Page 39 of Psychological War

He reached down, grabbed the back of my thighs, and lifted me up. My legs wrapped around his waist, both of our noses pressed against each other.

“How sore are you?” he whispered against my lips. I wanted to lie to him and tell him I wasn’t, but the way he stared into my eyes, I knew he wouldn’t appreciate me lying to him.

“Just let me get used to you first,” I said, hoping that would be enough of an answer for him.

Zane didn’t say anything as he lifted my ass up before slowly bringing me back down. His cock kept pushing into me, fitting snuggles against my walls. Even as the air left my lungs, and I fought for more, he didn’t stop until I was flushed up against him. He began breathing heavily, his eyes closed like he was losing the battle of wanting to slam into me. I never felt this full in my life, uncomfortable but also comfortable. The feeling was almost too much. My arms wrapped around his neck, my nails digging into his skin. He growled like a heart before pulling out and pushing back in. My pussy clenched around him, causing him to speed up, my body barely having time to acclimate to the invasion of his cock inside me.

Closing my eyes I threw my head back against the wall as he continued his punishment. “Fuck, Kitten, you feel so fucking good,” he groaned, dragging a broken gasp from me. “You are so fucking tight, I barely fit,” he growled against my lips.

Something in me snapped. I wanted him to fuck me harder, though I doubted my body could handle any of that. I ignored that rational side of me and slammed my lips against his mouth. Both of our moans mixed together, and he slammed his hips into me. Our tongues fought against each other, fighting for dominance. But we both knew he owned my body. This stranger could do anything to my body, and I wouldn’t care. He was fucking me like this was his last moment on earth, slamming me against the wall. I bit down on his bottom lips, the taste of metal filling my mouth. I wanted to cringe away from the taste of his blood, but it ignited me. I felt my body tighten, my pussy strangling him. I was panting, feeling breathless. I was so close, and he knew it.

“Don’t you dare, you wait,” he demanded. “You won’t come until I tell you.”

God why was he so fucking hot? My body flooded with emotions, and my eyes welled up. I could feel the tears fall down my cheeks. His tongue licked my salty tears up, his punishment not letting up. I didn’t know how long this man had been thrusting into me. Sweat coated both our bodies.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” I chanted, my nails digging into his skin. I could feel the blood on my fingertips from the force. I wanted to mark him just like he was marking me, his fingertips bruising into my hips.

My eyes fluttered closed, my head leaning against the wall.

“Eyes on me.” He grunted at me. My eyes flew open, and I stared down into his. “Come for me, my kitten.”

That’s all it took. My soul left my body, and I came. I couldn’t stop the scream slipping through my lips as he thrust into me three more times until I felt warmness shoot through my body. Zane slowly stopped before resting his forehead against mine, our eyes both closed. Our breathing was too heavy to hear anything else, and I couldn't stop the smile playing on my lips.

“You have a beautiful smile, Salem.” My name on his mouth sounded so sexy, and my smile grew even bigger.

“I need to shower again,” I muttered. Leaning forward I rested my head in his neck, not caring about anything at the moment. “I think you just fucked the daylights out of me.”

Zane gave me a small laugh. Turning around he set me down on the countertop before turning around towards the tub. Turning the water on he plugged the tub before reaching for me again. I watched Zane as he grabbed a washcloth, wetted it, and kneeled down in front of me.

My legs snapped shut as he went to reach for me, and he looked up at me. Something about this man being on his knees for me had my stomach in knots.

“I’m just cleaning you up before the bath, kitten,” he mumbled.

After what seemed like forever, I finally slowly opened my legs for him. I couldn’t stop feeling embarrassed with his face so close to that area of myself. I was never a sexual person, never had sex until last night. I touched myself maybe three times, but never felt fully satisfied. I never had time or cared enough to explore any sexual desire. But Zane woke something up in me.

I watched as Zane carefully cleaned me up. If I thought I was sore before this, I was definitely sore now. Everything felt sensitive, and my pussy throbbed.

Before I knew it Zane tossed the cloth onto the counter. Locking eyes with me he brought my right leg up—the leg that was littered with scars, the one that almost made me forget how to walk. His eyes traveled down to the long scar on the inner part. It started mid-calf and ended in the middle of my thigh.

“This stupid bitch won’t stop fucking screaming.” Remo laughed. They all laughed like my family was a joke, like our lives never mattered. I couldn’t stop screaming, even if I wanted to. Dada was dead, and Lee was dead next to me. All I could smell was blood.

Then I felt the pain. My leg felt like it was being ripped from my body. My eyes were too blurry. I could barely see. My right leg was covered in so much blood, I felt dizzy, my eyes blurred. Everything was going black.

“Salem,” Zane's voice sounded soft. It was so unlike him. I hadn’t even noticed my eyes were closed, or that I was beginning to cry. He brought his mouth from my ankle, kissing his way up my calf, taking his time to kiss my scar. I never would have guessed Zane would be soft like this. He was all man, pure muscle, tattoos, had this dark look surrounding him. But right now he was on his knees kissing my leg.

When he reached the top of my scar, he lingered closer to my pussy before pushing to his feet, sealing his lips over mine. I was ready to shove my tongue into his mouth, but he stepped back and wrapped my legs around his waist. Turning towards the tub, he stepped inside and lowered us down.

Hissing the moment the hot water touched my pussy I dug my nails into his back until I felt the numbing take over. Once the water reached a little more than halfway he reached forward turning it off. Once he laid back down, he patted his chest and waited for me to lower my head down. I laid my stomach on his chest, like we’d done this a million times before. I couldn’t stop my eyes from closing, not realizing how tired I actually was. I smiled to myself as I let sleep take me over.

A low hum woke me up, along with the freezing water. Slowly opening my eyes I realized I was still lying against Zane’s hard chest. But now one hand rubbed my back while the other played with my wet hair. He hummed a song I couldn’t place. It reminded me so much of my mom when she would sing to me.

“Mila is making dinner; it should be done soon,” he muttered in my head. Nodding my head I looked up at him. Zane was already staring down at me.

“I should go back home,” I blurted out.

Did I really want to go back? No. Should I go back? Yes. And from the dark look he was now glaring my way he did not like what I just said.

“You can’t. And even if you could, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight,” he growled at me.

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