The moment she entered the threshold to his bedroom, Celia knew she was treading in dangerous waters. She knew Dean had a dark side, but she was still pulled to him. She had a dark side of her own that she had tried to ignore for so long. Tried to pretend it didn’t exist. Being near him had awakened all of those needs and desires that hadn’t been satisfied in so long. On tip toes, she crept towards his bed, her blood racing through her veins in anticipation and anxiety. What if he rejected her? She was pretty sure he wanted her just as badly, but would he let his badge come before his desire?
She paused hesitantly at the edge of his bed, watching his semi nude frame rise and fall with each breath. He was uncovered, his blankets twisted around his legs, and naked except for his sexy gray boxer-briefs. She stood awestruck, as she gazed at the powerful lines of his body. To Celia’s surprise, she noticed the tell tale bulge of his erection. Flutters racked her stomach and the warm burn of her desire for him spiked, peaking in her core. Suddenly she was afraid, and swallowed hard to coat her dry throat. Bending closer, she tried to read his intricate tattoo, but it was too dark. She was contemplating retreating back to her room when his hand shot up, suddenly, grabbing her wrist and pulling her onto the bed. In a flash, she was pinned underneath him, eyes wide and panting, arms held down against each side of her head.
“What are you doing? Do you even know what you’re asking for?” His tone was controlled, and dangerous. She had no answer to his questions, as she continued panting heavily beneath him, needing anything from him. She felt desperate for his touch, her hips arching up into his pelvis to grind his rock hard cock. Felt she would go crazy if she didn’t have it. Dean remained motionless, but his heart was pounding out of his chest. His dark eyes glittered dangerously as he assessed her. He raised up, taking in her body and tracing the lace outline of her nightgown.
Internally, Dean was losing his resolve not to get involved with her. She had come to his bed, tempting him beyond his own reason, in the midst of him trying to block her out of his mind. He had been on the verge of reaching down and stroking his cock to thoughts of her licking her succulent lips when he heard her faint footsteps. It had been nearly impossible for him to lie still as he waited for her to move closer. Now her soft and yielding body was his to do what he wanted. And that was the problem. He was terrified to open the door to that side of himself again.
Unable to resist, he pressed his throbbing erection against her, groaning in acceptance. He had to have her. She looked like a vision from one of his wildest fantasies laying beneath him. Her raven hair splayed across his white sheets, gray eyes shining with desire and need. Celia’s body was a work of art. His hands lightly roamed over her plump breasts, thumbs rubbing the tight rigid peaks of her nipples, and she shivered under his touch. His own body responded with an aching intensity to her sexy moans and whimpers. She licked those juicy lips and he had to taste her. Lowering his head to hers slowly, he recognized the look of sheer hunger that sprang into her eyes as she brought her head up to meet his.
Nudging her back down to the mattress, he pressed his lips into hers. She opened for him, and he plunged right in, sucking and licking her tongue, and drawing her bottom lip into his mouth. The soft moans that she released were damaging to his control. The way she offered herself to him, so fierce and passionate, broke right through his rules and protocol. He wanted to kiss her, wanted to taste her skin. Needed to have all of her.
Their kiss was wild, and wet as he ravaged her mouth. Celia whimpered into his mouth as her body squirmed and writhed against his. Her excitement at not only his acceptance, but his unbelievably passionate response was more than she could take. She was melting under his kiss, and knew she was lost to him.
“I trust you Dean,” she uttered breathlessly. “Ready to do whatever you want. Trust yourself.”
Dean cursed under his breath as he raised up pulling her to her knees in front of him. He cupped her face, using his lips to trace the contours of her features. Slowly kissing his way up her neck. Flashes of the time they had been together began to torment him. He had never forgotten the best sexual encounter he’d ever had.
“Are you sure?” He rasped into her ear. Bringing his face back to hers, he looked her in the eyes. “You know I need, want, certain things from you. “ He waited for her response, his deepest urges coming to life.
“I’m so sure! I just want to please you.” She moaned, head thrown back as he caressed her sensitive peaks through her lace garment. He pulled the thin gown over her head and she pressed her body up against his. She was so warm, she felt so fucking good. Did she remember too? No, she didn’t remember him the next day. Was she just naturally submissive?
Dean chided himself to go slow. He was already feeling foreign emotions, wanting too much too fast. He couldn’t afford to lose himself to this. But then her soft hands where at his waist, dragging his boxers down and freeing his cock. Her greedy hands surrounding his throbbing shaft. He couldn’t hold back anymore. Leaning back against the headboard, he pulled her to him. Opening his night table, he reached for a strip of condoms.
Leaning with him, Celia glimpsed the shiny silver and reached for a pair of handcuffs. Dean clasped her wrist before she could grab them.
“Uh uh. Not going to happen.” He shook his head to emphasize his point. His second layer of control, restraint from moving into the dark zone was starting to shatter as her gaze kept wandering to the cuffs suggestively. A vision of Celia spread eagle with her hands and ankles restrained tormented him, but he snapped out of it, and shook his head. She pouted slightly.
“Why not?”
“I’m not prepared to do that, with you.” He looked at her pointedly. There was no way he could expect her to understand, and he wasn’t about to explain his past, their past to her in detail. Not right now at least. How could he tell her how much he wanted from her? Closing the drawer without another word, he tore open a wrapper and quickly rolled on his protection, enticed by the wet kisses and licks Celia was placing around his neck. She knelt perched over him, ready to mount. Grabbing her hips, he angled into her as he pulled her down onto his throbbing shaft. Their eyes met, both questioning the absolute feeling of intense pleasure that surged through them.
“Fuck! What the fuck!” He growled into her neck as he cradled her closer. She began to ride him, moving rhythmically, methodically as she massaged his shoulders and neck. He groaned and shuddered violently when her fingers entwined I his hair. Holding on tightly, he began to thrust into her, pushing deeper. Loving the guttural moans that escaped her throat.
“I need more Celia. Give me all of you!” Crushing his lips to hers, they both moaned into each other when he thrust harder as she slammed down on him. Dean stilled instantly when he felt light lightning was flowing through him. At the same moment Celia let out a sharp cry of as her walls spasmed, her pussy growing hot and wet all around him. Grinding into her his own release came spurting out of him so hard he thought for sure the condom would be destroyed. But he didn’t care. He’d give her a million babies if she could make him feel this way again.