CHAPTER 6
Felix’s stomach roiled with a million bubbles of fear and excitement when the swamp dragon rattled the woods outside. She held her feet to the floor as she peered out the screen door, wanting him to see she’d listened to him even when it was the hardest thing to do.
Her phone buzzed in her hand, and she lifted it, swallowing her pulse. Meet me on the path to the Basilique.
She all but flew out the door and down the steps, forgetting to answer as she ran. She slowed her pace when she spotted him heading toward her. The harsh look on his face made her body buzz with a numbness as the moment felt like an incoming bullet. Oh boy, he wasn’t planning on stopping she saw. Not wanting a collision, she stopped and gasped when he grabbed her face in his hands and drowned her with the most intense kiss. She sucked down his hot breaths, letting him taste and devour, too dizzy to think much less return the favor. Next he hoisted her up against his body in a bear hug, his groan on her ear sending sparks through her as his hard muscles pressed into her hands and arms and body. “You feel amazing,” she gasped, not caring if it was right or wrong to say.
His hungry mouth crushed hers again, growling and hot. His kiss moved to her neck and the intense pull of the skin and muscle sent a vortex of pleasure through her. “Take me home,” she panted, raking her nails along his hard muscle.
He scooped her up in his arms and she clung to his neck as he got back to eating at her mouth his breaths sounding almost angry before he set her feet on the ground.
“I’m dizzy,” she gasped when he stepped away too quickly.
He returned to her, a solid wall of hard heat, arms around her, stroking and petting. God, he was kissing the top of her head. She closed her eyes as that strange urge to cry hit her, sending her arms around his strong frame in a tight embrace. “Thank you,” she whispered against him, her muscles shaking.
“For what, baby?” he asked at her ear, petting along her face as he forced it up.
His mouth was on hers again, soft as silk and stealing her thoughts. But they were important and she wanted him to know. “For finding me,” she said around his tender kiss.
“Beautiful Felix,” he said with a moan, again stroking her face with his fingers. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
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After supper, Felix’s heart jumped around with the prospect of dessert. She’d bathed twice and even trimmed. Down there of all things. She’d never been aware of hair as much as she was now. What did he think of that part of her? Her tummy flipped at recalling how he’d put his mouth on it. God, he’d licked and sucked her and nothing had felt more amazing.
But was the trim too much? She hoped not. The idea to at least get it to uniformity had hit her as she made close examination of everything about herself.
Her tummy went back to rolling with thoughts of what was coming. What would he do to her? Would he make love to her? Fuck her? The idea of such a thing, such an intense and…amazing thing had her ready to vomit. He was so big. What would that feel like?
She sensed him entering the kitchen and glanced over her shoulder, dropping the cup right into the dishwater at finding him naked. Her gaze was stuck on his large…cock. What a perfect word for it. Perfect like him.
The cock swung as he came closer and then he turned and leaned against the counter, crossing his arms while looking at her with raised brows.
“Are you…ready for me?” She lowered her gaze, watching him stroke his cock.
“What do you think?”
“Yes,” she whispered, unable to turn from the sight of his large veins. The ones on his hand and cock had such an impact on her.
“Are you ready for my surprise?”
She stepped right into his naked body and lay her head on his chest, snaking her wet hands up his back while his hands covered her butt with firm squeezes then a hard press that forced her into his rigid manhood.
A breath of excitement escaped her as she worked a hand between them, getting it around the thick base. His mouth crashed on hers as she stroked him, remembering how much he liked her touching the top part. His hot gasp and groan filled her lungs as he gripped a handful of her hair, drawing her cry as he bit along her jaw then sucked roughly at her neck. His groans came thick and steady as he pushed his cock in and out of her hold. She fought her way down his body until getting what she craved. She worked quickly so he wouldn’t stop her, tonguing his favorite spot and bringing his seething groan and both hands in her hair now.
“Fucking suck my hard cock, baby,” he shuddered, pushing himself against the back of her throat. The feel of pain where he pulled her hair made her heady. God, she loved when he did that.
He suddenly grabbed her under her arms and pulled her up. “Somebody’s here.”
Her heart lurched as she listened, hearing the faint hum of a motor.
“You expecting company?” he asked, pulling her toward the stairs and hurrying up with her.
Panic had her mind in a hot mess. She didn’t even know what day it was much less what plans she’d made in her pre-Nitro life that felt a million years ago in that second. “I can’t… I don’t remember.”
In her bedroom, he looked out the window, keeping the light off while she tried to remember things. Her breath sucked in. “What’s today?”
He glanced at her, his eyes flashing in the low moonlight through the window. “Thursday?”
“The date!”
“The twenty third.”
“Oh my God!”
“What?”
“It’s my Mah-Mah’s birthday!” She strained to see out the window. “Shit, shit! That’s Pah-Pah!”
“Why’s he here?”
“Probably to beat my ass! I can’t believe I forgot!”
“I hate to ask this but how quick can you get rid of him? He can’t know I’m here.”
She paced, shaking her hands.
“What if I meet him and tell him you’re not here. You’re at the main house because it’s safer?”
She nodded after three seconds. “I think that’s the best idea. I’ll call Mah-Mah.”
“Wait till after he’s gone.”
“And why are you here?” she wondered, eyes wide.
“To watch over the place till we figure out something more permanent.”
She watched him zip up his pants, her eyes only caring about the ripple of muscle in his haste. He suddenly stormed to her and covered her mouth with a plundering kiss while holding the back of her head to the ravishing assault.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He moaned while delivering quick small kisses before finally turning for the stairs.
She hurried to the door and closed it, leaving a crack and listening. When the sound of muffled French reached her, she crept onto the landing and sat on the top step, listening to the fractured conversation.
