Page 14 of We Will Rise

It takes me a while to figure out what woke me up.

I’m not cold or overheated.

There’s no sound in the room or beyond that would rouse me from the deep sleep I was enjoying just a few moments ago.

The heaviness in my chest has finally given way to relief now that Kovu is wrapped around me, holding onto me like I’m his very reason for breathing.

And that’s when I figure it out.

Deft fingers brush over my bare pussy, dragging a soft mewl from my throat.

Before we got into bed, Kovu and I showered together, washing the blood and grime off one another before he dressed me in one of his shirts and held me as we both allowed our bodies to relax.

But my lack of panties has given him easy access.

I press my ass back against his hard length, moaning when I feel his hardness pressed against me.

“I was hoping to fuck you in your sleep, Little Lamb,” he rumbles, and the admission makes me grind down into his hand. That shouldn’t be so hot. I shouldn’t want that.

But fuck I do.

The idea of waking up with one of them inside me, of them using my body the way they need while I’m asleep, does something to me that I don’t allow myself to analyze.

“Fuck, you like the sound of that, don’t you, Little Lamb?” he murmurs against the shell of my ear as he presses two fingers to my entrance, teasing me but not slipping inside where I need him. “Your little cunt is so wet at the idea. I bet you’d come so prettily as you woke up, dazed and confused.”

Another moan falls from between my lips as I nod against the pillow.

It’s still dark in the room, but slivers of light peek around the edge of the curtains, allowing just enough light for him to see the movement.

“Does my desperate little whore need me to make her come?”

“Yes,” I breathe. “Please make me come.”

“You can beg better than that, Cami.” He snakes a hand around my front and grasps my throat, holding me tight enough my pussy clenches around nothing. “If you ask nicely, I might just give you what you need.”

A whimper escapes my throat, and I can’t help but grind my hips back against him in search of some kind of relief. “Please, Kovu. Please make me come. I need you so badly.” The words come out rushed and breathy, but I don’t care.

All I care about is getting the release my body so desperately craves.

“There’s my good girl,” he murmurs against my shoulder a moment before his teeth clamp down through his shirt. The fabric does little to shield me from the sharp pain, but he knows by now that I need it just as badly as he does.

He presses two thick fingers inside me, and the pinch of discomfort at the initial stretch has a moan falling from my lips before I can catch it.

He doesn’t waste time teasing me, instead, he sets a steady rhythm that is so close to what I need but leaves me a breath away from the orgasm my body craves.

“Your pussy is so fucking wet for me, Camilla. You have no idea how badly I want to fuck your tight pussy so hard you’ll be feeling me for a week.”

“Yes,” I breathe. “Please fuck me. I need your cock. Please.”

Tears of frustration and pleasure and relief that we even have the chance to have this moment fall against my cheeks, and I bury my face in the pillow to wipe them away.

I want him to hurt me.

I want to feel him.

I want the reminder of this moment in the days ahead. We have no idea what to expect next, but if I can just hold onto this moment, it might make it easier.

“When you ask so nicely, how could I possibly deprive you of what you need, Little Lamb?”

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