Secretly Loved By The Dangerous CEO - Chapter 249

Dane

Touching her was like coming home—like everything inside him had been holding its breath and could now breath again. All of him screaming that this was right, this was all he needed. She was here. They had made it!

The specter of his father loomed, and Dane pushed it away. That wasn’t going to be his life anymore.

He rocked into her again and her head arched back. “Don’t stop,” she whispered, then took his mouth again and he groaned and gave himself up.

Lila gasped and whimpered, clutching at him, whispering his name. She nipped at his skin, his goose bumps rising wherever she touched. Her fingers trailing like cold comets, bringing him alive again and again.

He had to keep his eyes open, had to see her, to know she was real and there and his. He’d meant to make it last, to take his time, to make sure she was ready, but she threw her head back and pushed her hips into his, her core sliding against him, pleading, “Please, Dane!”

“Oh, fuck, Lila, I—” he felt himself catch on her, right there and didn’t even have to think—couldn’t think. With a flex of his hips and a shivering thrust, he slid into her and they both groaned. It was an explosion of sound and color, as if his skin became starlight, and hers was the sun.

With a shuddering cry, he pulled all the way back until they were almost unjoined, his entire body shaking, then with a grunt, he plunged back in and they both cried out.

“Dane! Oh, Dane!”

“Baby! I love you!”

They moved together then, in a harmony of passion and ache, their bodies telling the stories they couldn’t find words for. As she enveloped him, pulled him in and closer, called his name with her voice and with her body, Dane took her mouth and sobbed, gulping back tears of joy and fear, his breath rasping in shivering huffs into her neck.

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Lila

It was as if every nerve ending in her body came alive for him—only him.

When he entered her, her soul exploded and promised her body it could climb to heights she’d never known existed. She couldn’t control the cries that tore from her throat, or the tears trailing down her cheeks. She could only cling and arch and call out for him, pleading with him not to stop, pleading with God to never let it end.

“Lila! My baby!” His voice broke on the last word.

“I love you, Dane,” she whispered.

He took her mouth again as she sobbed, her hand slapping as she clawed for him, pulling him in deeper, closer, pulling him into her chest, devouring his kiss with her own.

As he consumed her, drove into her, he whispered his love in her ear, kissed her neck and explored her body, her world tunneled to this tiny space where they met. Nothing else existed but his smell, his strength, his shuddering cries, and the feelings his body wrung from hers.

Then he dropped his mouth to the peak of her breast, sucking at the same time that he pulled up on her hip and thrust and, for Lila, time stopped as he did it again, and again, and again.

Her body climbed the wave, then tumbled over the crest and she wailed his name, then sucked in a deep breath, wide-eyed as her entire skin pebbled and she rushed down the other side, only to meet Dane still stroking, still kissing, still crying out for her.

He curled himself over her, covering her completely, One hand cupped over her head, the other thumbing her breast as his tongue mimicked and made promises his body was fulfilling. Lila gasped, overwhelmed by everything she felt, inside and out.

“Dane, oh, Dane, I love you.”

“I’m so sorry, Lila,” he rasped against her lips, then rolled into her again. Everything was so sensitive from her climax, she shuddered and was forced to close her eyes and throw her head back. But he just dipped to kiss her throat and rolled again, steadily picking up the pace in a way that stole her breath and threatened to steal his voice. “I love you, Lila. No one but you. Please don’t ever leave me.”

“I won’t. I couldn’t!” she cried, clinging to him. “I love you, Dane.”

“This is us, Lila. Forever. You and me.” His breath was rough, hot on her skin.

“Yes!”

Then, his eyes drawing love on her, he braced on his elbows over her shoulders and, fingers in her hair, he pushed himself, loomed over her, holding her eyes. Despite the barrage of emotion and sensation, she made herself keep her eyes open and locked with this as his jaw slackened and the tendons on his neck and shoulders stood proud with the efforts he made to hold himself back.

“Please don’t ever stop loving me, Dane. Please!”

“Oh, Lila,” he groaned and dropped to kiss her, picking up the pace even further as their mouths met and they both sucked in.

Then she cupped his face and panted, “Do it, Dane.” Her voice was a rasp. “Let yourself go.”

A guttural groan tore out of him as he unleashed, pounding into her, crying his love for her.

Lila cried out with each thrust, sobbing for sheer joy, and clung to his shoulders, calling his name over and over, calling him to her, calling him to where he belonged as he bellowed and jerked, his fingers tightening in her hair, then slumped over her, his breath heaving as if couldn’t get enough air.

She wanted to weep, the feelings were so overwhelming—but the joy. The joy of being together with him, of holding him. She clung, letting her shaking hands slide down his back and pull him in tighter.

He panted and gulped, still trying to come back down from the heights of his climax. But even there, even still quivering, his fingers slid into her hair and he pulled her in until there was no space between them.