Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
Before we continue, I want to get one thing clear, any of the events that conspired after this is not to be blamed on me. I was sleep deprived and barely awake while writing, got it?
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Dean's POV
" Breathe."
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"Dean." The sound of her all but whining my name made a moan tear from my throat as I placed an open-mouth kiss to her jaw.
Ria's nails were digging into my one arm just above my elbow and my other hand as I gripped her thighs. The sting only turned me on more. Her fingers moved upward slightly, biting into my wrist now as I raked my eyes over her semi-naked form beneath me.
Her skirt was hiked up and pooling around her waist, her knees hooked over my shoulders as my hips slammed into her. Her bra was still on, mostly. Her eyes were shut tight as her head rested on a pillow, her hair strewn out all around her.
God, she looked so pretty like this.
A small jolt of pain reminded me of the hunt we recently finished that left adrenaline rushing through my veins. Her touch softened as she brushed her fingers over the large bruise covering my left shoulder and bicep.
Her body shook under my though, back arching a little as she clenched around me, marking her sixth orgasm of the night, which made me extremely happy. Her pleasure brought me immense pleasure. I'd been selfish with other women in the past, I can admit that, but she mattered. Her pleasure and happiness mattered to me.
"You're gonna fucking kill me one day, Red," I whispered, hips jerking against her as ecstasy washed over my entire body. A breathless laugh fell past her lips as I collapsed atop her, still keeping most of my body weight off of her. Her legs lowered around my waist, still shaking slightly, making me grin as I rested my head against her neck.
"Good," she whispered back, hand brushing through my hair.
In that moment, I realized that I couldn't risk losing her. I don't think I could handle it. The thought scared the shit out of me. I didn't understand how I could let myself get this attached but there was no going back now.
I was in this now. And for as long as I could and as long as she'd let me, I sure as hell ain't letting her go.
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"And you're sure this is a good idea?" I asked, brushing my hands up her thighs to her hips as she stood before me. "I mean, it's not dangerous?"
"Well, if you want to think that way, everything is dangerous," Ria quipped, her hands on my biceps, moving up and down as if the soothing motion would convince me that this was a good idea.
