I had a feeling that was just the beginning of a horrible story. I am almost afraid to go further. Still, the fact it happened to this man, the fact that it happened to the man who owned my heart made it imperative I learn more. I want to heal him. I want to show him love and all the things he has never had in life. From this moment on, it was going to be my mission in life. Dragon would wake every morning, knowing someone loved him above all others.
I kiss the side of his neck and just hold him. I let the salty sweet of his skin soothe me. Maybe I shouldn’t have pushed him, reliving this was hard on him and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, he didn’t share this with anyone. I would let it drop for now. We had time, and eventually Dragon would know that I am always here for him. I was about to distract him from the thoughts I had triggered when he surprised me.
“Lady at the first foster home agreed to take in the crack baby. I was a check, but for taking me off the hospital’s hands she got to name me.”
Somehow I knew this wasn’t going to be good, so I just kissed the side of his neck again and waited.
“She thought it was fucking funny to name me something to remind me of what I was. I was born in West Detroit Mama. So the name I got on my papers was Detroit West. Fucking laugh riot, yeah?”
“I think it’s a beautiful name.”
Dragon pulls away from me, standing up. He stands in front of the window again. The moonlight shining through the room highlights his features and bounces off his dark skin. He is a work of art. His short cropped hair makes me want to run my fingers over it and feel the prickly texture that never fails to send instant tingles of heat through my body. The tone of his muscular legs, the width of his back and shoulders, the ink that decorated him and finally the freaking fabulous ass that jutted out in a way a woman just wanted to dig her nails into it and mark it as hers, all of it is perfection to me.
He stares outside, lost in thought. I don’t know what to say to break the mood he is in. It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have pushed him. He turns around quickly and his eyes lock on me. I could feel them searing me. There, right there was the look of the dragon.
“Don’t kid yourself Mama. There is not a damn thing beautiful about me.”
“You are to me.” I insisted, giving up and lying back down. I can’t prove it to him, not now. Maybe he’ll see in time that to me he is.
It wasn’t the perfection on the outside that made him that way either. It was the scarred broken parts inside of him that he overcame everyday. He could say he was no good but he had been better to me than any one person in my life. He made me feel like I mattered, with the exception of Dani I don’t think anyone ever had. I am totally and irrevocably in love with Detroit 'Dragon' West.
A look comes across his face that I don’t understand—anger almost? He stalks over to the bed and grabs my legs, pulling me towards the end of the bed and spreading my body open to him.
“Don’t fucking romanticize me Nicole. Don’t even fucking try it, that won’t hold water,” He growled. “I’m the filthy bastard you stupidly let between your legs and I’m not giving it up until I’m ready.”
He grabs his cock and rubs it back and forth against my clit, giving me pressure but definitely not enough. I’m still wet from earlier and the look of him between my legs holding his thick, hard cock combined with the way he is watching my body open and beg for him? I might just explode instantly.
“Look at your fucking pussy, begging for me. Is this what you want Nicole? You want to take a walk on the wild side and let the monster fuck you till you get bored and move back to your fucking house on the hill?” Dragon growls and then pushes inside of me.
I watch him, my eyes never leaving his as he begins teasing my clit with his hand and moving in and out of me at a slow, intense pace.
“I’ll never get enough, Dragon.”
“Shut the fuck up and feel me inside of you.” He growls watching every time he slams inside of me. My body rocks with each plunge he makes, my breasts bounce and I inch up further on the mattress with the force of his thrusts.
“I’ll always want you Dragon.”
I moan and he grunts, but says nothing in response.
“I love you.” I call out as I feel myself going over the edge.
Dragon’s eyes immediately hit mine. I look into them as my orgasm takes over.
“I love you Dragon, I love you.” I whisper again on a low emotion filled moan.
His orgasm overtakes him in that moment. I feel him shooting inside of me and I tighten myself on his body as much as I can.
Dragon leans down and kisses me hard, his tongue owning my mouth and exploring every inch he could find, while his body shudders in release.