Page 66 of The Fighter who Needed Me
He had pushed her back and had her under him.
As he moved to the next breast and sucked and bit that one, she cried out his name and he quickly unbuttoned his front falls of his breeches.
He kissed his way back up to her mouth, “Are you ready for me? Ready for me to show you who you belong to?”
She gave a whimper, and tried to nod her head, but he had her hair still tight in his fist, “I need it! Show me who I belong to.” She gasped out and he growled into her mouth, and with his free hand, he ran his fingers over her folds, checking to see if she was wet, and she was.
Her folds were soaked, and he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking the wetness there and groaning at her taste.
He put his hand back down, and readied his cock, pushing the head in and making her gasp.
She pulled his mouth back to hers, no doubt tasting herself there and their tongues dueled as he shoved all the way inside her to the hilt.
He groaned at her tightness and even though it had only been this morning since he had claimed her, this was more.
This was intense. He started fucking her hard, in and out, making her cry out into his mouth and scratch her nails down his back, which just made him fuck her all that much harder.
His bed was moving, slamming against the wall, and he tore his mouth from hers, grunting into her skin, as he slammed his cock in and out of her, hard and fast.
Her tightness grew tighter and started to pulse around him, trying to pull his seed into her and he needed to hold off, to wait until she had found her release first.
And then she screamed his name, her fingernails digging into hist shoulder and her sheath tightening on him, making him cry out at the feel of it.
He finally let go of his release and his seed flooded her womb, making him pray that it would take hold.
He let her hair go and caught himself on his elbows, trying not to crush his wife with his heavy weight.
She curled her arms around his back, “I need to feel it. Please love, let your guard down. I can take it.”
He slowly lowered his heavy frame over hers and let out a soft moan.
She gave a slight one of her own and burrowed her head into his neck and kissed his sweaty skin softly.
She looked up at him, “I love you,” and he smiled, rolling them softly to the side, staying connected to her and wrapping her tightly in his arms.
“I love you too. Thank you for coming back to me.”
She nodded, “Always. You are my home.”
He kissed her softly, “And you are mine.”
She shut her eyes and her breathing evened out and his cock slipped free from the recesses of her small body.
He let out a soft moan and let her curl up in his bed.
He kissed her forehead, and then climbed from his bed. Needing to check the house and make sure that Bruce or Reginald had not found them here.
He would keep her safe now if it was the last thing he did.
Pulling his black breeches up his legs and putting some boots on his feet, and a shirt, he looked one last time at his sleeping wife.
Then he walked from the room, grabbing his knife that he left at home before the fight.
He put it in his boot and shut the door quietly.
The hallway was silent and dark, and Brooks was glad to hear that everything was settled.
He walked down into the salon, not finding anything there, but having to check anyway.
