Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
NEVIO
I am doing my best to treat her with respect, to comfort her, to take care of her despite this untamed urge I have at the sheer sight of her naked skin.
Now is not the time, though. She doesn’t need me to be putting that kind of pressure on her after everything she’s been through today - and after what she just found out about her father.
She doesn’t know yet.
She doesn’t know that I love her.
And the more she pushes me away, the harder I fall.
I will wait for eternity for her to love me back.
Until then, I will hold her. I will take care of her.
I will keep her safe - if she continues to let me.
When her crying softens and stops, I stand up off the bathroom floor and lift her in my arms. The towel falls away from her back and I can’t help running my hands over her skin - hot from the bath.
In the bedroom, she stands still as I try to find something warm for her to wear.
The towel drops from her body, and my eyes roam over her.
Fuck.
She is way too fucking gorgeous.
My cock stirs, beginning to throb and press against my pants.
I clear my throat, trying to clear my mind of the images of her - but it’s impossible. She is all I see.
As I pull the hoodie over her head, my hands brush against her skin. I slow down, letting my fingertips play over her curves.
I shouldn’t do this.
I feel like I’m taking advantage of her.
I wish she wanted me as much as I wanted her. Every second around her is agony. Agony of loving someone who isn’t interested in you.
She looks up at me, standing there in nothing but the oversized hoodie.
Her eyes meet mine, and I am drawing in green pools of glittering light.
My heart thunders like a storm in my chest.
Then her lips are on mine, and her hands are pulling at my clothes.
For a second, I think I’m dreaming, but my body is all too real against hers.
She strips me down, layer by layer. I drift my hands beneath the hoodies, really caressing her now. Touching her, taking her in.
Then I lift her arms over her head and pull it off her again.
Naked, our bodies against each other, neither of us notices the cold anymore.
I throw her onto the bed, my thoughts becoming more intense, darker, and flooded with desire at each passing moment.
Beneath the blankets, my hands push between her perfect thighs and she lets out a gasp when I press my fingers into her pussy.
She is breathing heavily, her chest moving against me when I move my fingers in and out of her. She is rocking her hips in time to my movement and the little sounds she is making are causing my cock to become so hard it’s aching.
I pull her thighs apart, rolling onto her. I force her legs wide with my hips, lifting her legs against her chest. Folding her in half beneath me.
She moans as I brush my cock over her spread open pussy.
Wide and waiting for me to slide inside her.
She reaches up and wraps her hands around the back of my neck, pulling me towards her, a silent way of begging me to thrust my cock into her and fuck her.
I lean close to her ear.
“Never leave me again.” I growl against her cheek.
Her eyes are wide.
“If you leave me again, I will have to punish you and I don’t want to punish you, baby girl.”
She whimpers and rocks her hips upwards, pressing her pussy against my cock. The tip of my cock sinks inside her and I growl again, a low, deep rumble of pleasure.
I press deeper, feeling my cock push her pussy open as I glide deeper and deeper.
She lets out a heavy breath against my skin; her nails digging into my shoulders.
I push so deep into her; I feel as though I might rip her apart.
Then I pull out again, slowly.
I pause, waiting. Her pussy throbs over my cock.
I thrust forward and slam inside her.
She screams and grips me tighter.
I fuck her, rhythmic movements that are making her moan and writhe with pleasure.
She feels so fucking good trapped beneath my body like this.
My little girl, my baby, my wife.
She is mine, and I will never let her go.
“You belong to me, Dalila. DO you understand?”
She nods.
“No other man will ever touch you. You are mine.” I growl, a threat and a warning.
The truth.
I will tear anyone who touches her apart. I will pull them to pieces and make them suffer.
She is mine.
Dalila is shaking beneath me, her body shuddering with each thrust into her pussy. My cock can feel how tight her pussy is getting as she nears her orgasm.
I grab her chin and pull her face towards mine.
“Look at me when you come. I want to watch you.”
Her lips part open, and warm air escapes her mouth.
Her breathing is even faster now, her pupils dilated.
Then I feel it.
Her pussy clamps over me, sucking my cock deeper into her.
Waves of pleasure rush through her and her eyes stay locked with mine as she comes all over my cock.
I slam into her one more time and feel myself exploding inside her.
We lie in bed for a long time, not saying anything, just wrapped up in each other’s arms. I want to know what she is thinking, but I’m scared to ask.
I’m scared that she only kissed me because she was in shock from what happened. I am scared that if I speak, she will push me away again.
So I just hold her, feeling the pulse of her heart as it beats against my chest.
Letting my fingers trace over the bones of her spine, shaped beneath her skin.
Feeling her warmth and hearing her breathing.
After a long time, I feel her body shake.
I move her so that I can see her face, lifting it from where she was laying against my chest.
Tears are running quietly down her cheeks.
I sit up and pull her into my arms.
“I’m so sorry for what happened.” I whisper.
“My dad — I just — I don’t understand.” She cries.
“I will find out what happened, Dalila. I will find out for you. You deserve to know.” I stroke my fingers through her blonde hair.
She nods, then snuggles into my arms and closes her eyes.