CHAPTER 26
Sahvrin sat on his bed with His Petite in his lap, not wanting to let her go. He spent several minutes kissing and soothing her, while the mess she made inside him swirled out of control. But the chaos was different, it was all her, a hurricane of energy, so sharp it cut him, so bright it blinded him, so right it shamed him.
And yet, even as he sat there, he knew he’d not fuck her, not now, not like this. She deserved so much more than a fix fuck and he wouldn’t let fucking Katrina take that gift from His Petite.
Her lips nuzzled at his neck, and he closed his eyes, steeling himself against the tiny gift while praying she didn’t push him. Her hot tongue against his skin as she opened her mouth wider with a moan slammed against his will.
Her perfect, sweet lips moved along his face and there was no resisting her kiss and he didn’t want to.
His hands slid along her waist and hips as he moaned in her mouth, again praying she didn’t try to go too far.
She turned and straddled his lap then lifted her top, pulling his mouth to her breast. He took it with a reckless hunger. “Yes,” she gasped, her fingers scraping along his scalp. “Touch me, please,” she begged, taking hold of his hands and moving them to her ass.
He let go a harsh breath and filled his hands with it. She moved his head to her other breast, her own hunger unravelling him.
“Make love to me,” she gasped, pushing against his shoulders, forcing him down onto the bed. He let her but then wrapped his arms around her body, holding her against him.
“Ma Petite,” he whispered between breaths while stroking her head and back. “I will not fuck you to make this right.”
She lay still and quiet on him for too long.
“I won’t let her make me hurry this with you, do you understand?”
She rolled off of him and pushed out of his attempt to hold her. “Don’t…touch me.”
“Ma Petite—”
“Don’t call me that,” she said, her quiet pain cutting him. “You don’t get to call me that anymore.”
“What if I made love to you right now, Beth? How would it make you feel knowing why I did?”
“Like a fucking beggar that finally got their way,” she said, her voice breaking as she got up and went sit on the couch.
He followed, standing before her. “How could it ever feel right or be right when the reason you want it is because that bitch provoked you to this?”
She shot up and pointed in his face. “You provoked me to this, not her. You act like you don’t want her dictating your life, your decisions, but she’s the reason you’re making us wait, she’s the reason we have to make sure it’s safe! She’s dictating when I get to have you, how I get to have you because if everything isn’t just right, then I don’t get the man I want, the man who dove into love with all he had. How dare you! How dare you keep the man I love away from me! You are mine, Bishop is mine, Sahvrin is mine! There is no woman on this earth that will ever love you more and I want what’s mine!” she screamed. “I’m the one you’ve been waiting for, you found me, I’m right here and I’m dying,” she wailed now. “Why did you pull me from the swamp if you were just going to kill me!”
Sahvrin caught her as she fell, fucking panicked at everything she’d just said. What had he done? He’d broken his angel. Fuck, God, no.
“Ma Petite,” he whispered, his breaths shaking as he held her in his arms, rocking her as she wailed like a baby. “Oh fuck, fuck I’m sorry.” He sat her on the couch and took her face in his hands, kissing all over it, desperate to undo what he’d done. “Beth, I love you, do you fucking hear me? You have to listen, you have to hear me. I swore, I fucking swore to God I would never let anybody use your sweet soul for themselves, including me, do you understand?” He pet her face over and over. “I wanted to give you time to make sure I was what you wanted, this life, this swamp, my family. And I wanted to make love to you so fucking bad the first time you asked me to, please you have to believe that,” he gasped, pressing his forehead to hers. “I wanted my angel to be sure she got exactly what she wanted, not what I fucking wanted, but the second I knew that you wanted me, then you were fucking mine, do you hear me? You were mine before I laid a finger on you.” His breaths came ragged. “I know I said…I wanted you to choose without pressure but… I’m begging you to choose the bastard that hurt you the first day we met. And I will spend the rest of my life making you the happiest angel, I fucking swear to it.”
