Page 119 of The Ecstasy of Sin

Before she can speak again, I snatch her around the waist and haul her against me. She lets out a startled yelp as she collides with my chest, but she softens immediately, her arms curling around my neck.

I lift her, her legs wrapping tight around my waist. “I should make you ride home with my cock stuffed inside of you,” I growl, my lips brushing against hers. “Just for calling me Daddy.”

She whimpers, and the sound shoots straight to my cock. It takes everything in me to choose her wellness over our pleasure, just for now.

“Baby, you’re exhausted. You have a huge bruise on your cheek, a busted lip, and a bump forming on your head. I’m taking you home, getting you cleaned up, and you’re getting the sleep you need.”

She looks disappointed, and I don’t deny my urge to claim her mouth in a deep kiss.

“Don’t worry,” I murmur against her lips. “I’ll always give you what you need. I just need you to wait a little while longer.”

Like I didn’t just fuck her soul out of her body less than thirty minutes ago.

A warm orange glow lights up the sky behind us, the cabin fully engulfed now. I reach for the two helmets strapped to the back of my bike.

I tilt her chin up, making sure I have her full attention. “Hold on tight. Keep your legs around me. When the bike dips, you dip with me. Understood?”

She nods her head.

“Good girl,” I praise, pressing one more kiss to her lips.

I slide her helmet on, and then mine. The engine roars to life beneath us, and she presses even closer, molding her body against mine.

With the night sky lit up in firelight, and the night stretching out ahead, I pull onto the main road.

I speed home with the love of my life pressed tight against me, my cum dripping from her pussy, and my darkness rooted deep in her heart.

***

She’sbarelyawake,standingin the shower with me, warm and pliant beneath the steady stream of hot water.

Her brown hair clings to her cheeks, her lashes wet and heavy. She leans into my chest, her eyes closed, and her lips parted with each soft breath that leaves her.

“Sweet little lamb,” I whisper, my hands gliding over her slick skin as I rinse away the last of the suds. “If you ever run from me again…”

A sleepy smile curves her lips, and warmth floods my chest. “Mmm. What will you do to me?”

I pull her against my body, the both of us now clean, and hold her like she’s the only thing that’s real.

“I’ll chase you and drag you home. I’ll tie you to our bed and keep you fucked, and fed, and happy.”

She sighs, a soft and blissful exhale, and her hands press to my chest. Her eyes open slowly, and she looks up at me. “That doesn’t seem like much of a threat. The only thing I want is to be with you.”

My black heart burns from her confession, making me desperate for her. It physically hurts to stop myself from fucking her right here and now, but she needs rest.

She has never known how to slow down, or how to take care of herself the way her body needs. That is my job now.

My rough fingers trace the abrasions on her face, outlining the bruising, and the bumps left behind by the man that tried to take her from me.

If I could torture him to death all over again, I would.

She leans up and kisses me, her mouth opening languidly against mine. Her tongue teases my bottom lip, drawing a low growl from my throat as my fingers press into her hips.

When she pulls away, a yawn takes her by surprise.

I smile as the sleepiness washes over her, making her sway on her feet. It’s been such an intense week for her. Her body isn’t made for war, not like mine is. She’s made for softer things, and peace, and quiet. But she’s also meant to be fucked by a man that can break her and then use his own soul to stitch her back together.

I finish rinsing her off, and together we step out of the shower. I wrap her in a towel, dry her gently, then take her hand and lead her to bed.