navy blue, long-sleeved shirt out of his pants, and run my hands up and down his back, indulging in the way he feels. Those muscles, those tattoos, and his heated skin have my insides crackling. Splintering.

“God help me when it comes to you, my beautiful Anna.” I’m not sure what he means by that. But if the way he looks at me is any indication at all, I’m about to get what I’ve been aching for. All of him.

I lose his skin when he pulls me up and practically rips my shirt off of me, then tosses it behind his back. “Jesus, Anna. You are fucking beautiful. All of you. Your breasts are tempting me. Do you have any idea how bad I want to fuck you right now? ” Those brown eyes flare when he looks at my chest. I changed in the public bathroom. I’m wearing my sexy, little new bra and very skimpy thong.

“Did you still want to know what’s in the bag?” I joke. He shakes his head, his nostrils flaring. His gaze is heated as it travels from my chest to my mouth to my eyes. I grab hold of his shirt and guide it over his head. I need it gone. I’m salivating, damn near foaming at the mouth from the sight of him. He describes sex with his body alone. He’s a woman’s dream, a man who will fulfill your every fantasy, and I’m withering inside for him to touch me. And for me to touch those tattoos that are begging me to trace, bite, and tease them. “If this,” I stroke his very hard and thick cock through the outside of his pants, “is any indication of how hard you want to fuck me, then do it.”

“I plan to. I’m going to fuck this pussy. Make you squirm. Beg. Bury my dick deep inside of you. Then start all over again. Can you handle that? You’re the first woman in my life who I want it all with. I mean everything, Anna.” If I had any inhibitions or doubts before, I assuredly don’t now. I’m mesmerized, enchanted by this man. His lifestyle is rough and dangerous. But when he’s with me, he’s passionate, protective, and caring. Even when he talks dirty.

“The question is, can you handle it, Dilan?” I whisper. Our eyes are searching. Our breathing is meshing. “Don’t tease me, baby. I’ll flip you over and slam my dick into you now. Be sure, Anna, you’re stuck with me, baby. I won’t let you go.”

“I don’t want you to let me go, Dilan.” Not ever.

He shoots up off of the bed then, his fingers reaching for his sweat pants. Obviously, he received his clothes. I watch his hands hike them down, my eyes growing wide when his cock springs deliciously free. Oh, Christ. I swallow. Not from being nervous; it’s more from the fact that I’ve dreamed about him fucking me for so long. Last night was perfect. But this. God, I want this.

“Take your jeans off, Anna,” he orders, bringing me out of my daze. My legs swing around the bed. I stand directly in front of him while I undo and shimmy my jeans down my legs until I’m standing so close to him, I swear I hear his heart thumping.

“You have no idea how stunning you are. I love this lingerie, but it has to go.” Well, at least he’s not going to rip it off, although the thought does entice me.
Maybe next time
, my little dandy planner in my head screams.

His voice is husky. I’m hauled into him, his hands gripping my ass. One finger is tediously toying with the silky straps on each side of my hips. He drags them down my legs. I step out of them, his hands lingering on my calves, slowly gliding up my legs until once again he’s standing and undoing the hooks of my bra. Slowly, he takes a step back, his eyes never leaving mine until the bra is gone. Then they move to my chest. My nipples harden from his stare.

“You’re sure?” he asks once again, gulping slowly, his Adams apple bobbling nervously. “Yes,” I mumble breathlessly. He lifts me up and cradles me in his arms, then places me in the center of the bed. His gaze moves up and down my body. I feel chilled and warm at the same time, exquisitely cherished from his adoring mark as he takes in my naked frame.

“Don’t move.” Like I would ever. No chance in hell. He walks to the end of the bed and pulls his wallet out from the bag I didn’t even notice was there, and retrieves a condom packet. “Oh, no. No condom. I’m on birth control. I have been for years,” I say, sitting up. His eyes close. I know what he’s thinking. He may be my first, but I know I’m not his.

“Anna,” he says while shaking his head. “I trust you, Dilan. I do. I know you,” I whisper softly.

