strained as he moved so slowly, easing himself in bit by bit.
“It’s all right,” I whispered. “I know you won’t hurt me.”
Sparks were tingling straight through me as he kissed me deeply, his fingers digging into my
flesh as he pulled me slowly closer. My breath hitched, stifling a gasp as something inside
me gave way. Everything felt tense and strange, then the next stroke felt perfectly beautiful.
“Are you all right, baby?” he whispered urgently.
I nodded. “More,” I begged.
Carefully rolling us so that he was over me, my legs spread wide, gripping his hips. His
breathing was ragged, and I realized he was forcing himself to be gentle.
“Dean, relax… I trust you,” I smiled up at him. Gripping the back of his hair firmly, I pulled him to my lips, kissing him with every ounce of fire I possessed.
The deep growl that rumbled through him thrilled me to the core. “Damn, sweetie,” he
groaned, “Your hot little pussy is so wet for me.”
“Only for you,” I gasped, shivers running through me from his dirty words.
I was glad that he had such impeccable self-control, his tiny careful strokes stretching me
gently. It was a lot to take, and took some time to open for his impressive size.
Finally, I could feel him sink completely inside, another long shuddering groan passing
through him. Inch by inch his length touched every nerve, his long, slow strokes so
controlled. I loved that my body was stretching for his, and was relie
ved that I could
somehow take him completely.
“Joanna,” he choked, and I tried to focus on his bright eyes. They were locked on mine, and
at that moment I could see that this was so much more than sex to him. To us both.
“I’m yours now,” I whispered. “Completely.”
“Yes, sweetie,” he murmured, kissing across my cheeks. “And I’m completely yours.
Forever.” He pulled out almost completely, thrusting back in more firmly, as if he were truly
claiming me.
“Yes,” I moaned. “More.”
My fingers were digging into the wide muscles of his shoulders. My knees were clenched
around his hips, tilting up to meet him with every deep stroke.
“I love you, Joanna,” he growled softly, thrusting faster as I began to tremble. “I love the