When he reaches the nape of my neck, he rumbles, "Breathe, Mercy. Can't have you passing out on me."
Was I holding my breath? I didn't realize. I soon understand that for the warning it was when he swoops down and grabs my neck in a harsh claiming bite.
"Aghhhhh!" I gurgle in surprise.
I'm surrounded by him. His thighs straddle me, his chest a fire against my back as his mouth holds me hostage. A growl resonates through my neck as his teeth clasp me, a growl that causes arousal to trickle from my pussy and puddle in my panties. One more tight clench of his jaw, then he releases me, licking the marks he just made before he does it again a few inches over. My breath exhales in a rush.
"Mine, Mercy. Mine," he groans. Then the man goes crazy, raining stinging bites and nips all over my back, neck, and shoulders. Bites that I know will leave little bruises later but feel so divine right now that I don't care.
Downdowndownhe goes, then travels back upupupto claim my neck again. Licking, sucking, biting...my back is a canvas covered with his artistry.
His mouth descends again until he reaches my panties. Hands that were so firmly planted by my head earlier now find a new home on each ass cheek, squeezing in confident caresses before yanking my underwear up together in the middle to bare each globe.
"What are you doing? Amos!" I yelp again.
The grin can be heard in his voice as he drawls out, "What, baby? You needlovin’here, too. Can’t wait to mark your ass with my hand."
I freeze, completely and totally losing all arousal before I frantically kick my legs and scramble away from him, pulling the covers to my chest. "No—don’t do that to me. Please, Amos don’t!"
The teasing expression drops from his face in a heartbeat. "Mercy, what’s the matter, baby? Don’t what?"
"Don’t hit me!" I hate how my voice quivers, mimicking the trembles of my body. "Please—I can take a lot of other things but not...that. I know I said I’d try, but I also asked you to be gentle. Please, Amos, please..."
Shocked, Amos stares at me, mouth open, before staring accusingly at his gigantic hands as if they’d already struck me. "Baby girl, I’d never hit you. That’s...not what I meant at all. I’m just talking about spanking done in fun, never in punishment. I’dneverput my hands on you in anger or deliberately hurt you. These hands are for loving you and our babies. Never for hurting you."
At his fierce declaration, my heart thunders in relief, making me lightheaded as it rushes through me.
"Aw, come here, kitten." He drags me across the bed and into his arms. I bury my head in his massive chest, the crinkly chest hair comforting me as much as it distracts. His heavy hand runs up and down my naked back as he croons nonsense at me in an effort to calm me down. "Did...were you hit as a child?"
"Yes." Faces of former fosterparentsflash through my mind. Papa Jack when I was four. Daddy Gary when I was six. Mama Wendy when I was seven. Cruel eyes and harsher hands followed me from house to house, even until I was eighteen. I can feel them still to this day.
His warm hand cups my jaw as he tilts my face up to look at him. "I swear that will never happen to you or our kids. Not by my hand or any others, if I can help it. Do you believe me, baby?"
Amos is so earnest in his declaration that I can’t help but to believe him. Or at least his sincerity. "Yes, I...thinkI do."
He rewards me by pressing his full lips to my forehead, the gesture so very tender. "That’s my girl. We’ll table the spanking for now, but I want you to know it’ll be nothing like that, nothing done in anger." Another kiss. "But did you like how I woke you up this morning?" The words are muttered against the top of my head.
I did. I hide my smile in his chest hair.
"I feel your smile, baby." Satisfaction can be heard in his words. "Good. And what about the way we went to sleep last night?"
That, too. The man knows how to work my body. But am I ready to potentially have children with this intense man? If he doesn’t wear any protection, my body may not have a choice but to soak in his seed and make a baby. It would be something if he could control my womb as easily as he controls my body.
It's a complete one-eighty from when he first brought me here, I know, but there was something about last night when he put my tampon in for me. My tears weren't all sadness, though he certainly seems to think so. The sheer tenderness of his actions made me feel so...socaredfor and the emotions were so overwhelming that they came out as a sob.
And when he told me he wants my mind in addition to my body? It's as if my heart has latched onto that bit of hope and refuses to let go.
Yes, it's only been three days—three days—but other than him drugging me, it seems like a dream come true. Amansohead over heels for me that he couldn't stop himself from taking me? If I put aside the slightly traumaticexperiencehe's put me through, it's...almost flattering.
But am I so desperate for love and a family that I would jump at the first opportunity? Marriages have been built on less, and at least with him so obsessed with me, I won't have to worry about him looking at other women. If he even leaves the house. IfIeven get to leave the house.
A tweak on my nipple breaks my thoughts. "Sorry...what were you say—? Oh, yes," I blush, "I...likedthat part, too. It was like you said. Very calming once I got used to the...sensation."
"Sweet Mercy." Amos squeezes me tightly to his chest in a hug that is so ridiculously amazing it almost brings tears to my eyes. When a person goes without human touch, even touch as simple as a hug, it does something to them deep inside. I should know. "How about we get ready for the day, huh? Then I’ll cook you some breakfast and we’ll read some more. Sound good?"
"Yeah," I say in a soft voice before turning in his arms to get up.Itreally does.
And that’s the kicker.
