Leading Her from the Darkness

CHAPTER 17

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I have never met someone who can quiet my mind the way this man does. His presence, his touch, his lips on mine - they replace all of the worry and anxiety that consume me on a day-to-day basis. It's just... quiet. The only thing I can think about is how much I want him. How much I need him.

And I need more.

If this were anyone else, I would be in full-blown hysteria mode and running for the hills. The way I feel about him terrifies me to the depths of my soul. But the fear stirs something else inside of me as well. Excitement maybe? I have never craved another human this way - filling me with a thrilling, ravenous voracity to this magnitude. Intimacy has never been my strong suit, but Dawson... he's nothing like anything I have ever known. He's so much fucking more.

His arms snake around me in a fiery frenzy. Almost as if he is trying to mold us into one sole being of flesh and bone. And fuck, it feels as though we are. His hands travel down to cup my ass, lifting me up, as my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. His lips never leaving mine.

He hurtles us across the balcony, removing one hand from his hold on me with ease to open the glass door, and flings it open. The impact results in a loud bang and a sickening crack, as it smacks against the exposed brick wall inside our apartment. I break away briefly to assess the damage in the window before shaking my head to laugh.

I don't even give a shit!

I reach over and slam the bastard shut; hearing shards of glass hit the floor. I meet his lips with mine once more while he carries me over to the couch. He gently lowers our bodies down to where both of my legs are straddling him on each side of his waist.

Dawson's right hand glides its way up my spine to the back of my neck and he snakes his fingers through my hair, tugging firmly to tilt my head back to give him better access to my neck. His lips meet the sensitive flesh below my ear as he nibbles and sucks hungrily to create a mark. He trails his lips lower, becoming more feverish with salacious desire the farther he goes, nipping and sucking the entire pathway to my collarbone. The sounds of each moan that slips through my mouth echoes in my tiny apartment.

I rest both of my hands on his chest to steady myself, as I am racked by the need of his hands on my body. I start grinding my core against his rock-hard member, drawing out a deep moan from Dawson who tightens his grip and sucks harder.

I can't help but resent the clothing separating us with every movement. I rake my hands town his torso, feeling... memorizing every ripple of his muscles as they flex under my warm touch. His left hand squeezes my waist tighter in anticipation, as I slip both of mine under his shirt, breaking the barrier. The rush of feeling his warm flesh under my palms sends a jolt of electricity through me.

My hands travel lower, descending towards the hem of his jeans. I tease him a bit, leaving my fingertips to linger and trace along his lower abdomen, running them down the small strip of hair that leads to the confines of his jeans. I lean my head in and lightly trail my tongue up the side of his neck, nipping at the base of his ear. This causes a deep groan to erupt from his lips, vibrating against the flesh of my uninjured shoulder, successfully shooting chills across my body.

His hands venture to the bottom of my shirt, slipping underneath and guides them slowly up my waist, settling on my breasts - squeezing and kneading them lustfully. My fingers stumble while yanking at his belt, successfully pulling the leather from its clasp before moving to unbutton his jeans.