Page 58 of Don't Speak

CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR

Pulling up to her house, I turn the truck off and sit back for a moment.

A sense of relief washes over me. The moment I have been waiting for for seven years is finally over.

My body immediately relaxes at that thought, and I smile.

Charlie got her revenge today, even if it was through Nikki.

They both got closure, and I couldn’t have asked for a better death for him.

“Thank you,” she whispers. “Thank you for letting me be the one to do it. I know you’ve been waiting so long for that moment.”

“I would do anything for you, little lioness. All you need to do is ask.”

“Take me inside. I need a shower so bad.”

I chuckle, opening the door. Walking over to her side, I open the door, hooking one arm underneath her legs and the other behind her back, carrying her bridal style.

Once she’s out, I kick the door shut with my foot and walk up to the door with her in tow.

The memory of the last time we did this floods back, and I smile.

As soon as we’re inside, Simba comes running up to Nikki, so I put her down to say hello.

“Hey, buddy. I’ve missed you,” she says, choking on a sob.

I’m sure there was a point where she thought she would never see him again.

She picks him up and squeezes him tight before putting him back down.

I walk ahead of her, making my way into her bathroom and starting the shower for her.

When I turn, she’s already undressed, and my gaze roams her body.

She’s covered in bruises, some yellow, the majority purple.

Her hair is a matted mess of blood and dirt, and the injury on her hand has started to bleed again.

My eyes ignite with fire before softening, knowing she doesn’t need my anger right now.

I stick my hand under the water to make sure the temperature is just right before extending my other hand toward her.

She takes it, and I lead her over the ledge and into the shower.

Once she’s in, I take my own clothes off, joining her.

She tilts her head back, letting the water drench her hair.

She goes to grab the shampoo, but I stop her. “Let me.”

Grabbing the bottle, I squirt some in my hand and begin working it into her hair.

She lets out a little moan, and my dick twitches at the sound.

Once it’s lathered, I tilt her head back and rinse it out, ensuring the water runs clean.

Then, I move on to the conditioner. While that sits, I grab her body wash and loofa, running it over her skin.

She takes the soap from her body and runs it through her ass before she gets back under the water and rinses everything off.

While she does that, I wash myself, scrubbing away remnants of blood and sweat from my skin.

When she’s done, she lets me under the water and rubs her non-injured hand over my body to get all the soap off.

I can’t help it. I am fully hard just from her touch. She looks down before looking back up.

“Make me forget his touch,” she whispers. “Please.”

I told her all she had to do was ask. Turning off the water, I help her over the edge of the tub, following behind her.

Once we’ve dried off, I set her on top of the bathroom counter and search for the first aid kit.

Opening, I grab some gauze, anti-bacterial spray, and bandages.

We’ll get this taken care of at the hospital tomorrow, but for now, I’ll take care of her.

I dress the wound, ensuring my touch remains light so as to not cause her any more pain.

Once I’m done, I pick her up, lifting her from the backs of her thighs and carrying her over the bed.

I gently place her on the bed and hover over her, looking into her eyes.

She looks at me with so much love, and I know that I’ll never do anything to break her heart again.

She’s giving me her heart, and I intend to guard it with my life.

Nestled between her legs, I sit up on my knees, looking down at her beautiful body.

Taking note of every bruise, I lean down, gently placing a kiss on top of each one.

“No one will ever hurt you again, little lioness. Not as long as I am breathing.” I run my hand down her chest, finding her center.

She’s already soaking wet for me, and I gather some of it, rubbing it over the top of my cock.

Lining myself up with her entrance, I slide in slowly, reveling in the tightness of her pussy and how it stretches for me.

“Such a perfect fit,” I tell her. Pulling back out, I thrust back in.

I keep this slow agonizing pace up, knowing it’s what drives her crazy the most. She loves it when I slowly build her up.

“Yes, Dean. Right there. Please don’t stop,” she moans.

“Never, baby.” I groan.

I grab both of her wrists, being careful not to touch her hand, and pin them above her head as I continue my slow thrusts.

“Now, Dean. Faster. Please, faster,” she begs, and I do as she commands. Picking up the pace, I thrust faster, feeling that spot inside her swell. She’s close, so I quickly flip her to where she’s on top of me. She lets out a squeal before realizing what just happened.

“Take it,” I demand. She looks at me in confusion. “Take your pleasure from me. I want you to control it. Take. It.”

Her eyes flash with a spark, and she does exactly that, moving her hips in slow circles and building herself back up.

When she’s reached her desired peak, she begins bouncing her hips on my cock.

She places both of her hands on my chest and picks up her pace even more, slamming her pussy down on my dick before she lets out a scream.

I feel her cum dripping down my cock. Now that she’s taken what she needed from me, I grab onto her hips.

“Hold on, baby.”

I start thrusting up inside her, my cock easily sliding in and out of her wet pussy.

“Oh fuck,” she screams, holding onto my forearms for support.

“This pussy is fucking mine. Mine to fuck, mine to tease, mine to eat. Mine . Say it.”

She throws her head back, looking up at the ceiling. “Yes. Yours.”

“Eyes on me, little lioness.” She looks down at me, her eyes filled with desire. “Say it.”

“This pussy is yours, Dean. All yours.”

I fall over the edge and come deep inside her, slamming her hips down on mine one last time.

My dick pulses inside her, emptying everything that I have.

She collapses on top of me, breathing heavily.

We’re both a sweaty mess again, the air around us smelling like sex.

Once she’s had a moment to relax again, I lift her hips up and slide out of her. “Don’t move.”

I head back into the bathroom, grabbing a clean washcloth and getting it wet.

I make my way back to her, spreading her legs apart and wiping her before moving to her underwear drawer and grabbing her a pair.

I bring them back to her, kneeling at the edge of the bed.

“Slide over here,” I command. She obeys, scooting over and hanging her legs off the edge.

I slide her underwear up and under her ass.

Grabbing my own pair, I do the same, then get back in the bed, patting her side for her to come closer. She slides in beside me, nuzzling against my chest and draping her arm across me.

“I love you, Dean,” she whispers, following it up with the cutest yawn. “Thank you for everything.”

“I love you too, little lioness. Now rest,” I whisper back.

Within minutes, I hear soft snores leaving her body.

I lay here awake for a bit, thinking about the last decade and what the future holds.

There’s no place I’d rather be in the moment and every moment to come.

This woman has me wrapped around her finger, and I’ll do anything for her.

Always and forever. Most people think home is a place. But my home is her .

And I’m finally happy to be home.