He drops the condom back in the bag. His heavy cock comes back into view when he climbs on the bed. “I haven’t been with anyone since I laid my eyes on you. No one. And I’ve never done it without one of those before either. I wouldn’t be here with you if I didn’t know for a fact I’m healthy.” I breathe a sigh of relief, knowing he wasn’t with anyone while he was gone. “I know you wouldn’t.” My breathing is coming in small gasps now. My desire for him has turned into a need to be able to breathe air into my lungs. I’ve waited so long for this, for him.

I lie back, spread my legs, and lift my arms to him. I have no idea what I’m doing. But I don’t care. No one has a damn clue when they make love for the first time. I have no worries. I can see by the way he looks at me, touches my legs as he works his way up to my throbbing pussy, that I’m all Dilan wants.

“I need to taste you again. One taste of this has me wanting to slip my tongue inside of you multiple times in one damn day. Do you have any idea how delicious you smell, taste, and feel, Anna?” Oh god. My lungs have collapsed. I close my eyes when I feel his tongue swirl my clit. I want to ask him if he has any idea how good he makes me feel, yet I can’t. The words are stuck in the back of my throat.

“Christ almighty. This pussy is fucking wet. You taste so damn divine. You’re undoing me, baby.” He strokes me with one of his fingers, while his tongue plunges inside of me. Licking, sucking until I’m on the edge, dangling, ready to fall.

“We’re doing this right, naughty girl.” My eyes startle open. My pussy is having a conniption.

“Wh...what?” I say, dazed and confused. He moves like a panther up my body, cupping my face in his hands. “Taste,” he demands. His lips are wet when they meet mine. The erotic euphoria zings through me when his tongue caresses along mine. “You taste good. Better than anything.” He lightly traces my lips with his tongue, the overpowering desire to taste myself again taking over at this point. Darting my tongue out, I follow and taste the tang he left, causing his eyes to turn the deepest shade of black. My pussy is still clenching, screaming for more. Those tasteful lips of his travel down my chin, my neck, gripping my breast as he leaves traces of my desire all over my chest.

“You tell me if I hurt you.” He stops kissing my neck and stares down at me. I cup his face. I want him to see me when I speak these words.

“Dilan, I want you so bad I ache. You will never hurt me, unless you stop.” I love it when he lifts his head and looks down to where we are so close to being connected. I love it even more when he brings his hand in between the two of us, gripping his cock that has been weighing heavily on my core, and centers it at my entrance.

“I’ll never stop. Not with you.” The tone in his voice is ragged. My pussy stretches and stings with every small thrust he makes that drives him in deeper. Then he stops, his eyes flashing wide. “Are you—” I place my finger across his lips to silence him. “I’m perfect,” I say truthfully. Does it hurt? Yes, it does. But the mix of the pain with the pleasure of knowing we’re finally connected eases it all away.

He pushes in harder, breaking past that barrier. I gasp from the shock, my back bowing slightly. The pain is gone as fast as it started. “You are so sexy. This,” he looks down to where he’s nestled inside of me, “is good, baby. So damn good.” He starts to move slowly, while his eyes are searching mine. My hips are yelling at me to move with his. The burning discomfort eases with every stroke. It’s impossible not to arch my back, explore my own breasts as the flares from my desire turn explosive. “Dilan,” I moan when my orgasm crests. He moves faster, hitting places inside of me I knew existed, but never knew would overpower my entire body once they came to life. I’m being pushed to the unknown by the newness of finally feeling Dilan inside of me, thrusting, stroking, claiming one another. However, the feeling of having him there, slowly teasing me, breathing heavily above me, makes my hips jerk up to meet every one of those deep, driving strokes and the outstanding fullness his cock makes me feel.