Her heart leapt against her chest at hearing JakeDrysdale. She carefully crept down the stairs, listening to her father’s angry voice. “That sonofabitch is coming to take over this place if she doesn’t marry him. They tole me you were out here, guarding things and looking out for Felix.”
“Yes sir,” Nitro said.
“I thank you for doing that, she’s stubborn. I wouldn’t trust anybody else to protect her virtue.
She covered her mouth, wincing.
“Yes sir, I would never let anything hurt her. Or anybody. And Jake Drysdale won’t touch this place, this you have my word about.”
She listened to him go over the tricks that piece of crap was pulling till her pulse hammered with fear and shame and rage.
“We’re the law here,” Nitro reminded him. “I don’t care what paperwork he comes up with, he’ll never step foot on this land.”
“If I ever see the sonofabitch, I’ll kill him,” Pah-Pah said. “He hurt my Felix and took her innocence.”
Felix clamped a hand over her mouth at that. What on earth was he talking about?
“What do you mean?” Nitro asked, sending her several steps closer, ready to interrupt and set records straight.
“For three months he took advantage of her inexperience, making her do things only a married woman should do.”
She covered her face in horror as fear made her heart pound. How did her Pah-Pah know this? Did that creep tell people?
“Where did you hear that?” Nitro asked.
“The whole got-damn town knows! He done made her out to be a swamp tramp!”
“But we both know that’s not true,” Nitro said, bringing her gasp of hope and surge of tears. “Your daughter would never let a man do her like that.”
Felix was back to covering her face as fear returned and shame made her skin crawl.
“She really liked that sonofabitch. She cried for a got-damn month straight after he stopped coming around.”
“I’ll take care of it Mr. Champlain, this you can be sure. Felix is safe now, that’s all that matters. Leave the legalities to me. If I have to buy this place back, I will. And he will pay for what he’s done to your daughter.”
Oh God. She clenched her eyes as her tears poured, reminding her of that other thing that made her cry. The idea of losing Nitro had superpowers over her tear ducts. Oh God, now he knew she’d cried for that dummy! She’d banished him from her life. He didn’t count in anything. He was a freak storm in her life she got caught in. Lasted all of three months then it was gone. She didn’t need to give him no space or place in her mind or life. Was the first time she’d taken her Mah-Mah’s advice straight to heart. And it saved her, she was sure of it.
At hearing her dad was leaving, she hurried quietly back upstairs. In her room, the sound of Nitro on the stairs brought such a dreadful panic she wanted to escape out the window. She stood next to it instead with her hands over her face, wanting to hide.
The door opened and shut and her body shook with the fear and anguish of what this would do to them. Oh God, he was standing right behind her.
His strong arms wrapped around her and gently pulled her into his chest. The first sob escaped her, one of sheer relief then another of disbelief.
“Shhhhh, Mah Belle Reine. I got you.”
She turned in his arms and hid her face in his chest. He’d called her his beautiful queen and it made her cry more. He stroked her back and head, soothing her with soft whispers about how beautiful she was and all his and nobody would ever hurt her again.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” she choked against his chest. “He didn’t count,” she cried, the pain of what he’d done breaking open the wrecked place in her heart. “I didn’t let him count.”
His soft lips pressed into hers as he continued his shhhhing and caressing.
“I should’ve told you.”
“No, Mah Belle Reine, you surely should not have.” His kiss deepened as his fingers remained reverent on her face. “He dug his own grave when he made you cry, Mah Jolie Femme. And I will see that he’s put in it.”
She wanted to tell him she didn’t want nobody to die over it but his precious words lit a fire in her soul till she was fighting to get him out of his pants. A struggle broke out when they began running into each other’s need. They managed to get naked, and the bed met her back right as his hard, hot body covered hers. She opened her legs and wrapped them around him, determined not to let him go.
“You ready for your surprise, Mah Belle Reine?”
“Yes,” she gasped, grabbing his face and kissing him. “I’m so ready.”
She felt the glide of his cock against her opening and sucked in a breath of pleasure and shock right as his mouth covered hers in the tenderest kiss. “My wife,” he whispered, pushing the huge head into her opening.
“Lukas!” she gasped, her hands on his shoulders. “Oh! Yes, yes,” she whispered, not wanting him to stop. “My husband,” she choked as those tears came with a gushing vengeance.
His soft French of adoration swept in and over her as he pushed himself inside her, the pain agonizing and glorious all at once. She gasped and cried and kissed him, getting the same from him in return while his every breath came with my beautiful wife. She wasn’t sure at what point it went from breathtakingly painful to a burning heat that had them both fighting to get closer and him to get deeper.
“Felix!” he called out, his head pressing onto her shoulder as he gave vicious groans and thrusts that brought half sobs mixed with shrieks.
She came apart under him and with him, her limbs locking tight. She never wanted to stop feeling every inch of his body pressed so perfectly into hers. That should be felt forever. “My beautiful husband,” she gasped and cried over and over, holding the back of his head with her hand. “I love you. I can’t help myself, I love you!”
He gave a rough sound in her ear then her arms were put above her head as his mouth returned to hers with a ravenous intensity. Soon she was staring into his face, her mouth opened wide as he fucked her without an ounce of mercy and nothing in the world could compare to the all-consuming pleasure he pummeled her with. Her half screams returned as she watched him have his way with her, his gaze on her tits jerking to his brutal pounds. His head went back with a seething growl before he became a thrashing animal, his muscles hard before he fell on her like a mountain swept away.
“I love you more,” he breathed around ragged breaths in her ear. “I love my angel,” he gasped, pressing his face into hers then covering it everywhere with kisses. “You’re my angel. Mine forever.”