Chapter 37 – ferrin
FERRIN
“Ineed to fuck you so hard and in so many ways that if I start now, you won’t leave this room for the next month.”
She moans and rocks into me.
This was never part of the agreement. And it will cost me.
I’ll have to barter or possibly beg, but whatever.
I told the prince and the king that I wanted to see her.
That I had to see her. That’s all I was going to do.
I was going to stand at the end of the hall, catch a glimpse, ensure she was alive and okay, then leave.
I made that deal.
It was no shock that they didn’t exactly want me as their sister’s guy.
It didn’t make a lot of sense either. It was like I told the prince.
I just met her. The way I need her after such a short time scares the ever-loving shit out of me.
It’s abnormal. The way she affects my brain and my body has me in a complete chokehold.
But sense or not, it doesn’t change the reality.
I turned down their money. I don’t care about their terms.
I was going to walk away from here and… I don’t know.
I hadn’t gotten that far. Every time I attempted to think about it, my mind circled back to her.
She is everything I never imagined. Everything I never cared about or even wanted.
Nothing I believed in. She’s all the things, and by some miracle, she wants me.
She could decide in a week or six months that she has changed her mind.
But for now…
I work the shirt over her cast, my lips never straying far from hers.
I’m caked in grime, blood, and pond water. They gave me fresh clothes, but fuck, the thought of a shower is about to make me come as hard as she will. I’m also in some pain. The drugs are wearing off, and I wonder if she is too. I pull back, breaking the kiss and raggedly drawing in air.
“Are you in pain?” The hospital did a good job cleaning her up. Her face is still all bruised, but her cuts are bandaged nicely, and it looks like they glued up the large cut on her face.
“I’m okay. Are you?”
“Nothing I can’t manage.”
I remove the sling, and she helps me gingerly remove my shirt. I have stitches on both the front and back of my shoulder, and she gasps when she sees them. “Jesus, Ferrin.”
“I was lucky. A few centimeters lower and it would have gotten my heart or nicked my lung.”
I take her casted arm in my hand and twist it around so I can kiss her fingertips that are poking through the plaster. “How’d this happen?”
She shakes her head. “Not now. Later, okay?”
I nod. I get it.
I take her straight to the shower, working to strip her out of her clothes.
I’m a mess, and she is too. I cover her cast with a plastic bag and start the shower.
I can’t lift her up. I can’t hold her weight.
If she were attacked right now, I have no clue how I’d defend her.
We both need time to heal. Time to figure this all out.
Do I stay here through that? Is it even an option? This is a royal palace. I’m more or less a street kid. I can’t just move in here. But on the flip side, I don’t think I can leave her again.
We both groan in pleasure at the feel of the hot water.
I take the soap in my good hand and rub it all over her body, creating lather and touching her soft skin.
She washes me in return, both of us clumsy and one-handed.
It makes us laugh, but when my hand slides down her belly to her cunt, that laugh turns to a sigh.
I need to fuck her gently when gentle is the last thing I want to be right now.
I take her mouth again and walk her until her back hits the wall. Her arms encircle my neck, her cast heavy and the plastic scratchy, but I don’t care. I lift her left leg up my hip and rock into her, sliding my cock along her pussy.
She shakes, her chest heaving as she holds me against her, kissing me as hard as I’m kissing her.
My hand replaces my cock, and I rub her, swirling two fingers around her clit before I slide them down and push inside of her.
We both groan at the feel. Me at how hot and tight and wet she is.
Her at how deep I go in, how I stretch her so perfectly and rub her front wall, knowing exactly how she likes it.
She’s mine. Mine to command. Mine to protect. Mine to worship.
Her hand grips my cock, and Christ, she knows how to make me see fucking stars.
She strokes and squeezes while licking my lips and playing with my tongue.
I pump into her hand as my fingers pump into her cunt.
I want to see her pleasure. I want to watch as she loses her mind.
Only I get to touch her. Only I get to feel this.
The way I crave her makes me ache.
I’d die for this woman. Give her anything I had. She owns me, body and soul.
I slink down her neck to her breasts. I can’t use my left hand to cup it, and it pisses me off.
I flick my tongue over her nipples until she sighs for me.
My cock strains in her hand, and I nearly come when she pumps me and moans.
I want her to come, but I want to be inside her and feel her come.