Her lips suddenly covered his, her nails clawing his face with desperate cries mixed with her sweet passion. He kicked the coffee table into the wall, pulling her to the floor, his mouth never leaving hers.
“Are you sure,” she gasped between moans, her fingers pulling his hair.
“So fucking sure,” he answered with a bite to her lower, then upper lip, groaning at the soft cry she gave while his hands raced to feel every inch of her. God, he was going to hurt her, he knew without a doubt he wouldn’t be able not to.
He held her jaw tight and sat up, pulling her with him. “You need to do it, Angel,” he shuddered. “I need you to fuck me.” He got on his knees, undoing his pants. “I’ll hurt you if you don’t.”
She answered with shuddered breaths, kissing and sucking along his chest, her hungry fingers piercing his skin everywhere until his groans filled with lust. She helped him out of his pants, and pulled him around the couch, pushing him down on the bed.
“Fuck, yes baby,” he whispered, quickly turning on the small light above the headboard. “I need to see you,” he said, ready to beg for it.
She removed her bottom then top and climbed back on him and sat.
“Fuck, protection,” he said, closing his eyes in desperation.
She went still and he looked at her, heaving with desire. “I know how to check.”
Check? “Check what?”
“If I’m fertile.”
He let go of a breath while holding her hips. “Do it,” he said. “If you need protection, I swear to God I’ll go right now to Mah-Mah’s love pantry and get some.”
She raised up on her knees and he angled his head, watching her reach between her legs and push her finger in and out of her pussy. “Fuck,” he breathed, at hearing how wet she was.
She pulled it out and looked at the essence then spread it between her fingers. “Thick,” she said, casting him a look.
“What does that mean?”
She reached down and took hold of his cock, moving on her knees till she was right above it.
“Yes?” He grabbed hold of it at the base with one hand and gripped her thigh with the other.
He held it tall for her and she lowered her pussy right onto the head with a delicate, agonized, “Yes.”
The feel of her hot silk on the head of his dick had him seething already. His fingers dug into her thigh as he moved himself slowly along her opening, fighting the instinct to thrust while she twirled her hips on him.
“Sahvrin,” she gasped, pressing her nails into his wrists.
“Fuck. My cock is on your beautiful pussy,” he said between breaths. “I never want to stop seeing that.”
He looked up her body, groaning at the way her tits pushed together. “Your fucking nipples.” He moved his hips, hurrying his eyes down to his cock, then back up to her face. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispered, watching her in pleasure. “Make your clit hot right on my cock, Ma Petite. Then fuck me,” he said, fighting the reckless urges tickling his muscles. “And then I’m going to fuck you. Mon Dieu, I’m going to fuck you so good.”
With her tight pussy right on the head, she moved with little downward pumps. He let go of his cock and grabbed her hips in both hands. “Oh fuck, you’re killing me,” he gushed, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
She pushed down an inch more with an “Oh!” her moans mixing with worried gasps.
“Go slow Ma Petite.” The masochistic command burned him more. Her nails pricked his skin as she remained still until her moans softened. She moved back up a little before lowering down to where she was before, Mon Dieu. She was fucking the head and it brought a cock-throb that made her gasp and go still again.
“So good, Ma Petite,” he praised, trying not to dig too hard into her soft thighs.
She took her time, and that took every bit of strength to endure. He focused on her face, particularly the sharp lines between her brows and the stab of her nails as she held on. Her moans told him more than he could handle. Right now, they said she was getting ready to take another inch of his cock.
Her head came forward and she tortured him with those two-inch sucks on the tip of his shaft. “Beth,” he gushed, staring at himself in her. She answered him with a merciful decent, burying him halfway.
Her next gasp was one of pleasant surprise as she went still again on his throbbing dick. “Halfway, baby,” he said between hisses and groans while eying her progress. “Your pussy is so beautiful on me.”
She gave a cry while lowering three quarters of the way and a rogue thrust of his hips escaped. “Mon Dieu, fuck, I’m sorry,” he blasted at the sharp cry she made.
