Page 7 of Unhallowed

I come to my feet and pull her off the bed, the white boring sheets creasing a bit from her moving on them. Everything is white in here, stale. Although it’s my bedroom, I don’t live here anymore. I have my own house. So I really could care less about how it looks.

Every bedroom in this house is built the same way for maximum privacy. In fact, it’s like a hotel suite where there’s a door that leads to a private living room and a dining area.

“This place is like a castle,” she says in awe and I chuckle.

I see how she’d think that, and once upon a time, I did too. I was so amazed by this place it clouded my judgment a lot. Not that I’ve had a choice in a lot of things, no, they’ve made the decisions for me and I’ve followed along because without them I’d be nothing. It’s loyalty to death.

“It is,” I reply with a smile. “But all I care about is you. Being with you is my priority. If I lose everything today—this castle—nothing would matter except for you, baby.”

Her eyes water, tears spilling down her cheeks. “I want us back.”

“You have us back, Firefly.” Her smile at that lights up my world. “Now let’s go in the shower and get you out of these clothes. We need to wash that fucking basement off your pretty skin.”

I direct her to the bathroom, the white tiles cold under my feet, and she closes the door behind us. “This is crazy, Drav. I’ve never seen anything like it before.”

“It is crazy. But you know what’s crazier?” I ask her and she looks at me, “You being here with me.”

I let go of her hand and go in the shower, turning all shower heads to almost hot water. I don’t know her shampoo anymore, not that she’s had many choices of it, but I still remember her soap. Peach Bellini. I wonder if she’ll still smell like herself once she’s showered with mine or if it will completely disappear. I’ve been waiting for her to get here so I can go buy all her essentials.

“Come on, Angel,” I call out to her as I step out of the shower. “Let me help you shower.” She glances between me and the shower, noticing the glass enclosure, and she looks shy all of a sudden.

“Um.” She clears her throat. “Isn’t itweirdto do that?We haven’t seen each other in so long.”

“Weird? No.” I shake my head. “I’ve waited a long time for this.Please,” I beg her.

Angel nods, beginning to slip off her shoes, then takes her shirt and pants off until she stands in the raggedy underwear they’ve been making her wear. Never again will she lack for anything. Over my dead fucking body.

She looks at the ground for a moment, standing without making eye contact with me. I hate it. Where is my girl? Where did she go? Why did her light go off? She’s my Firefly. She’s happiness personified.

I get closer to her and clasp my hands around her shoulders, “May I?” I ask her softly, and she nods.

I unclasp the back of her bra, removing it from her body and letting it drop to the ground. Ready to worship all of her, I get on my knees and hook my thumbs into her panties, slowly lowering them. I don’t know what I was expecting, but having her bare before my eyes wasn’t it. Even though she’s been captive she’s had great hygiene, and I guess some habits just can’t be broken.

Dropping her underwear all the way to her ankles, she then steps out of them. I catch her scent deep in my nostrils, and I groan. She smells like… her. Like sweetness and peaches and her.

“Fuck.” I press my nose against her and inhale deeply, wrapping my arms around her legs and squeezing her ass softly. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Her fingers grip my hair, tightening around it until my eyes water, but I don’t care. As long as she’s the one causing my pain I’d be okay with going through it.

“Get up,” she tells me, her voice hoarse. “I want to see you, too.”

There’s my girl. As possessive as I am, she’s always been the one in charge. In charge of my heart. I oblige, getting up from the tiled floor and stripping my clothes off. I don’t wait for her though. Instead, I get in the shower and dip my head under the hot water. It’s steaming in here, the cloud of fog rising from the bottom, and I barely see her when she steps in, until she’s right in front of me in all her glorious beauty.

She looks at me unabashedly, her eyes trailing from my toes up and lingering on my cock. I smile at that, and her eyes snap up to mine. Her cheeks burn, and the pretty bubblegum blush makes me want to put her in my pocket and keep her there forever.

“You look,” I can hear her just barely over the spray of water from three different shower heads, but she raises her voice at the last part, “like a man.”

I smirk, then close the distance between us, grabbing her jaw with my fingertips and tilting her head up to mine. Her indigo eyes dilate, the black blowing up and swallowing the blue, and her mouth parts for me. I take her lips with mine, gently probing until she molds herself against me. Taking her hand, I direct it to my cock and wrap her fist around it, moving it up and down slowly. She moans at that, and I take advantage of it by slipping my tongue into her mouth. She tastes so fucking good.

“Iama man now, baby,” I tell her when I pull away, and she doesn’t let go of me. “I’m yours.”

“Mine?”

I pull her hand off me and sink to my knees, looking up at her. “Have you been good for me? All these years?” I bring her leg over my shoulder, exposing her to me. Her pink pussy is glistening with need, and satisfaction fills me. I look up at her eyes, which are sparkling with that old light between us. Her eyes glisten and she bites her bottom lip.

“Always.”

“Do you want this?” I ask her, taking a tentative lick. She jumps a little and I pull away. “Do you want me?”

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