Chapter 61 Slade
Slade
The thick black fog invades deep within my lungs, choking off my air as my eyes swing around, looking for the threat. Because I know there’s a threat. But with all my searching, peering into the black abyss, there’s nothing that comes for me.
“It’s you.”
I spin frantically in the direction that the hissed whisper came from, but still, there’s no one.
The wind picks up, dissipating some of the thick fog to reveal the hint of a structure. My heart pounds as I stare at it.
Antwane’s cabin of hell.
“It’s you.”
The hissed whisper comes from inside.
“You’re the threat, Slade.”
It’s Antwane’s voice.
“Now, be a good girl, and bring me my next toy to break.”
I jerk awake, bolting up in the bed, panting wildly and shaking all over.
“Hey.” A deep voice rumbles beside me, and a big hand pushes my hair back. I feel cold and hot all at the same time. “Slade, look at me.”
Bane. It’s Bane.
My shelter. My calm in the raging storm. My strength.
Except, he won’t be beside me when I execute the plan and face Antwane’s ghost. But I can’t show him my reservations, my fears, because then he’ll do everything in his power to stop me.
“Look at me, Slade.”
I finally do, somehow hiding my doubt and fear. The room is dimly lit with a lamp, and Bane kneels on the floor beside the bed, fully clothed, while I’m in the bed, naked. “Why didn’t you sleep with me last night?”
He cups my chin. “I needed to watch over you.”
“You stayed up all night?” My eyes skate over his rugged, handsome face. His scruff is thick, his hazel eyes tired, but there’s a possessive fire burning in them.
I move over and pull back the blankets. “Come here.”
Uncertainty flashes across his face. This man is never uncertain; he’s confident, powerful, and in control. He’s the defender, my defender.
Except, in this plan, he has no control. He has to abdicate all control over my protection.
“Bane. Come here.”
A smile curls his perfect mouth. “I like when you’re bossy.”
“No, you don’t. You like to be in control. Of everything. You own my pleasure, remember?” I cock a brow at him.
He rises to his feet, towering over me in the bed. Next to his large body, I feel so small, but never threatened.
Watching him with rapt attention as he undresses, I wet my lips when I see his thick cock is hard and ready. Leaning over, I flick my tongue to gather the bead of pre-cum from the tip, and he hisses.
Then he’s pushing me back, covering my body with his and pushing inside me. My skin tingles, and my breath is stolen at the sensation of him stretching and filling me. I’ll never tire of the feeling of him entering me.
I want it hard and wild, needing to be completely out of my head, but he has other ideas. He pulls out before sliding back in, then repeats it, over and over. Slow and lazy. Making love to me like the night we arrived at the cabin.
His large hands frame my head as he cages me in with his arms and his body. I fall into the look in his eyes. His movements are deep and steady, gentle and loving. So at odds for what you’d expect from an outlaw criminal like him.
“I love you, Slade.”
I’ll never tire of hearing those words from his lips.
“I love you, too.”
“Tell me you’ll never leave me.”
“Never,” I promise with tears beading on my lashes.
“Tell me you’ll hear my voice over the earpiece, to keep you steady and grounded. Present.”
He fears losing me mentally as much as he does physically.
But he’s my rock. My safe haven in the tumultuous storm.
He’s my strength and gives me the power to fight.
He has stood beside me and gave me the ability to go to hell and back again each time I spiraled, giving me the strength to shed that numb nothingness and return to the world of living.
Of feeling again and bearing my pain and guilt.
“I’ll always come back to you.”
He drops his forehead to mine, pushing harder into me. “When you’re ready, I want to fuck so many babies into you, it’s insane. My beautiful, strong warrior. Forever mine.”
My body arches, trying to get even closer to him. “Yes, Bane. Yes.”
“Just let go.” He kisses me deeply. “I’ll never let you fall.”
And I do. Letting go of the pain, the haunted memories, the worry about what the day will bring, I focus only on him and what he gives me.
Which is everything.
When I climax, he’s there, following right behind me, and the thought of his cum filling me prolongs my release and pleasure.
I’m not ready for children yet, but the thought of bearing his one day, of us creating a family of our own and expanding the found family I have, fills me with a serene peace.
When Bane has finished pulsing his cum into me, I’m ready to close my eyes and fall back asleep. However, he has other ideas.
Without pulling out of me, he continues to rock his hips, reawakening my need for him even though I’ve just been thoroughly satiated. As he moves in me, I feel him harden again, and I give him a sleepy smile.
“You’re very demanding…daddy.”
The kink pet name does something to him as his nostrils flare, and his hazel eyes turn the color of dark whiskey.
Then I’m flipped over onto my stomach and Bane pins my legs with his planted on the outside of my thighs. He grips my hips, pulling them up slightly, then drives through the tight space of my thighs to pummel into me again.
“Bane,” I cry.
He’s hitting, hammering, into a dangerous spot on my front wall. Pressure builds within me as he hits that spot repeatedly, the pleasure bordering on pain, and he plants a hand on the back of my neck, rendering me completely at his mercy.
He owns my pussy, my pleasure, my mind…my heart and soul.
When I come the next time, wetness coats my thighs, and I scream—wild and free and unrestrained.
Bane grunts like a beast, then roars my name as he pumps me full with another round of his cum before collapsing on me.
I’m being crushed under his weight, being smothered into the mattress, but I’m grinning as sleep pushes in, my body and mind utterly and completely spent.
When Bane rolls to the side, hauling me into his chest, and covers us with the blankets, I fall into oblivion.