She remained still, her moans a mix of pleasure and pain as he went back to holding on to her thighs with a bruising force.
“It’s so big,” she gasped, pain on her brow. At the bite of her nails, he braced for more of her sweet decent.
“So fucking close baby,” he said, winded as he stared, willing for her to go all the way.
Instead, she moved slowly back up his shaft, wetting him with her essence. “Mon Dieu, Beth,” he strained as she lowered back down all the fucking way this time.
She tugged his hands off her hips and laced her fingers in his, strangling him with her grip as her cries increased again. “Sahvrin,” she moaned.
“Touch your clit, my sweet Petite Ange.”
She sat still and panting as if afraid to move then slowly released his hand, doing as he said.
“Fucking yes,” he whispered, watching her middle and ring fingers moving on her clit. “Make it feel good baby. Get it hot, get it so fucking hot for me.”
Her mouth opened with soft moans. He reached with his free hand and grazed her nipple with the tips of his fingers, watching her mouth open more. “Yes,” she said, her pussy clenching him tighter somehow as she masturbated. “Oh yes.”
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Beth’s heart hammered with every other part in her. God, this was it, her first time, and with the man she was madly in love with. And he loved her. God, the way he’d said it. With all his heart, she felt it. She panted while holding on tight to his one hand, the pleasure from her clit giving her an edge over the pain. His sexy groans were jet fuel to her desire and helped her down that terrifying slide. He was so big and her attempt to hurry was turning into a torture session of pleasure for him and pain for her.
The sting and stretch began to subside and she lifted then moved back down. The careful maneuver brought another barrage of those cock-pulses against her already tight walls. That, and the way his chest and stomach heaved as he fought to be still did insane things to her.
He needed to orgasm first; she wasn’t sure she could. She sought his other hand again and he locked his fingers in hers, his grip nearly crushing her bones. To feel the measure of his desire had her dizzy.
She set out with gentle up and down moves, watching his gaze roam from her pussy to her face like both were a source of life for him. But when he locked those dark eyes on hers, it gave her the power to move her higher up his shaft and then lower.
God he was the most beautiful man when in agonizing pleasure. The lines between his brows deepened with the grit of his teeth and hiss. Then his head went back with a groaned, “Ffffuck,” so hot it made her gasp.
It suddenly became all about his pleasure and she moved again, high then low, high then lower, watching him. “Fuck me,” she shot out with a gasp, picking up speed.
The sudden thrust of his hips brought a shocked cry, but she didn’t stop moving on him, the slide of his cock becoming easier. The way she sat felt like a restriction on his hips, so she pulled her hands from his and put them on his abs. The second she did, his own hands shot to her hips with a stinging smack and ”Oh yes, fuck yes.”
His eyes fixed on him moving in and out of her and the look it put on his face brought her moans higher. “Fuck, Beth,” he breathed, moving her hips on him as he gave short thrusts.
The sensation had her mouth open wide, shock overtaking her moans. “Oh my God, oh my God,” she gushed when he worked her hips even faster. She dropped her upper body, putting her hands next to his shoulders.
“Fucking kiss me,” he blasted.
The moment their mouth’s clashed, his fast thrusts turned sodeep. Her cries met his growls as he hammered his cock with no mercy.
She didn’t want mercy. She wanted exactly what he gave her—unrestrained passion, reckless and cruel. His hands bit so hard on her hips suddenly, holding her tight as his head went back with a strained roar. He writhed like it burned as he ground her pussy down on him. God, the pain and pleasure was like getting her soul raked over fire, clobbering her humanity until she was a shaking, sobbing mess.
In a dizzying second, she was beneath him, and he was kissing her softly and petting her face. His shhhh’s coated her traumatized body and she realized in that second just how real that medicine was to her. Then came his French and the tone said he was pissed. She reached and stroked his face, pulling his mouth to hers only able to express in moans how much she loved all of it.