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I withdraw my fingers from her ass and spank her nice and hard, growling when she fucking comes again, more of her release gushing out of her, dripping down my balls. Keyera’s moans are muffled by the sheets where she has her face buried.
I rut into her again and again, shredding her to pieces until she’s limp in my arms. With one final, brutal thrust, I explode inside of her, ropes of my cum shooting out of me as I hold still. I keep fucking coming, so damn hard. So damn long.
Finally, Jesus Christ,finallythe last of my release spurts out of me, taking all of my strength with it. I collapse on top of Keyera, both of us sweaty and trembling with the aftershocks of our explosive climaxes.
Rolling to the side, I pull Keyera closer to me, tucking her into my side. She’s breathless and she curls her body around me, the sweat drying on her still trembling body.
“Are you okay, angel?” I murmur as I trail my fingers up and down her spine in calming strokes.
She nods her head and somehow squeezes herself closer, wrapping an arm around my torso and clinging to me. I've noticed her do that a few times, like she's afraid I'll run away instead of the other way around.
“Hey,” I say softly, combing my fingers through her hair and tugging gently to get her to look at me. “Don’t go silent on me now,” I tease. Her lips curl into the cutest smile, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.
“I’m good,” she whispers. “That was...intense.” My angel hesitates, and each second of silence tears at my heart.
“Did I hurt you?” Jesus, I’d never forgive myself.
“You keep asking me that, but I still can’t get over it. My kidnapper caring about hurting me.”
Keyera giggles and leans in for a kiss. I let her, savoring her sweet flavor and the feeling of her velvet tongue against mine, though my stomach is sinking. Will she always view me as her kidnapper? Is this relationship doomed before it even started? And furthermore, what the fuck am I going to tell Mario?
“Hey,” she says once we break for air. “What’s wrong?”
God, those eyes tell me everything I need to know. I’m not sure how I didn’t see it before. She’s good. Kind. A fighter for sure, but she didn’t let the dark shit she’s seen break her. My angel managed to find her way all on her own, and here I am, fucking up her life.
“Nothing,” I mutter, wiping a hand down my face. My mind is all over the place and my heart? That poor bastard is already hers, for better or worse.
“Locke? You can talk to me.”
“I…” My heart is hammering in my chest, my pulse throbbing as a migraine sets in. It’s too much. Not enough. I don’t know what I want or how I’m going to get us out of this mess we’ve found ourselves in. “I’ll get breakfast for us,” I mumble before untangling myself from her and getting up.
Pulling on a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt, I take one last look over my shoulder. Keyera is still wrapped up in the blankets, her head tilted to the side as she studies me. She doesn’t seem sad or upset, it’s more like...worry? Is she worried aboutme? I’m her kidnapper, just like she said. Maybe that’s all I’ll ever be to her, though I sure as fuck hope not.
Keyera is so much more than my target. She might not be who I was looking for, but she’s exactly who I needed. Now I just have to figure out how to keep her for real.
TEN
Keyera
I was worriedat first when Locke jumped out of bed this morning and mumbled something about breakfast. I thought he regretted sleeping with me, and it hurt worse than it should. I’ve only known him for a few days, most of which I was tied to a bed.
My heart doesn’t seem to care, however. The way he handled me last night and again this morning, his movements so sure, so confident as he brought me pleasure after pleasure, release after release...it has to be more than sex, right?
He was rough, yes, and I’m still deliciously sore from the way he tore me apart, but he was so sweet after. Locke made sure I was okay and held me while we both came down from our combined releases.
Sure, he might not love me the way I love him, and part of me understands. He's been hurt and his trust has been broken, just like mine has. But last night and this morning have shown me that Locke is ready for more. Or at least I hope so.
After he cooked us a terrible breakfast of burnt toast and I made fun of him for it, Locke finally seemed to shake whatever weird mood he was in. He smiled at me and pulled me down into his lap before kissing me with everything he had. I felt like I could breathe again, having this man touch me and consume me.
We spent the day playing cards and cuddling on the couch watching movies. I had hoped Locke would say something about getting me out of this mess, but he didn’t, and I didn’t want to press my luck. It’s enough just to be around him in a semi-normal capacity instead of tied up.
We just finished dinner and I'm washing the last of the dishes while Locke dries them. A smile tugs at my lips as I peer over at the six and a half foot giant carefully drying a glass with my teal and pink striped dishtowel.
“Something funny?” he grunts, though there’s a hint of playfulness in his voice.
"I like domestic Locke," I tease, dipping my fingers into the dishwater and flinging some water at him. His shocked look is priceless and might be my new favorite. That is until he shows me his unrestrained grin.
He surprises the hell out of me by scooping up some bubbles from the dishwater and blowing them all over me. I sneeze as a few bubbles pop on my cheeks and nose, then shriek in laughter as he hooks an arm around my waist and pulls me against his hard body.
