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" M mm…" I bring her closer to me, my face in the crook of her neck. "Can we stay like this forever?" I ask sleepily, worried that once I open my eyes reality will come crashing down and everything will have been a dream.

The mere fact that she's next to me and letting me touch her is more than I could have ever hoped.

Hell, when she'd told me about her time at Sacre Coeur, I could only listen, mentally making a list of all the people I need to dispatch—and painfully, too.

To think of Sisi, my brave and beautiful Sisi, being put through so much suffering kills me. And I intend to make sure those people get what they deserve—a very drawn out death at the end of my knife.

I still can't believe what a lucky bastard I am, and that she'd actually forgiven me, even regaling me with those words again—love.

Shit! I'm so fucked.

Now that I heard her say the words, I'm never going to get tired of hearing them.

Even now, looking at her sleepy form, with the way her lips twitch, the corners lifting slightly, I get this insane urge to smother her with kisses.

Is this what love feels like?

Because I think I like it. No, scratch that, I fucking love it. And her. Always her.

I fucking love her.

Fucking Hades in the ninth circle of hell, but I'm in trouble. This time, though, it's the good kind.

Our conversation last night had given me a better glimpse into what makes Sisi into the magnificent woman she is—perseverance. Against all odds, she survived.

And I was the one who found her.

Now I'm going to keep her for the rest of my life and I'll do my very best to make her the happiest.

A little too happy at the prospect, I keep tightening my arms around her, wanting to never let go. To always have her near.

Maybe I should cuff her to me.

The moment the thought comes to mind, I still, my eyes slowly opening as I realize what a great idea it is. That way, I don't have to ever spend a moment without her.

"What's going through that mind of yours?" Her voice brings me back to reality, and I look down to see her gorgeous eyes sparkling with mischief as she watches me closely.

"That I'd like to cuff you to my side," I tell her seriously. "That way I don't have to miss you ever again."

"Not a bad idea," she whispers, leaning into me. She's wearing only a bra and her underwear, but suddenly that's all my mind can process—and my cock.

Damn, I need to get myself under control.

I know she's not ready for anything physical, likely she won't be for a very long time. And I don't want her to think I'll pressure her in any way.

We're going at her pace, even if it kills me.

"I can't remember the last time I slept this well." She brings the back of her fingers to my cheek, slowly trailing them down. "Or was this happy."

I capture her hand, bringing it to my lips.

"Me too, hell girl. Me too. And because of that, I don't want to leave this bed." I smile, tugging her into me and cuddling her.

Her small size makes her fit right at home in my arms, and I listen to her small sounds, the way she seems to purr as I bring my hands down her arms in a light caress.

"Then let's not. We can always watch a movie in bed," she suggests and I quickly agree.

Anything to keep her close. The more time I spend by her side, the more I'll realize that it's not a dream and that she's actually mine.

We end up spending the entire day in bed, alternating between watching movies and pillow fighting, all of them ending with us in rather compromising positions that have my cock dying for relief.

Like now.

I stare into her eyes, her legs spread to accommodate my pelvis, my hands hovering above her head as I hold a pillow. We're both breathing harshly, and I don't know if it's from the exertion or the titivating contact.

Does she know how hard I am?

Her eyes slip lower, to the tent in my pants, and a blush creeps up her neck.

I'm so fucking stunned by her beauty, that I just still, my pillow dropping from my hands, my eyes fixed on the pretty red on her cheeks, or the way she pulls at her lower lip, biting it in an entirely innocuous way, yet that alone has the blood all rushing down to my cock.

She raises an eyebrow at me, but she doesn't waste any time in switching our positions until she's the one above me, her pillow aimed at my head.

Giving me a sly smile, she brings it down over me, some feathers flying out of the pillowcase and causing her to giggle.

"I win," she whispers, only now realizing that although she's won this, her position means that she's sitting right on top of my dick.

"I can't help it, hell girl. You have that effect on me." I smirk at her.

She keeps playing with her lip, her teeth nibbling at it as if she isn't quite sure what to do next.

Moving slightly off of me, she keeps her eyes on me.

"Why don't you do something about it?" she asks, and I see the way her pupils expand, her chest rising and falling with every labored breath.

She's as turned on as I am.

But I know we can't do anything just yet.

"What do you want me to do, hell girl? I'm all yours," I tell her. Maybe it will help if she regains some type of control over this.I know the last incident scarred her, both mentally and physically, and I'll probably regret what I did to her for as long as I live.

And because of that, I'm willing to do whatever it takes until she's comfortable with me again. I'll go as slow as she wants me to, even when my instincts demand that I fuck her into oblivion.

I need to get a grip on myself!

"I want to watch you," she says breathlessly, her eyes lingering over my erection. "No touching. Just watching."

She doesn't have to tell me twice as I pull down on my pants, my cock springing free and slapping against my abdomen.

"I forgot how big you were," she whispers, her expression changing to one of apprehension.

I feel a pang in my chest, the thought of hurting her physically hurting me .

"It's only for your pleasure, hell girl. Never pain," I assure her, "unless you ask for it." I smirk at her, using my hand to grip the base of my cock, my fist tightening over my shaft.

Her mouth opens slightly as she watches me work my length up and down, her eyes following my every move.

Slowly, she removes her top, bringing her voluptuous tits into full view, her nipples tight and straining in the air.