As if having the same thought, she guides me toward her entrance until my cock nudges against my fingers.
I slip them from her and paint her nipples with her arousal before I suck it straight off them. My cock throbs, and I’m lost. I straighten my spine, stare into her eyes, and slip straight inside of her.
“We need to figure out birth control,” I manage, though it’s a feat given how good she fucking feels.
“I’ll never be able to wear a condom with you.
It’s always going to be like this, and I’ll get you pregnant…
” I trail off because not only is the rest of it self-explanatory, but my dick surges once again, harder than fucking steel.
It makes no sense, and yet it also makes me rabid.
Maybe all of that wouldn’t be so bad with my princess. If it’s what she wants, I’ll give her that. I’ll give her anything I can.
“I liked it when you came on me,” she says breathlessly as she angles her back and opens herself up for me. I hold onto her hip with my good hand and push harder into her before I slowly pull out and do it again. Hard thrust then slow drag. Making sure she takes every inch.
“Baby, I’m going to be coming on you a lot. But I need to come in you now. I need to feel all of you. I can’t pull out. It’s you and me right now, and we’re going to come together like this.”
I want to touch her hair. I want to touch her everywhere, and I can’t, and it’s killing me.
“And if I get pregnant?”
My heart races, and I lick the seam of her lips. “Then he or she better have your smile.”
The angle is fucked, and I pull out of her and spin her around before I push back into her.
Her casted arm goes above her head, and she slides her face so I can still kiss her.
My hand comes around her, and I press down on the top of her mound, adding pressure to her clit while I drive into her, rocking and pushing more than fucking.
“Oh!”
Yeah, I bet she’s feeling that.
“More,” she pleads against my lips. “I want more.”
“You’re a fucking goddess.”
I grip her and start to pump harder, faster, keeping my rhythm even and deep but giving it to her. She can take it. She can do anything. She’s the most incredible person I’ve ever met. Not just the most incredible woman.
Her broken arm stays above her head, and her other is pressed into the shower wall for leverage.
“Ferrin.” My name is a gasp. A whisper. I’m already lightheaded, and it doesn’t surprise me. I bet she is too.
“Tonight I’m going to fuck you in your princess bed, and I’m going to eat your cunt for hours.”
I groan at the thought. Her pussy grips my cock, sucking on it, holding it in tight.
She is so swollen and hot. I pick up my pace and start to pound her.
I can tell when my girl is getting close, and she is.
Her chin is tilted up, her eyes are closed, and her cheeks are the stunning shade of pink.
She bites her lip, and I do too, our teeth clashing.
“That’s it, princess. Take it. Take all of me.”
I give her a hard thrust, making her cry out. I kiss her everywhere. Her face and forehead and the edge of her mouth. I bite her too, feral and uncontained. Her cheek and chin and down her throat. I bite her shoulder as I drive into her, my movements growing savage.
I’m so fucking deep in her, but no matter how hard I pound or how deep I go, it never feels like enough. I always want to be deeper, more inside her.
“Look at me,” I demand. “Look at me when I fuck you.”
I push down harder right above her pussy. I’m not rubbing her clit, but I’m making her feel it. I’m pushing it back into her body where my cock is pounding her. I kick her legs together to make the fit even tighter, to have her cunt grip me until all she knows is this.
She’s slick and wet, but fuck, it’s still such a brutal fit. One I have to work at to make sure all of me fills her up.
“No one will touch you. Not ever. It’s only ever going to be me.”
“Yes,” she gasps.
“Mine,” I grunt. “Mine!” This cunt, this body, even her fucking heart. All fucking mine.
I bite her shoulder again, only to wince. She has enough markings, and once again, I have to remind myself to be gentle with her. It’s so easy to get lost in this. In the insane, consuming way I need to possess her.
I’m not a good man. I’ve always known it, and I didn’t care.
It’s a part of me—selfish and angry. I never wanted to be anything else.
With her, I’m better. It’s not even something I have to pretend or try for.
It’s natural. She knows who I am and wants me anyway.
It’s more than I’ve ever had, and it binds me to her.
My soul will forever belong to the princess of Messalina.
Her hips move against mine, undulating and making us both breathless. Her ass bounces against me as her movements become erratic. Her cunt grows so tight, so fucking tight, and I can’t… I’m done for. I can’t hold off. It’s too fucking good.
