Chapter 15 #2
Because Maya felt a deep connection to the man who had carried her out of her cage and to freedom for the first time in thirteen years.
It wasn't just that he’d saved her, it was that he’d been gentle with her from the very beginning.
Even when she didn't understand who he was, when she didn't believe what he told her, when she was trapped inside her own terror, Thunder had been there.
Treating her with kindness and respect, with a reverence she wasn't sure she’d ever feel like she deserved.
Aftershocks continued to ripple through her body as she blinked heavy-lidded eyes and shifted so she was up on her knees, crawling toward this mesmerizing man. The way he looked at her … it was intoxicating … addicting.
How was she supposed to ever walk away from him?
Did she have to?
He seemed to want her to stick around, after all, he’d told her that when she gave herself to him, it was a forever thing.
Told her that he wanted to give her all of himself.
Then he’d been stupid and told her it wasn't much when really it was absolutely everything and more than she had ever hoped for, wished for, and thought would never be hers.
“Don’t say you're not enough again,” she told him as she straddled his massive thighs. “I don’t like it.”
“Got that from your cute little growl,” he teased as he hauled her closer, but she caught the joy in his eyes and knew he hadn't expected her to feel that way about him.
Obviously, she wasn't the only one with insecurities, and it helped a lot to know that a man like Thunder—big, strong, confident, sure of himself, a wall of muscle, capable of defending himself—suffered from doubts too.
Not that she wanted him to doubt himself, but it made her feel not so isolated and alone.
“I hated the word cute after I was sold,” she admitted as she reached for the thick, hard length jutting out from his body.
It was still weird to hear her own voice out loud instead of inside her head, and talking about her past when she was about to make love to this man was also weird, but she needed to talk about it and hoped Thunder understood that.
“Because I was young and a virgin, they really played up the cute little girl thing.”
“Hate that you went through that, babydoll. Makes me feel all sorts of murderous.”
Which was exactly why she felt safe with Thunder. While he would never turn those murderous thoughts on her, he would tear to pieces with his bare hands anything that tried to hurt her.
“Thank you,” she murmured, leaning forward and pressing her lips to his as she released his massive erection from inside his sweatpants.
It was so big, so thick, and even though she knew what it felt like inside her, this was different.
This wasn't quieting the storms raging through her mind in the only way she knew how, it was experiencing something normal, even though she was anything but.
This wasn't her first time touching a penis, she’d touched way more of them in her twenty-seven years than she wanted to.
But this was the first time she was free to explore, go at her own pace, and actually enjoy what she was doing rather than just following the orders she was given so she wasn't punished.
While she played with his length, Thunder once again made love to her with his mouth. As soon as his tongue nudged her lips, she opened to him, letting him take what he wanted from her but meeting him with her own tongue. Taking part in building her own pleasure, not just giving it out.
The more her fingers traced his length, stroked it, enjoyed the way it jerked at her touch, the wetter she got.
The needier she got. Maya had never experienced desire like this.
She’d been too young before she was sold, and everything after that was like being a prisoner trapped inside her own body, forced to let it be used against her will.
When she couldn’t stand it any longer, she lifted her hips, soaked in the feel of his tip nudging her entrance, then sank down slightly, taking that first inch inside her.
The burn as his huge size stretched her only fueled the fires of desire burning bright through her body, and she wondered if she’d always need a small amount of pain to be able to come.
Maybe she hated every thing that had been done to her over the past thirteen years, but it was a long time for her body to be conditioned to expect certain things.
Thunder’s lips never left hers, but she felt his fingers dig into her hips as she took another inch of him and knew he was doing his best to hold off his own release until she was ready. It only made her fall a little bit further in love with him.
Love should be the furthest thing from her mind, and she absolutely knew her feelings had been born from the fact that he saved her, but she didn't care.
She was falling for him, and this home he had built with his teammates and their partners was exactly the kind of place where she could see herself building a life.
A happy life.
A peaceful life.
A life filled with special moments just like this one.
A treehouse was the craziest place to give someone her real first time, but Maya couldn’t think of anywhere she’d rather be.
The cold air felt delightful against her overheated skin, tempering the fires of lust. The trees swayed gently in the breeze, and the dark sky littered with stars reminded her that she was free now, and the man beneath her was utter perfection.
Taking another inch of him, Maya moaned into his mouth when one of his hands ghosted along her ribcage before settling on her breast. He teased her nipple, pinching it just hard enough to draw another moan from her without causing any meaningful pain.
Those nimble fingers of his continued to play with her, rolling her nipple, then tweaking it, before kneading the mound of her breast.
With her fingers clutching Thunder’s shoulders, she sank the rest of the way so he was buried deep inside her. Deep enough that it felt like he was imprinting on her very soul.
Unhurried, wanting this moment to last forever, Maya began to move slowly, lifting herself up a little before sinking down once again. With each movement, she angled her hips so he brushed at a different spot inside her.
When she got one that sent mini starbursts dancing before her eyes, she cried out, and the sound was like a match that snapped Thunder’s control and set him alight.
“That’s right, babydoll, let me hear you scream. Give me all of your pleasure, give me all of you,” he ordered as he peppered kisses to the pulse points in her neck. His hands slipped between where their bodies were joined, finding her swollen bud and taking it between his fingers.
The little bundle of nerves was already oversensitive from the ministrations of his lips earlier, and she moaned as more fireworks sparked inside her.
“Don’t hold back, babydoll, let the entire world know that you deserve to be heard, that you won't ever be silenced again.”
His words spurred on her growing orgasm every bit as much as his talented fingers, and the near frantic way he thrust into her, bumping that magical spot inside her that soon had her vision blurring as indescribable pleasure exploded through her system, not leaving a single atom of her body untouched.
Thunder came too. She felt him jerk inside her, his release spurting into her and reminding her they hadn't used a condom. Not that it mattered, though she shouldn’t have gotten so carried away.
She hadn't reassured him that Master gave her a birth control shot, and regularly bragged to her that she should be glad her owner cared enough to remain clean so he didn't infect her with anything.
She’d tell him later.
After.
Because right now, all Maya could do was sink against Thunder’s sturdy chest as little aftershocks continued to rock her system.
“Thank you,” he murmured, his lips still against her skin.
“I should be the one saying that to you,” she murmured back, somewhat sleepily, her body drained from the back-to-back, mind-blowing orgasms. “Can you hold me for a while?” she asked, not ready to leave the security of Thunder’s embrace any time soon.
“Try to stop me, babydoll.”
Shifting their position so they were lying down, Thunder on his back, her draped across his chest, his softening length still buried inside her, Maya snuggled closer.
It seemed too much to hope that this could really be her life, her future, that something wouldn't happen to snatch her dreams away from her and thrust her back into the darkness.
But she couldn’t let herself forget, no matter how badly she wanted to, no matter how perfect this moment was, that Master was still out there, and as long as he was, neither she, nor Thunder, nor any of the other members of his team would ever truly be safe.
Which left her dreams hanging by one very precarious thread.