21. Chapter 20
Chapter 20
Declan
M y blood runs cold as Savannah fights against me, screaming and thrashing. Her nails dig into me and a flailing fist hits me square in the eye.
“Savannah, baby, wake up. Savannah, wake the fuck up,” I scream out of pure desperation. “You’re having a dream. It’s not real. This is Declan. I’m here, baby girl.”
Savannah’s eyes jolt open and widen in surprise. Her hair is wet and stuck to her forehead. Her clothes are saturated with sweat. “Declan? Declan?”
As I hold Savannah tightly in my arms, I feel her trembling body gradually start to relax. The adrenaline coursing through my veins slowly subsides, but the fear still lingers in the air. Her heart pounds chaotically against her chest, and I can hear the rapid breaths escaping her lips. I gently stroke her damp hair, trying to provide some comfort amidst the lingering terror of her nightmare. With every word I speak, I try to remind her she’s safe, that I am here to protect her from the demons that once tormented her.
“It’s okay, baby girl,” I whisper, my voice filled with tenderness. “I’m here. I’m here, and I’ve got you. He’s never going to hurt you again.” The words carry a weight of promise, a vow to shield her from any harm that may come her way. I hold her tightly, offering her the security and comfort we both desperately need.
Slowly, the tension in Savannah’s body eases. Her racing heartbeat slows down, gradually aligning with my rhythm. The fear in her eyes fades, replaced by a glimmer of shame and embarrassment. In this moment, as I cradle her fragile form, I know I will do whatever it takes to keep her safe and free from Derek fucking Anderson. He’s a fucking monster, and he’s never touching my girls again.
I’m seething with rage at what that asshole has done to a woman who he was supposed to love and protect. A surge of protectiveness rushes through me as I try to hide my anger from Savannah. She doesn’t need a raving lunatic right now; I’ve got to make her needs my priority. Allowing my anger to take a back seat, I mask the turmoil I’m feeling and give her a reassuring half smile. Hopefully, she can’t tell that it’s not genuine.
Savannah sits up, placing her small, soft hand along my cheek. “My God, I’m so sorry.” Her other hand flies to her open mouth, covering it. Her hand feels warm and comforting, but the impact of her words is overwhelming, like a tidal wave. The tremor in her fingers betrays the genuine anguish radiating from her. A glimmer of regret shimmers in her eyes as more tears threatened to spill.
“I can’t believe I did this to you,” she exclaims, her voice filled with regret. “I’m no better than he is.” As she utters the words, “I hurt you,” a wave of guilt washes over her.
Standing, I simply watch her, unsure about what’s happening.
“I am so sorry, Declan. I promise I’ll leave and won’t ever bother you again.” Her voice quivers.
“Savannah, baby, I don’t understand. What’s happening right now?” I can feel a knot forming in my stomach.
She looks at me with wide eyes. “Declan, go into the bathroom and look in the mirror.” Tears cascade down her cheeks and she’s sniffling. Her lips tremble as she tries to catch her breath.
I walk into the bathroom and stand in front of the mirror, searching for any clues as to why she’s so upset. Traces of fingernails and streaks of blood mar the surface of my neck and shoulders. The pain in my cheek intensifies, and I can see the discoloration spreading, implying the onset of a bruise. In the mirror, I catch sight of her standing behind me, her face frozen in a state of absolute dread .
“I’m evil. Look at how bad I’ve hurt you, just like Derek hurt me.” Savannah’s voice cracks with desperation.
Frustration surges through me as I angrily shake my head, forcefully denying Savannah’s claim. “No, this isn’t the same, baby! Don’t you dare say that!”
I tightly grasp both of her arms, my knuckles turning white as I desperately pull her into my embrace, fearing she will try to leave me. “You didn’t do this intentionally. You were terrified and unconscious. This isn’t the same thing.” Frustration drips from my voice.
“How can I expect to spend time with my daughter when I lose control like this? I’m clearly unhinged. Being around me puts her in danger,” she cries.
“Stop it,” I command, giving her a shake to get her attention, my voice laden with determination. “You are the best mother I’ve ever seen and have sacrificed everything for that little girl. I never want to hear you say these things about yourself again.” My words come out angrier than I mean for them to.
A tear streams down her cheek, and she gives me a small nod.
“You’re going to be an amazing mother to our children.”
“Declan, I’m not planning on having more kids.”
“You don’t want more children?” As my mind processes the implications of not having children with Savannah, a knot forms in my stomach. That’s not an option. I need her to carry my baby inside of her.
“It’s not about wanting them; it’s that I can’t justify bringing kids into the chaos of my life. Kenzi’s missing out on a normal childhood because I work extra shifts just to provide her with basic needs.”
Deciding arguing with her is fruitless in the state that she’s in, I take the conversation in a different direction. Taking her trembling hands into mine, I speak gently, “So, if you could have them, how many kids would you have? What size family would you want?”
