Chapter 11
Saint
Holding back from exploring Lake’s body was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I trust she knows what her body tells her, and I understand that while she’s curious, the memories can be vicious in their takeover of her mind and body.
Patience has never been a strength, but for now, it’s become my best friend where she’s concerned.
Which is where I find myself in the middle of the night—a wicked wind blowing outside the cabin, firelight in the corner, and Lake wrapped around me as though she’ll never let go.
A position I’m gladly in, until she’s jolted awake, panicked, and sobbing uncontrollably.
“Sshhh, sweet haven, you’re safe. Nobody is going to hurt you while I’m around.” It takes a few minutes before my comforting words penetrate her fearful mind.
“I hate it,” she says, her voice cracking. “I hate that they still have so much control over me.”
Rolling us over so my body settles against hers, it’s nearly impossible to ignore the liquid heat between her thighs where my cock rests. “Then maybe we make new memories at those times.” At that suggestion, her eyes meet mine, reflecting flickering firelight.
“How?” she squeaks, realizing that we’re both naked and pressed intimately together. It would be amusing if I weren’t trying to withhold coming all over her cunt.
“Any way you’d like.”
Leaning forward, I press a kiss to the side of her mouth and another further down her jaw until reaching her neck and the rapidly beating pulse.
With a lick across the juicy vein, her hands grip my shoulder, nails digging in as she turns her head to the side, granting me the access I silently request.
“I don’t know what I’d like, though, Saint.” Breathless, her back arches, telling me what she wants.
“Your body knows.” My breath puffs along her skin as I begin to kiss lower. To her collarbone, between her breasts. The tip of her nipples tempts me, and I flick my tongue out for a taste, her erotic cry, music to my ears. “She knows just what she wants.”
Darting my eyes up to meet hers as my lips wrap around her nipple and suck, her eyes close, and I’m lost to the sensation of my mouth on her body.
Lake has been mine since the day she was born, but that claim has transformed in many ways over the years until I realized that she was meant to become my entire future.
Her hands whisk through my short hair, nails scraping my scalp as she writhes silently beneath me, afraid to ask for more. I follow her cues and slip to her other nipple, lavishing it with the same treatment. Her little gasps and sweet moans reveal what she likes and desires more of.
“So soft, smooth, sweet.” Whispering those words across her flesh rewards me with a soft cry of my name. “I could very easily become addicted to the way you feel under me.”
“Saint, please,” she sobs. I glance up to see how she’s doing, and her smile has me continuing on.
Kissing down her trim stomach, I force the anger aside as my lips encounter the raised scars. One day, she’ll tell me what they did to leave them, but tonight is all about her pleasure.
Molding my hands around her sensitive tits, I nip at her belly button before dragging my tongue across the soft opening, remembering when she had it pierced and how pissed Luther was.
“Ever think of piercing it again?”
She frowns, her confusion showing until I lick her again.
“I don’t know. Dad hated it.” He’d made her remove it within days of getting it done. “He would have beat your ass if he knew you were the one who took me.”
She blesses me with a light, carefree laugh that I haven’t heard in so fucking long. I nearly come from the sound of it.
Nuzzling my beard against her skin, my chest swells with pride from the red marks left behind. I want my mark on her, want the world to know who she belongs to now.
“He’d have tried. Wouldn’t have gotten far.” Even that young, I was a beast fresh out of military training. Luther was older. If he’d won, it would have been at my allowance.
“Do you think tattoos would cover the scars?” she asks, the usual hurt missing when speaking about her body, replaced by curiosity for once.
“Yes. I happen to know someone, too.”
She nods but asks nothing more. She likely needs time to think about it.
Needing to distract her, I kiss down her body, my beard scratching at her clit, causing her to shiver and gasp in my hold.
With a deep inhale, I close my eyes in pleasure.
She smells like melons, ripe for the eating, so I nibble all around her pelvis, up to her hip bones, then down her thighs to her knees.
Wanting her to beg and writhe for my touch.
