I slammed into her, hard, causing her to let out a scream of surprise, a low, dangerous noise escaping from the back of my throat. I didn’t pause to let her get used to my size as I began to thrust deeper inside of her, going all the way in before pulling back out, my body shifting back so I could tug her hips further up and my eyes could run over the way my cock seemed to split her in half. It was goddamn obscene, and I loved it.
Her moans and whimpers fueled me as I began to pump in and out of her, knowing that there was no goddamn way I would be able to tease her right now. There was too much raw emotion in me, and I was using her for relief. I was taking it out on her, and I couldn’t help myself. Instead of hating me for it, she was gripping the sheets and pushing back into me, her pussy milking my length as I pistoned in and out of her.
“Holy shit, Lincoln—” Dahlia’s voice was filled with need as I leaned forward and gripped her throat from behind, a dangerous growl leaving my lips.
“Is this what you wanted? Wanted me to use you and punish you? Wanted me to pretend like I don’t care that you are hurt? Wanted me to use you for relief?” I growled as she whimpered, her body arching as she climaxed on the spot, screaming as she gripped my cock so hard I saw stars. I pulled back and flipped her over, impaling her once again as her nails tore into my shoulders and she pushed her hips up, trying to take as much of me as possible.
I didn’t try to control myself and instead thumbed her clit as she screamed my name and I let out a growl. “Come on it. Come on my fucking cock—Fuuuck,” I groaned as she came again. I couldn’t help myself, sliding in further as I buried my face against her neck, biting down hard and emptying every drop of my cum into her waiting body.
She jolted, tightening around me, as I growled out her name, before it felt like the world snapped into place for me. I had always known my life was centered around Dahlia, but until that moment, I didn’t realize that she was the only thing…literally the only thing that existed for me.
Our connection was impossible to describe, almost unnatural.
I pulled back slightly and looked at her, face flushed and eyes closed, as she offered me a sleepy smile. “Remind me to get punished more often.”
My chuckle was soft and dangerous. “That wasn’t a true punishment, Dahlia, that was me needing to get inside you and feel you come around me. That was me needing to make sure you were okay and to confirm you were actually here and not—” My voice broke off as I tried to not consider the alternative.
Instead of continuing down that train of thought, I lifted her gently out of the bed and walked us towards the attached bathroom suite, turning on the steam shower. A minute later, we were standing under the multiple shower heads as I took the time to hold her, recognizing she was in my arms, ignoring how hard I was again because I knew for a fact that would never go away. It was the issue with being in love with such a perfect woman.
When I was done, I was washing my hair as she stood underneath the water, her eyes closed before a small frown line came between her brow.
“What’s wrong?”
Her eyes opened, and she seemed to consider something before speaking honestly, “It feels weird going home… The pain that I felt there, the insecurities… It feels like nothing compared to what I’ve gone through these past few days. I mean, like you said, I almost died—twice—and before I left home, the biggest thing I had to worry about was you guys finding out that I wasn’t—” Her eyes widened slightly as I made a noise, knowing what she was about to say.
“Eating. That you weren’t eating,” I whispered. Her eyes grew dark with emotion and I stepped into her, cupping her jaw and pressing my lips to hers in a deep kiss full of a slow burning passion, as I tried to express just how much I loved this woman.
When I pulled back, I spoke candidly. “We knew, Dahlia. At least partly, and we also suspected it even after you said the bullying had stopped. We didn’t want to push you away by pressing you to talk about it, but we were always watching. I don’t think you realize just how much we notice about you… It’s everything. We notice everything about you.”
“I didn’t think it would get that bad,” she whispered and shook her head. “I have no idea how to feel, and I know that eventually my brain is going to catch up with what happened, and it won’t be good. Until then, I just don’t know how to handle any of this.”
“One day at a time,” I promised and then said, “I also think talking about it more openly will help you and us supporting you. I know you may not be comfortable with that, but I promise you, every single one of us wants you to be safe, happy, and healthy more than anything, Dahlia.”
“I can try,” she murmured softly.
“Good.” I offered her a grin. “Because once you live with six men, you’re going to be around food so much it will probably shock you.”
“I can’t believe we are actually moving in together.” She nibbled her lip. “I have been wanting this for so long, but I didn’t think it was a possibility, and now all at once it’s colliding and somehow, someway, I’m going to get exactly what I’ve always wanted. It feels almost impossible.”
“Nothing is impossible,” I promised. “Just ask.”
When a knock on the bathroom door sounded, I grunted at the intrusion as Yates demanded, “It’s been almost an hour. Bring her back out here, I need to talk to her.”
Dahlia’s eyes went wide as she shook her head. “I’m not available.”
Yates chuckled, although I could hear the tension in it. “Bunny, if you think we are just moving past that you jumped in front of a bullet, you must be out of your mind.”
I had a feeling this was going to be a long trip home.
* * *
Dahlia Aldridge
“Let me go,” I complained to Stratton as he tightened his arms around me, tucking a blanket further around me. I swear, he had somehow managed to tuck me into a cocoon of blankets with him, the two of us taking up a section of chairs where he had his nose buried against my throat and was somehow touching every part of me. I couldn’t help but love the moment. We hadn’t gotten to fully enjoy our time after being together, and despite me complaining about how he was holding me, I secretly loved it.
“Never,” he murmured softly. “I haven’t been able to touch you or take care of you since everything happened… I need this.”
“Well, if you need it,” I gave in, making him smile.