“I always thought I would have a large family and as many kids as I could financially support. That way, they won’t ever be alone like I was growing up.”
“Baby, you won’t ever be alone again.” I caress her soft shoulders.
Savannah nods, but I know she doesn’t believe me. I’m all in, and she will come to accept that at some point. When I have my ring on her finger and my baby in her belly, maybe then she’ll understand that I’m not going anywhere, and neither is she.
“Do you want to talk about what triggered your nightmare tonight? Did I trigger it?”
“No, of course not, Declan. I’m just fucked up. ”
“But this is the first time you’ve been with someone since your husband?”
“This was the first time I’ve ever had sex with anyone willingly.” Her cheeks heat at her admission.
“You mean to tell me that son of a bitch raped you when he took your virginity?” Rage slithers over my skin. My jaw ticks as I try to not break everything in my path.
Tears well up in her eyes as she struggles to hold back the flood of painful memories. Her hands tremble uncontrollably, the physical manifestation of the deep-rooted fear and trauma that haunts her every day. The weight of her past seems to bear down on her, causing her entire body to tense up.
My heart sinks as I witness the pain that my question inflicts on her. I reach out, gently placing a hand on her quivering shoulder, offering a small gesture of comfort and support. Only the sound of her shallow breaths breaks the almost suffocating silence that envelops the room.
The intensity of the moment hangs heavy in the air, as if the weight of her confession has momentarily paralyzed us both. The anguish etched on her face is a painful reminder of the horrors she has endured. It leaves me with an overwhelming mix of emotions—anger, sorrow, and an indescribable desire to protect and heal her .
With great effort, she composes herself, wiping away the tears that stain her cheeks. Her voice trembles, filled with a combination of vulnerability and determination as she continues, “I never wanted it to happen, but he took away my choice.”
My grip tightens slightly as a mix of empathy and anger surges through me. I struggle to find the right words, wanting to offer solace but realizing that nothing I say can erase the pain she has endured. In this moment, all I can do is be here for her, to listen and support her, and resolve to give her the life that she deserves.
When the time comes, I’m going to kill Derek Anderson, and even though I’ve never taken a life before, I will gladly take his. Savannah interrupts my thoughts.
“This wasn’t because of anything that you did. I have nightmares most nights. I admit this one was worse than most, but it’s just because I told you things I’ve never said out loud before. It’s like opening a wound by talking about it.”
Sun streams through the window, telling us it’s time to get ready for the day. “Let’s grab a shower and then we can go get our girl.”
“Our girl?”
“Damn right she’s mine, too. You two are a package deal. Why wouldn’t I love the little girl who is a carbon copy of the woman who owns my heart?”
Savannah looks stunned. I don’t understand why me showing kindness and love towards her three-year-old is so shocking, but I meant what I said. Kenzi will be my daughter, and I’m going to treat her just like she’s my blood.
Well, and I did just tell her I loved them without actually saying I loved them. Honestly, I want to shout it from the rooftops, but she’s not ready yet.
Pulling Savannah by the hand, we go to get a shower. As I turn on the water and go through the process of finding the perfect temperature and washing her gorgeous body from top to bottom, Savannah just watches me. I wish I could tell what she’s thinking. She’s calm and finally not crying, so I take that as a good sign.
As I turn to rinse the soap off myself, I see Savannah perched on her knees, on the floor of a shower. “What are you doing?”
“I’ve sobbed and told you my horror story, but I never thanked you for what you gave me last night.”
Confusion dances across my face until it sinks in what she’s saying. “Thanking me? Baby, you don’t thank a man for giving you dick. You make him kneel for you because you were the one who gave me a gift last night. You gave me your trust and your body. I hope, one day, you’ll give me your heart, because you already own mine. ”
She blushes at my admission.
“Declan, I meant thank you for showing me that sex can be enjoyable. Derek never cared if I enjoyed it, and I never did with him. In fact, it was painful most of the time and not in a good way. You gave me more pleasure than I knew existed, and now, I want to give you that pleasure back,” she explains.
Just hearing about her being with another man sends my blood pressure skyrocketing, but then she does something that distracts me from my jealousy. She gently wraps her hand around my erect shaft, running her fingers along its length, causing me to shiver with pleasure. Pressing her soft lips against the sensitive tip, she plants a tender kiss. I brace myself against the cool tile wall with one hand, while the other firmly grasps her silky hair. As she takes more of me into her warm, wet mouth, a low, gravelly groan escapes my lips, resonating with the intensity of my desire. The ache and throbbing in my core intensify, causing me to leak even more precum.
“You taste delicious,” she murmurs, her words sending another shiver down my spine. Allowing my head to fall back, I give in to the overwhelming sensations her tongue elicits, surrendering to the pleasure that Savannah gives freely.
