“Your place is with me. That means my room is now your room. Unless you don’t want that. You're in control, babydoll, say the word and I’ll take you to your room, tuck you in, kiss you goodnight, and then leave you alone.”
“No!” The word burst out of her, and she clutched at Thunder’s shoulders. Maya was perfectly aware that it wasn't emotionally or psychologically healthy to cling to Thunder the way she was, to allow him to become her everything when she was in such a vulnerable state, but she didn't care. She wanted him now, she wanted him tomorrow, she wanted him forever. If that was unhealthy, then so be it.
“Okay, babydoll,” he soothed and kicked into his enhanced speed, and the next thing she knew, they were in Thunder’s room. It was dark in there. Not just because the curtains were drawn, but the walls were painted black, the floor was dark wooden floorboards, and the furniture, which seemed to consist of nothing more than an enormous bed, two nightstands, and a dresser, were also painted black.
“Your room could do with a little redecorating,” she teased as he carried her toward the bed.
“Whatever you want to do to it you can. It’s your room now too.”
“So you're perfectly okay with me redecorating everything in pink?”
Those beautiful lips of his curled into a smile, and he let her body slide slowly down his until her feet hit the floor. There was no way she couldn’t notice the massive bulge in his pants, and despite everything, arousal suddenly flooded her system. Maybe her system had been permanently screwed up by the last thirteen years, but when it was Thunder standing before her, looking like he couldn’t wait to devour her, Maya didn't even care.
“If decorating my room in pink makes you smile, then nothing would make me happier,” he told her as his large hands framed her face, his calloused fingertips feathering over her skin.
“You mean that. Really,” she said as she searched his dark gaze for anything that might indicate he was just managing her, coddling her, telling her what he thought she wanted to hear. She didn't see any of that, though. Only honesty, truth, and making her happy made him happy.
“More than anything.” Slowly his hands slipped from her face to her shoulders, pausing to knead for a moment before continuing on. Skimming over her breasts, he found the hem of the borrowed T-shirt she hadn't been able to make herself take off even when someone had presented her with clothes in her size.
Once he’d pulled it over her head and tossed it aside, he removed her borrowed sweatpants, and then his own clothes. For a moment, he just stood there, his gaze roaming her body, and she was glad her front was to him instead of her back so he wouldn’t be upset when he saw the welts left behind by Dr. Gardner’s belt.
“Come ride my face, babydoll,” he said as he drew her onto the massive bed.
“Ride your face?”
“I'm filled with this need to erase what he made you do, I don’t know how else to do it. I don’t ever want you to have to put your lips on anyone again unless it’s what you want to do.”
He sounded so serious that Maya found herself nodding more to appease Thunder, to soothe him, than because she needed him to erase what Dr. Gardner had made her do. It wasn’t the first time she’d had to go down on his knees before him and suck him off, wasn't the first time she’d had to do it with an audience. It wasn’t even the worst thing he’d done to her.
But it upset Thunder. While she was somewhat numb to the horrors she’d lived through after so many years, it was still fresh for him.
So she allowed him to lie flat on his back, then grab her hips and drag her over so her knees were on either side of his head, his warm breath whispering across her most intimate area. That rush of arousal from earlier grew into a desperate need, and she whined a little, making him chuckle before swiping his tongue across her center.
It felt so good that her whine of need quickly morphed into a moan of pleasure. Those moans soon morphed into cries as Thunder closed his lips around her bud and began to suck, flicking his tongue against her bundle of nerves every so often, each touch shoving her closer toward a release.
Her body moved of its own accord, as if she were a puppet for her pleasure, rocking against Thunder’s magic tongue, grinding down against it as she rushed toward the inevitable conclusion.
“Come for me, babydoll, I want to hear you scream,” Thunder said against her bud, and when he scraped his teeth across the sensitive nerves, she detonated like the most perfect and delectable bomb.
A scream fell from her lips, and Thunder didn't let up, continuing to suck and lick at her until she couldn’t take itanymore, and a second orgasm tore through her, leaving her shaking. The only reason she hadn't collapsed against him, cutting off his ability to breathe, was because he had a firm hold of her hips.
Always there to catch her.
To hold her.
“What are you doing?” she murmured, suddenly very sleepy, as Thunder shifted her away from his face and down his body.
“Need to be inside you,” he answered as he lined her up with his thick, hard length and slid easily inside her, making her sigh in contentment.
“You don’t have to. I'm okay.” Maybe that was a little bit of a lie, but she wasn't terrible even if okay was a stretch.
“I'm not. We both need this.”
Well, she wasn't going to argue with that. Instead, she just nestled closer, while Thunder somehow got the covers out from underneath them without sliding out of her and then tucked them both in.
Snuggled together like this, her cheek resting on Thunder’s chest, above the steady beating of his heart, with his arms wrapped around her, Maya felt safe, content, happy even. Despite the unlikeliness of it, her acceptance of what she’d assumed would be her fate, she’d been saved, and now she had an entire lifetime laid out before her.
“Thank you for catching me,” she whispered, tilting her head sideways to touch a kiss to Thunder’s chest.
