Page 31 of Sip
I slide my hand from her belly to her mouth. “Don’t argue with me angel. You sleep in my bed from now on.”
My fingers remained curled over her lips until she finally nods. Stubborn, beautiful girl. I wrap tight around her and grin in the twilight. Content in the knowledge those who have harmed her are gone.
“I’m only going to rest for a little bit and then I need to go down and check on him.”
No. “He’s fine.”
“I have to take care of him.”
The adamancy in her voice kills me. I know she feels a sense of obligation yet doesn’t realize he wouldn’t do the same for her. “He doesn’t want to be taken care of.”
“I know.” Her silky hair tickles the bottom of my chin when she nods and lets out a small but tired laugh. My girl’s exhausted but keeps going. “He’s a terrible patient. Dark Shane emerges in the daytime with the pain killers.”
Suspicion coils in my gut, and I work extremely hard to keep my tone calm. “What do you meanDark Shane?”
She tenses against me. “Nothing…I mean…just a nickname…It’s nothing.”
Instantly, she’s on her back with me looming above her. I have to see her face. “Did he hurt you?”
Forceful hands, as much as she’s capable, press against my chest, and she furiously shakes her head. “No, not at all.”
“Then what?”
She swallows hard and sinks deeper in the mattress. An involuntary attempt to shrink from me and my fury. The growl rumbles up from my chest to my throat from her delay. Her eyes widen, and I can feel her shudder against me. “Tell me.”
Well aware she has no choice, she drops her gaze to my chin and sucks in a huge breath. “During the day, he’s always polite but kind of…aloof I guess you’d call it.” Even in the dim light, I can see the blush on her face. “Whenever I ovulated, and we made love, it was always in his room. He would call me honey and kind of hurry to get it over with.”
My head bobs, encouraging her to continue regardless of how much I despise hearing about them fucking. Maybe she feels the same since she’s still unwilling to look at me.
“But sometimes, he would come to my bedroom in the middle of the night, and he was different…” Her voice drops to a whisper yet still hoarse with apprehension. “He was drunk and would call me Maeve. I think he was imagining I was her because he would make me get on my hands and knees so he couldn’t see my face.”
Jesus Christ. My body shakes, and I have to hold back from jumping off the bed to beat his ass worse than Kipras. Her nervous gasp brings me back to what I really care about. To understand how he made her feel. “Did it hurt— him pretending you were someone else?”
I grab her chin and force her to face me when she doesn’t answer. “Grace?”
Instead of pain, I see an emotion I never expected. Desire. “No, because I was pretending he was you.”
There is no word to describe how I feel. Shocked, surprised, stunned— none of them do the justice necessary to define this sentiment. I push back to kneel between her legs and yank my shirt over her sweet head, loving her small, luscious tits bouncing as she struggles with me.
“No Killian. Wait! We can’t…”
I grab her wrists and pin them over her head. “You have to take me angel. I have to be inside of you.”
She twists crazy mad, yet I easily climb to the side of her and grip the waistband of my enormous joggers and shove them down her hips to her knees and off her feet. Fuck she’s incredible. I stare at her naked and trapped before the temptation overcomes me and I position myself between her legs again. I suck her throat while I circle her clit. Only a few seconds pass before she’s squirming under my hand and a moan escapes her mouth. “Are you wet for me little pixie?”
Obstinate from her resistance to our relationship, she refuses to answer so I check myself. Her arousal coats my fingertips and I use the cream to plunge a finger deep inside her delicious cunt. Her hips buck up to my wrist. “God you’re magnificent when you respond to me.”
Zero fight sounds in her voice when my name crosses her lips again. I don’t need to force her to admit she wants me. Too many more important pleasures to enjoy. I add a second finger and curl up to the spot I discovered earlier. She shoots off the mattress again. I need to figure out if I can reach the area with my tongue. She doesn’t seem to care what I do as long as I keep stroking her favorite place as she whispers while she chases the ecstasy from my efforts.
Deserving both, I part her drenched lips and lap up her essence a few times from her ass to her clit. When I scrape my teeth on the swollen nub and squeeze her g-spot with my fingertips she actually screams. The perfect torture for my perfect pixie. I manage two more times before she flops against the mattress and tries to push me away. Oh beautiful girl, I’m just getting started.
Easy to slide my cock inside her with all of her come coating my dick. Her legs shake next to mine and I lift to hold on under one of her narrow knees while I balance on my forearm. I could stare at her for hours as I plunge into her amazing cunt. Most of my life I’ve only seen blood, misery, greed, hate. Now I see genuine beauty, honesty, innocence, joyfulness in her expression.
Hooded eyes look back at me. Only she generates fear in me, making me wonder what she thinks when she watches me fuck her. If she can find the place I hold for her in my otherwise deadly soul. When she smiles up at me, I truly believe she knows what she means to me even if she fears me.
“You always tell me how beautiful I am but it’s you who takes my breath away.”
Warm fingers slide up my cheeks and I can’t resist her drawing me down to her. I kiss her softly. Remarkable as to how much I enjoy this slow love making. She’s gotten off so many times I’m not sure I can wring more out of her, but I don’t mind trying. I pump leisurely while she cups my face and presses small pecks against my lips. I’m inside her. She wants me. That’s all there is.