The sight of her moving her head back and forth, sucking harder, fills me with desire. As she chokes, the sound of her struggle only intensifies my arousal. Unable to resist, I push my cock deeper into her throat, feeling tightness and warmth engulf me. Savannah gags, and I quickly withdraw, allowing her to catch her breath. Tears stream down her face; however, these are a mix of pleasure and discomfort. Out of all the tears she’s cried tonight, these are the most beautiful.
Water is still running down my back from the shower. I push back and fuck her throat, feeling the electrifying intensity of her touch, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through my body. With each movement, she brings me closer to the edge of bliss. Lost in the euphoria she creates, I reluctantly push her away, breaking the suction with a popping sound. Lifting her up, I kiss her passionately, pressing her against the wall of the shower. She wraps her legs around my waist, her wetness clear. It’s not just from the water; she’s slick with desire.
“I’m going to fill you up with cum, and you are going to take every drop. Take everything I give you.” Growling, I shove inside of her in one stroke, and she hisses loudly, a mix of pleasure and pain. Like a feral animal, I fuck Savannah hard against the shower wall. Knowing I’m already about to come, I reach down between us and press her clit, rubbing it to make sure she comes before I do. I thrust into her hard and pull out, ramming back in. With each thrust I growl, “Mine.” Thrust. “Mine.” Trying to get as deep inside of her as I possibly can. In response, she clenches around me, her moans echoing off the walls of the shower stall.
Sensing my impending release, I thrust even harder, aiming to come as deep inside her as I can. The need for her to bear my child consumes me, binding us together in every conceivable way. Savannah wants a large family, and I am determined to give her one.
Soon, hot streams of come shoot out of my cock and into her. Spraying my seed all over the inside walls of her pussy is like a balm to my soul. Knowing that she could get pregnant with my baby any day now makes it even better. As more cum spurts out, I push into her deeper as I stare intensely into her eyes. Crashing my lips into her, I kiss her hard until we are both breathless.
Gently taking her hand and stepping out of the shower, I wrap a large fluffy towel around Savannah, before carrying her to my bed and laying her down. I pull the towel off her as I do.
“Declan, what are we doing? I’ve got to get dressed.”
“In a few minutes.”
Laying down beside her, I stare at her gorgeous face as I stroke my hand across her abdomen and imagine her body swollen. Her belly round and her tits full of milk. I can’t wait to taste it leaking out of her tits. Just thinking about Savannah being pregnant has made my dick rock hard again .
The stretch marks she already has from having Kenzi are so beautiful. I can’t wait to see more from having another baby. They are stripes of courage and sacrifice. Making another human is fascinating and so fucking sexy. God, I want to fuck her again already.
I watch as my cum leaks from her bare pussy. Her little pink center is swollen from the hard fucking I gave her last night and just now, in the shower.
Running my hands down between Savannah’s legs, I scoop my cum up and push it back inside of her.
“Declan, what are you doing?”
“You aren’t wasting a drop of my cum. I want it all inside of you. Maybe I’ll fuck you every morning and plug your pussy, so you have me inside all day. Are you sore?”
“Yes, I am sore, actually. I’m sorry.” She looks away as if she doesn’t have the right to admit how she’s feeling.
Grabbing her cheeks, I turn her head until she’s looking at me. “Baby, you are to always tell me when you are sore, tired, or just don’t want to be fucked. I want you more than anything, but only if you want it, too.”
“I’m sorry. I’m so used to not having a choice, it’s a hard habit to break.”
“And you don’t have to apologize to me or anyone else. You do that a lot, and I want you to know you don’t owe anyone anything.” Kissing her softly, the sides of her mouth tip up. Her smile is even more beautiful now that she’s mine.
Reaching down, my fingers glide through the warm, wet fluid that has escaped from her pussy. With a gentle scoop, I guide the essence back inside her, ensuring she receives what we both crave. Another baby. “Mine.”
It’s a delicate balance between offering her a choice and taking charge. I refuse to subject her to the horrors she’s endured before, but I will assert my dominance and provide what she truly desires. She belongs to me now, and I’m going to do everything to keep her and make her happy.
Stepping out of bed, I make my way to the closet, the soft carpet beneath my feet cushioning each step. The faint scent of fabric softener and our body wash fill the air as I select our attire for the day.
Selecting a delicate pair of light blue lace panties, I swiftly reach for the matching bra. “Put these on, baby,” I whisper, my voice filled with longing. As I make my way back to the closet, I can’t help but feel a pang in my chest. I’m missing our Kenzi. As much as I know my mom is taking good care of her, we both miss her.
With a renewed sense of urgency, I select a soft, light blue T-shirt and feel its smooth fabric against my fingertips. I grab a pair of sleek black leggings, their snugness clear as I hold them up. I place them gently on the bed. Given that we will walk a lot today, I hope they’ll be comfortable. Finally, I retrieve a pair of athletic shoes, their rubber soles making a faint squeak as I set them down. I’m filled with nervous anticipation about spending the day with my girls as a family.
After placing the clothes in front of her, I look up and see Savannah’s face. It looks like she’s angry, and that’s the moment I realize my mistake.