I moan when I pinch my nipples. He hisses. I stare into his eyes, remove my hands, and scale them down his back, digging them deep into his tight ass, pulling him into me even more if possible. “A perfect vision. Nothing has ever felt so damn good,” he groans, dropping his head to the crook of my neck. His pace is picking up speed. “I agree,” I say with the last bit of breath I have. My body has never felt so alive, so tender and yet exhilarating, invigorating, and on the verge of an orgasm that nothing in my life will compare to. I feel it. I know it, and Dilan holds it.

I bring my legs up around his ass. I want him to lose control, to let go. He pumps harder, faster to the point his hot breath on my neck has me craving to feel him come inside of me.

I’m delirious, knowing I’m losing my virginity to the man who controls the daily beating of my heart. The man who had me the minute I felt his stare. The man who glides his cock in and out of me like he owns me. Wants me. Needs me.

When his head bolts up, his hips stop moving and he stills, buried deep. I feel it. The warmth impaling me. Dilan coming is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. His eyes bore into mine like I’m his everything. I leap over the edge to another tantalizing release of my own. Our eyes meet, and I get my first glimpse of the man’s soul. “Anna,” he whispers with respect and admiration. So much awaits us outside of this room. Because of this and the deep feelings I have for him, I’m going to do everything I can to let him know he is mine and I am his.

DILAN

I’ve never wanted to keep my cock inside of a woman like I do with Anna. The touch of her tightness up against my flesh is like nothing I’ve felt before. I’m a man who fucks, but what we did was far from fucking. It was as close to making love as you can get. It felt right. Real.

She makes me feel. All I want to do is return those feelings. To let her know she means more to me than words can say. Words have nothing on the way she makes me want to go all in for her. She brings out a part of me I’ve been too numb to admit I needed. One taste of her, and she’s become a weakness that has brought this man down. She’s shaken me up, made me want to be a man worthy of her. A lucky one at that. Heaven help me, because I will never give her up. Never treat her less than she deserves. I’ve claimed her, and it has nothing to do with the fact she gave her virginity to me. It has everything to do with the fact she’s connected to my soul. A part of me that’s been hidden for so damn long I forgot it existed. Until her.

Not in a million fucking years did I think I would be cuddling a woman after sex. With her, it is more than sex. It’s damn near love. I know it is. I’m turning into my cousin, and Cain, and Aidan. A man out of sorts over a woman. And I don’t give a shit. I knew it the minute I drove away from here, the whole time I was gone, and then the minute I saw her at the church. I was too blinded by my bullshit to put her first. Not anymore. Her beauty has undone me. I knew it would. It’s not just the sex, it’s every damn thing about her all wrapped up in one tiny little sexy as hell package. Full of life, vibrant, and I’m a lucky as fuck man.

I’ve lived so damn long in a deep hole of revenge. In nothing but fucking shadows of a past that have my head so torn, it expended every particle of my life to the extent I haven’t been living. Anna’s changed me. I feel as if I’m full of life for the first time in I don’t know how long, and I will not let the revenge these sick assholes deserve strip her. Me either. Fuck that shit. I deserve to be happy. And she is my happiness. We deserve each other.

I’m in deep with her. Thank fucking god she feels the same and understands what I need to do. That’s who she is. Thoughtful. Wicked and dangerous in her own way. Downright sexy. Her giant heart beating inside of her is the sexiest part about her. It’s big. Strong. Compatible with mine. She’s tough. The shit we have to wade through shouldn’t even be a part of us. But goddamn, it is.

I’ve waited, watched, and baited these sick people. But in this moment, none of the shit that lies past this room matters, it’s all right here, curled up beside me, stroking my chest. The need to protect her from my shit is driving so deep inside, it’s liable to burn a hole right through my chest. And I know damn well she won’t have any part of me keeping what she needs to know from her.

Anna has given me a gift. Not just her body; she’s giving me the gift of hope. Hope that I never knew was out there. I know she’s tender. The way she flinched when I pulled out of her nearly broke me. I’m selfish for wanting to sink inside of her again, if only to see the look on her beautiful face when she comes. Christ almighty, there will be nothing in my life as memorable as this. I’ve opened a book in my brain. A book to savor, to remember this moment and every one that comes after with her.