“Ohh!” she cries and falls backward so her head is against my chest as her orgasm sweeps through her. She rides me, grinding down on my dick.
“Holy fuck, Desta.” I push harder on pussy and drive into her, thrusting two more times before I still and spill into her. A painful shudder twists deep in my bones as I throb and pulse.
She moans and clings tighter to me. I cup her jaw in my hand as best I can since this arm isn’t great and kiss her, staying inside of her, never wanting to leave.
We stay like this for I don’t even know how long.
I hold her and kiss her and gently rock into her, pushing my cum in, keeping it inside.
I’m so fucking reckless, but I don’t care, and she doesn’t seem to either.
I’m starting to get hard again, and I force myself to pull out of her.
Awkwardly, we finish washing ourselves, and once we’re done, we leave the bathroom. She climbs into a pair of soft pants, a T-shirt, and a sweatshirt. “This feels like the wrong outfit to meet a king and a prince in, but I don’t think I can manage much else.”
“Maybe see if there’s a ball gown in your closet.”
She snorts. “That would be the perfect piece to match my cast and bruises.”
“Is that why you went with a purple cast?” I tease as I put back on my sling. “I assumed you did it because it’s your favorite color.” I hate wearing this thing, but it helps with the pain, so I’ll endure it for now.
“Ha. So funny.”
I follow her as she goes back into the bathroom to brush her hair.
They have everything here for her and got it all together in mere hours.
Impressive doesn’t cover it. She sits at the dressing table, and I stand behind her, leaning my good side into the wall as I watch her reflection in the mirror.
“Nervous or excited?”
“Both,” she admits. “But honestly, all this aside, there’s still so much to figure out.”
“What happened after Sven took you?”
She glances down. “I don’t remember. He drugged me.
I woke up this morning at the cottage. I feel like I dreamed some weird stuff, but it’s fuzzy and doesn’t come together at all.
Even memories after I woke up are off and partially faded.
” She sets the brush down and stares at her reflection.
“I brought danger down on you. I’m likely bringing danger to this palace and this family. What if I’m the curse?”
I shake my head. “You’re not. If the curse is real, you’re part of what’s happened to this family. But you’re here. You’re alive.”
“For now. I felt like Antonia was going to kill me. She said she wasn’t, but it was inside me like an instinct.
I just knew I had to escape. At the very least, I knew she’d keep me locked up at the cottage.
I tied the bedsheets together and climbed out the window, but Antonia found me and tried to reel me back in.
I ended up slipping and falling.” She holds up her cast.
I kiss the top of her head. “You’re the bravest woman I’ve ever met.”
“I was terrified.” She laughs lightly, but there’s no humor in it.
“And now? Are you still scared?”
She shakes her head. “Not at this moment, no. I feel as I did on the beach.”
I run my hand along her cheek. “Tonight, you can fall asleep on a comfortable bed in clean clothes with no fresh bruises, cuts, or breaks. No blood. And there are hundreds of guards in this building who will keep you safe. Never thought I’d ever feel relief at having the royal guard outside my door, but hey, first time for everything. ”
I get a wry smile. “Do they know about your criminal past?”
“They know everything except my real name. They also took the necklace back.”
She blinks at me. “Your retirement.”
I shrug. “I’ll figure something else out. I always do.”
A frown tugs down her lips, and she dips her head to hide it.
I’m here, and I’m with her, and I don’t see myself leaving.
But… I can’t live off her either. I’ve got nothing to offer her.
Sooner or later, she’ll figure that out.
Sooner or later, this will end. Our worlds don’t align.
Nothing about us does other than this inexplicable current that runs between us.
It’s tethering and impossible to ignore.
I’ve never felt connected to anything, always transient, but I feel her in the fibers of my muscles.
She’s oxygen on my cells, breathing life to my organs, and pumping through my heart.
I should leave because staying is impossible.
Rhys Stephan is always running, but maybe Ferrin Morgan doesn’t have to for once.
“There’s too much going on for you to leave,” she says as if reading my mind.
“Then it’s a good thing I don’t plan to. Not until you ask me to.”
“And if I never do that?” she challenges.
I kiss her forehead. “Then we’ll have a lot to figure out. But I was going to retire anyway, so perhaps it’s time for a new plan for myself. For now, the king and prince are waiting to meet their sister. Are you ready?”