We spend the next few hours with Dex updating me on what he’d been keeping from me.
“I would have done it, you know,” Dex says, brushing a strand of hair from my face.
“Done what?” I ask. He must be talking about one of two things. “Unloaded the dishwasher?”
“Very funny,” he rolls his eyes. “Stop using humor to deflect hard things. You know exactly what I’m talking about. I actually came very close… too close…”
He closes his eyes for a moment and I pull him close. “But you didn’t. That’s what matters.” I pause. “Wow, you really would have done all that for me?” Reality sinks in.
“I would have,” he says. “That’s the problem. I’m not a good man, Margaux.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” I say, brushing his own hair out of his eyes. “You’re loving, caring, kind, protective, strong?—”
“I’d do anything for you, Margaux,” he says. “Anything at all. Even kill.”
“I’m not finished,” I put a finger up to silence him. “—and very, very sexy.”
“Oh yeah?” he growls.
I bite my bottom lip, my gaze not leaving his. “Oh yeah.”
“And what are you going to do about that?” he asks, grabbing me without warning and hoisting me over his shoulder as he walks us in the direction of the bedroom.
“I’d like to show, not tell,” I giggle and he laughs. We close the door behind us and we both leap onto the bed.
He wraps his arms around me and I melt into him. His body is perfection, melding against my own.
Firm and warm and delicious.
He yanks off his shirt and I pull my own top over my head, and as I lean down to kiss him I run my hands over his rippling chest and abs.
He’s divine.
And he’s all mine.
CHAPTER 151
CLAIMED
MARGAUX
Ikneel on the bed, every nerve in my body alive under Dex’s gaze. His green-hazel eyes are dark, molten with desire, but beneath the hunger, there’s something deeper—care, reverence, and an unshakable loyalty that makes my chest ache.
“Raise your ass high up in the air, baby. Get down low on your forearms,” Dex growls, his voice low, commanding, yet filled with a tenderness that only he can master.
A shiver of anticipation courses through me. Slowly, I bend forward, presenting myself to him. The position is vulnerable, intimate, and yet—with Dex—I don’t feel small. I feel powerful, wanted, safe.
“Like this?” I purr, glancing back at him over my shoulder. A playful smile curls my lips as I wiggle my hips, teasing him.
Dex lets out a low groan, his hands gripping my hips with just enough pressure to make my breath hitch. “Fuck yes,” he murmurs, his voice thick with approval. “You’re so goddamn sexy.”
He traces one finger along my slit, making me shudder. “Already so wet for me,” he murmurs, his deep voice sending sparks of electricity through me.
The warmth of his breath brushes against my skin as he leans in, kissing a trail from the curve of my back to the sensitive dip just above my ass. His touch is reverent, as though I’m something precious, something he’s determined to worship. I’ve never felt this before—not with anyone.Not even close.
He kneels behind me, his large hands caressing my cheeks with a slow deliberation that has my heart pounding in my chest. He uses his thumbs to spread me open further before diving in, licking a long strip from my clit to the tight ring of my back entrance.
I whimper as his lips press against my most sensitive place, his tongue darting out to taste me. A gasp escapes my lips as he drags it slowly along my slit, lingering at my clit before moving lower to explore me fully.