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My throat burns trying to hold back the tears because of his words. “I will kill for you. I will kill to protect you and make sure you are safe. If you could feel how I feel about you, you would never doubt yourself again.”

Is it possible to have a heart attack from feeling too much at once? Because it feels like I’m going to have one. I can’t speak; I’m feeling too much to say anything. Slowly, he gently lifts me up and down on him.

We make love; it’s not hard and fast. It’s all about the way we are feeling about each other.

Our eyes never leave one another’s once, and in this moment, I will never doubt how he feels about me.

It’s time to put the past behind me about feeling unwanted because that is not true anymore.

Because I’m wanted. He proves that to me every day but most of all he loves me. I just need to get out of my head and just accept the fact that I’m my own worst enemy.

We fall apart in a slow yet powerful and intense orgasm. He kisses my forehead, his breathing rapid.

He sets me down onto the floor. My knees buckle slightly, and he catches me before I can fall completely.

I laugh and move to sit on the little seat in the shower. Terror falls to his knees in front of me. “I just can’t wait until the day your belly is swollen.” He touches my stomach like he is envisioning what it would look like.

He takes my bath sponge and fills it with my body wash. I go to take it from him, but he moves my hand out of the way before I can take it.

“Let me.”

He starts at the top of my neck slowly washing me, taking great care to clean me all the way down to my toes. I feel cherished.

I then do the same to him because he deserves to feel the exact same way. He has given me such a beautiful life and I want him to know how much I appreciate him.

I doubted myself.

I kiss him right over his heart and rest my cheek against the spot. “You need to get some sleep. You have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow.” He kisses the top of my head and dries me off before slipping on one of his shirts over my head that reaches my knees.

I put my one knee on the bed, gripping the comforter to climb into bed. “You know, we need a set of those stairs for animals so you can get into bed,” Terror jokes and I spin around gasping.

“You calling me a dog?” I pretend to have a hurt expression on my face and fall into the pillow.

He laughs harder and then goes silent when I don’t join in. I can slightly see him from the edge of the pillow.

The pillow over my face is pulled from my face and I it cover with my hands, going along with it.

“Baby, I didn’t mean anything. It was a joke,” he practically pleads with me. I take my hands off my face and while using my middle finger, I wipe under my eyes.

His mouth opens in shock. “Oh, you’re going to regret that.”

He climbs onto the bed, and I scream with laughter trying to drag myself away from him, but he is too strong.

The shirt I’m wearing is lifted over my head, blinding me and leaving me naked from the waist down.

That’s when I feel teeth on my butt cheek, enough to get my attention but not enough to hurt. I laugh and kick my legs.

“You have the most fantastic ass.” His lips are soft where he kisses the soreness from his bite.

I’m turned around, my breathing coming out in a rush, and I still can’t see. I wrench my shirt down, then I’m on my knees with Terror between my legs. I’m perched above him, if I just squatted down a tiny bit, I would be sitting on his face.

“What are you doing?” I grip the top of the headboard to steady myself.

He doesn’t reply to me as his hand smacks my ass gently and I jump in shock which causes me to sit down on his face.

There is no way for me to pull back because his tongue has claimed my pussy, sliding through my folds. His thick, tattooed arms are banded around my thighs to keep me from moving.

I may be sitting on his face, but he is the one in control. I’m at his mercy, holding onto the headboard knowing he is going to give me what I need.

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