He shoved down his pants and kicked them away. His cock was rock hard and covered in precum. “Fuck, I’m desperate to sink my cock into your ass, but I have other plans for this last first of yours.”
He positioned the head of his cock at my pussy and slammed in with one hard stroke. I cried out at the feeling of utter fullness. He was so much deeper than before. My walls tried to handle the sudden intrusion, but Nestore didn’t give them time to adjust. He dropped to his palms beside my head and feet and began to pound into me.
My eyes rolled back after a few deep thrusts, and pleasure coursed through me with blinding intensity. My channel spasmed under wave after wave of pleasure. I screamed out my release, unable to keep the sounds in. Nestore’s face twisted with concentration as he drilled into me over and over again until I felt a new orgasm building. I wasn’t sure if I could take much more. “Too much,” I gasped.
“You take what I give you,” he growled and slammed even harder into me as one of his hands cupped my breast and twisted my nipple. Stars erupted in my vision, and I clenched around his cock, causing him to growl low in his throat. He shuddered, and I felt his release spill into me as the waves of my second orgasm crashed over me. He pumped into me in jerky moves, his eyes closed and face twisted in utter pleasure.
He was gorgeous.
Nestore lowered his head for a kiss, and when his eyes opened, my throat tightened at the look of adoration in them. It lasted only a heartbeat before he shut it off. He kissed me again, then straightened. He held my thighs as his cock twitched inside me and slowly softened. With a deep groan, he pulled out and stroked my pussy. “Red and dripping. My favorite sight.”
I shuddered, then winced when I tried to lower my legs. They ached from their awkward position, and my pussy felt slightly sore, but I felt utterly sated when I stretched out on the bed.
Nestore moved into the bathroom and returned with a towel. I held out my hand, but he shook his head. “This isn’t to clean yourself. I want my cum to stay inside you. Lift your butt.” I did as he asked, and he put the towel under my ass.
Nestore lay down beside me and pulled me against his body, then kissed my forehead and wrapped his arms tightly around me. “Every time I lay claim to your body, I feel like I could make up for the time we lost because of your running.”
Amelia pressed up against me, her breathing ragged. Exhaustion filled her gorgeous face. The night had been way too short, andyesterday had been hard for her. She needed to rest. “Sleep,” I said as I pulled the covers up over her body even though I hated to deprive myself of the view. Knowing my cum was in her pussy made it a little easier.
“It’s nine o’clock. We need to get up.”
“Who says that?”
She blinked, then gave me a small smile. “I suppose no one.”
I nodded and stroked over her soft hair. “I make the rules, and I tell you to sleep.”
“Only if you try to rest as well,” she said. She placed her palm over my heart, which beat calmly. Despite the events of the previous hours, I felt relaxed and at ease, something I could only attribute to Amelia’s presence.
“I’ll try,” I said. “You could help me.”
Amelia’s eyes crinkled with confusion. I reached for the drawer in my nightstand and pulled out the blood-covered copy ofThe Tale of Peter Rabbitthat I’d saved from my cell after my escape. I hadn’t touched it in a long time. Without Amelia to read it to me, it had harbored too much pain to see it.
Her expression lit up. “You still have it?”
“Of course. You reading the book to me is one of my favorite memories from the basement.”
Amelia sank her teeth into her lower lip. “There weren’t that many good memories to pick from.”
I shook my head. “I cherish so many moments with you down there, even if they were painful. Without my captivity, I would have never gotten you.”
Amelia sat up and took the book from me. I put my head down on her chest and listened to her heartbeat. She pushed her fingers into my hair and ran her fingernails over my scalp in a way that made me want to hum. When she began to read, I closed my eyes. Her words spoke to a calm place deep inside me, a place I could rarely access.
Soon, my limbs felt heavy with sleep. Amelia’s words drifted away, and darkness claimed me.
Pain erupted through my body, and merciless blue eyes brimmed with laughter as Lamorgese pressed the branding iron against my chest. A scream ripped from my throat. I thrashed, but the bindings kept me down.
“Nestore, wake up.”
The voice that had kept me alive filtered into my mind, and I followed it out of the darkness and away from the pain. My eyes shot open to peer up into beautiful, kind blue eyes. Amelia’s lips were parted as she breathed raggedly, her expression stricken. “You had a nightmare.” She stroked my hair as if I were a little boy, and I allowed myself to lean into the touch. Amelia made even the dark moments appear a little lighter.
“I couldn’t wake you.”
“But you did. You led me back into the light.”
Her eyes softened, but the concern remained on her face. Concern for me, despite what I’d done. I’d kidnapped her and forced her to marry me, and now I forced her to stay in the very house she abhorred. I sat up and cupped her face, then brought my lips down on hers. I needed to feel her warmth, to taste her sweetness. I needed to remind myself of the good. We kissed for a while until the shrill sound of my phone ripped through the peaceful quiet. I pulled away and slanted a look at the screen to see whom I’d have to punish.
Remo
