Page 17 of The Stowaway

I rubbed my hand over my face before looking at her innocent expression. It was my fault for fucking with her while she was healing. It was hell trying to keep my damn hands off her.

“Uh, I will have a look at your ribs next, but you should be fine,” he said without looking at either of us.

Amelia glanced at me with a soft smile and clasped her fingers tighter around my hand. Her eye looked much better, but she still had light bruising around it. The trust that shone in her green eyes made my heart miss a beat. My eyes dropped to her lips. The cut had mostly healed, and I’d enjoyed kissing those soft, plump lips all week. She placed her other hand on my thigh, and my eyes flicked impatiently towards the doctor.

“How long will this take?” I snapped at him.

“I’m all done. I need to take a look at her ribs.”

I nodded and stood up whilst still holding Amelia’s hand. She lay down on the bed. I watched him lift her top up enough to bare her ribs, and he felt along them. The doctor watched Amelia as he moved to her left side.

“It’s definitely bruising only. Recovery should take a couple of weeks at the most. Don't do too much until you have fully healed,” he said with a smile.

“Thank you,” Amelia said, but I was too busy thinking about getting the doctor out of the bedroom.

I walked around towards the doctor's bag and started to shove his things inside. I put the items for disposal on the bedside table.

“Yes, thank you for coming,” I said, glancing at him.

His old eyes were twinkling with mirth. He didn't remove his gloves but took his bag from me.

“If you two need anything, let me know.”

With that, he walked out of the door. My heart was racing as the door closed behind him. Slowly, I turned around to look at her. She was leaning on her elbows, watching me intently.

In the mornings, she spent time going through her closet before choosing an outfit. I loved watching her expression and the way she touched all the clothes as if she had never felt luxurious materials before. It was viewing her delight in the simplest of things that I’d taken for granted my entire life. Seeing her happiness made me want to wrap her up in cotton wool so no one could ever hurt her again.

She smiled and put another pillow under her head before she began to untie her cream top. My eyes followed her nimble fingers as she pulled the silky material away, baring herself to me. Her cheeks were flushed when she glanced up at me shyly.

She didn't know.

She didn't know how insufferable I would become once she was mine. My eyes trailed down her body. The white silk and lace that encased her breasts did little to hide her hardened nipples. I ignored my aching cock and walked towards the bed. I bent down and placed my hand over her belly.

“My dirty little Kitten,” I murmured before unfastening her trousers.

Moving towards the end of the bed, I tugged on the bottom of her trousers, and the material slid off with ease. I pulled her black socks off one by one, keeping my eyes on her. I gripped her by the heel of her foot and spread her legs open. The sight of her damp panties made my cock lurch in my trousers.

She had tried to rub herself all over me in the shower and the bathtub. When we were in bed, she was the same. She wore the sexiest little numbers to bed. I had woken up one morning with her wanking my cock, and that had been a close call. I took a deep breath before blowing it out again, trying to still the beast inside of me. I ran my hand up her leg until I touched the silky material of her underwear.

“You give yourself to me, Kitten. There is never any turning back. There will never be a divorce, and there will never be anyone else,” I said as I climbed onto the bed.

Her eyes widened for a moment before she nodded. It was her final warning, not that I’d let her walk away from me.

“You're going to take every inch of me inside this sweet little pussy,” I said, running my fingers over the saturated material. “You're going to accept every drop of my cum.”

I rubbed her harder until she closed her eyes, and her chest began to rise and fall. I glanced down before I ripped her panties off and tossed them on the floor. My fingers traced her drenched opening, gliding up and down before I pushed my fingers inside of her. My eyes were locked on her cunt as she sucked my fingers in with ease. I worked my fingers in and out of her, loving how she coated my fingers with her arousal.

“I can't even tell you all the filthy things I've wanted to do to you. As soon as you're fully healed, I am going to fuck you like a savage, Kitten. I'm going to make you ache for more,” I said fucking her tight hot pussy hole faster. I’d been stretching her out, and it had paid off.

Her eyes snapped open, and at the same time, her cunt clenched my fingers. I rubbed her clit the way she liked it. One thing I discovered in our sessions was she liked it a little rough. She needed more than what I was giving her. I knew from the depth of my soul the night I met her that she was what I had yearned for.

“Ivan, I want to feel you inside of me,” she said breathlessly.

Her words made me pause, and I slowly pulled my fingers out of her pussy to unbutton my shirt.

“You want me to breed this virgin pussy, Amelia? To stuff you full of my cum all day and night? Do you want to cum all over my hard dick?” I drawled as I yanked my shirt off.

Her hands clenched the bedding as she nodded her head.

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