I want Lake so lost in her craving for more that her past has no chance of intrusion.
“You’re teasing,” she whispers, but doesn’t sound frustrated.
“Do you like it?” I already know the answer, but Lake needs to become aware of her wants, needs, and likes.
“Yes. Yes, I think I do.” Propping up on her elbows, her eyes fixate on where my mouth hovers over the small tuft of hair hiding her pussy lips from me. “Do you?” Her bravery never ceases to amaze me.
“I like everything when it comes to you.” My dick especially likes that my face is so damn close to where, one day, it’ll find a home.
“But I have to tell you…” Groaning, I reach down to squeeze my shaft until it hurts as my balls tingle and throb, spurting semen up the thick stalk pulsing in my palm.
“You make me need to come so fucking bad.”
“Will you?” She slaps a hand across her lips as she realizes what she asked. “On me.” I don’t miss the mumbled words.
Raising to my knees, she spreads her legs wider than should be legal, and the dewy lips part for me, revealing her slick hole. Soaked, leaking, and waiting for me to take.
“Are you sure?” I groan, squeezing harder, my balls growing heavier with the delay of release.
Biting her lip, Lake holds my stare and says, “I trust you, Saint.”
My dick explodes without permission, covering her belly in load after load of sticky white cream. My first time coming with the girl of my dreams.
Groaning, my muscles violently jerk as the pleasure of climax thunders through me.
I hunch my back, trying to remain upright to avoid squishing her body.
Our eyes remain glued to each other, and when her hips lift, the tip of my dick brushes against her warm center, releasing another torrent of semen, this time landing on her pussy.
“Ah, fuck, Lake, my sweetest haven. You have no fucking clue just what you do to me.” Dropping to her side, my body exhausted and replete, I cover my eyes with one hand as the other one reaches for her.
“Come here,” I say, gripping the back of her head and dragging her body on top of mine, uncaring that my spilled seed makes a mess between us.
Capturing her lips in a heated kiss, my hands move to spread her legs on either side of me, so I feel that soaking wet cunt against my hairy stomach. Rocking her up and down, knowing the bristly hair causes friction against her clit. Her mewls are like my crack. I want more.
A hitch in her breath signals that she’s on the verge of coming too. I need to feel it. I need her cream staining me, mingling in the hairs of my stomach and torso.
“Can you come for me, too, Lake? Will you give me that gift?”
She whimpers, eyes closed and a smile on her lips, but she nods. Raising her up my beefy body, her thighs stretch obscenely so, allowing me the perfect glimpse of her tight snatch while dragging her back and forth across my chest.
Her hands drop behind her, hitting my thighs, and her hair tickles my sensitive cock and balls while I work her like the beautiful piece of candy she is.
Blowing my warm breath across her clit, she cries out, and on the next thrust, comes apart for me.
Body tight and tense as her eyes widen and meet mine.
Fresh tears fall down her cheeks, and I’m alarmed until I notice her lips twitching.
A deep blush whooshes up her body as her creamy good center leaks all over my chest hairs.
I position my legs so that when she drops back down, my thighs catch her. My finger swipes between her folds, and I suck her cream off my finger, nearly coming again. “You taste delicious.”
At my words, her eyes re-open, shyly watching me as I rub her release into my chest hairs.
“That’s dirty.” She covers her mouth to hide the amusement, and for the first time ever, I think she’s finally reached a turning point.
“Every time I have to leave you, you’re rubbing this wonderful cream all over my chest, so everyone knows I belong to the most perfect specimen in the world. Understood?”
She nods and slips down to lie next to me.
This wasn’t how I’d imagined our evening turning out, but I’m not disappointed, and from how she cuddles into my side, I don’t think Lake is either. All I need to do now is convince her to move in with me. To marry me. To let me inside her sweet body.
But first, I must get her home and begin hunting down my prey. Because before expecting any kind of commitment from Lake, she needs to know that nothing and no one can hurt her ever again.