I let out a groan at the sight, pre-cum generously oozing from the tip. I swipe my thumb over the head, using the moisture to coat my entire shaft.

"Fuck, hell girl, you're temptation personified," I rasp, watching her bring her hands up to play with her nipples.

"Did you touch yourself while I was gone?" I ask, the image already forming in my mind and making me even harder.

She blushes, slowly nodding.

"And what did you think of while you were petting your little clit?" I ask, tightening my grip at the same time as I hear her small gasp, her spine arching and thrusting her tits in the air.

"You," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. A flush spreads up her chest and to her cheeks, her tongue peeking out to lick her lips in between small whimpers.

"What was I doing?" I continue to probe, her little mews doing wonders to my cock, the bastard preening at the sounds, my balls almost drawn up in pain from being too full of cum. I have no idea what spell she's cast on me, the way my body reacts only to her, but I'm not complaining.

She fucking owns me!

"Fucking me," her eyes flutter closed, "fucking me like an animal," she continues, her voice becoming increasingly higher pitched and breathy. "Chasing me and taking me on all fours… like a beast," she says on a strangled moan and I can barely stave off my climax.

It seems that for all her fear about the pain, there's also a secret thrill in being chased and subdued. My dirty nun might be naughtier than I'd expected.

We might indulge in those fantasies in the future.

"Take off your panties." I issue the command without even thinking. "Let me see that pretty pussy," I say with a gruff voice.

She doesn't even hesitate, the minx. She slips her panties down her legs, positioning herself right in front of me before slowly opening her legs and letting me see the wonder nestled between.

She's wet and slick and glistening with need, and I'd like nothing better than to dive in, taste her with my tongue and have her come all over my face.

But not now.

"Slide your fingers down your tight little pussy," I order her, all the while continuing to work my cock, imagining my hand is her pussy, gripping me tightly and sucking the fucking life out of me.

Oh, but I'd gladly die.

She does as instructed, two fingers descending between her pussy lips. They are almost immediately coated in her arousal and she uses it to smear it around, making me jealous of a Goddamn finger.

"Whose pussy is that, hell girl?" I demand, wanting her words.

"Yours, only yours," she cries out, eyes closed, her fingers circling her clit.

My own movements gain speed as I can practically smell her arousal from where I'm sitting, the scent intoxicating and so fucking delicious I'm one second away from jumping on her, ready to lap at her juices.

"Are you imagining it's me touching you?" I continue to ask, enjoying the way her cheeks flush, her mouth opening and closing with each stroke of her clit.

"Yes," she whimpers, "I'm imagining it's my God touching me," she says, the words taking me by surprise and making my balls contract, my orgasm imminent.

"Fuck me, hell girl," I groan. "How can I last when you say things like that?"

I squeeze my cock, my eyes almost rolling into the back of my head at the sensation.

"My not so saintly little nun likes to play dirty," I drawl, watching her own movements quicken, her mouth parted, her breath coming in spurts.

"Come for me, Sisi, let me see that pussy come for her God," I command her, and it doesn't take long before she's moaning my name, her legs quivering as she rides her climax, her pussy gushing out juices and drenching her fingers.

Fuck!

Her eyes snap open, her glazed pupils taking in my engorged cock and the way I'm pumping it like a mad man, the sight of her only fueling my own pleasure.

"Come on me," she says, moving on all fours and slowly coming toward me until her face is at eye level with my cock. "Come all over me," she repeats, and it's enough to make me bust, cum shooting out of my dick and all over her face.

She's like a goddess waiting for her offering, lips parted, tongue out, my cum hitting her mouth before settling nicely all over her face.

"Fuck," I groan, the sight of her covered in my seed undoing me.

Marked. She's marked.

She blinks, her eyes focusing on me before a seductive smile appears on her face, her fingers swiping at my cum and bringing it to her mouth.

"I fucking love you Sisi," I tell her, my hand on her nape as I bring her flush against me, holding her captive as I ravage her mouth with my own, tasting myself on her tongue.

Wrapping my hand around her wrist, I bring her fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean and finally tasting the nectar I'd been missing all these months.

And fuck if it doesn't make me hard again!

"I need to get on birth control," Sisi sighs, snuggling closer to me a while later, after we've both taken a shower.

"We're not in any hurry. I told you, we're going at your pace," I tell her, smoothing her hair with my hand, enjoying its silky texture.

"Just to be prepared. I don't want to get pregnant and go through that again."

"Was it that bad?" I ask. I'd read up online about miscarriages and I'd tried to understand as much as I could. Still, that was only the theoretical side, not the more personal one.

She nods, her small hand tightening in a fist.

"I'd already imagined him," she says, "he would have looked like you, with dark hair and black eyes." Her voice trembles, and I know this is hard for her.

I may not have that much experience with this feelings business, but anything that hurts Sisi hurts me too. So I just wrap my arms around her, holding her close and wishing I'd be able to take away some of her pain.

"Tell me about it," I prompt her, thinking that might help her get it off her chest.

And she does. She tells me all about the boy she'd imagined, and how she'd already loved him. Her tears fall softly down my chest as she finally releases everything she's held inside for so long.

Emotionally spent, it's not long before she falls asleep.

Still holding on to her, I close my eyes too, unaware that like everything else, happiness is ephemeral too.

The nightmare has just begun.