Page 112 of Afflicted

“I don’t want anything leaking out” I murmur, nibbling her on her earlobe. “I want you full of me, remember?”

She laughs, gasping as my fingers curl and push further. “You wanna get me pregnant, creep?”

“No.” I don’t. I really don’t. But fuck, I want a lasting piece of me in her, something that binds us forever. “Just marking my property.”

“Yourproperty?”She screams as I sink my fangs into her shoulder, her pussy clenching my fingers, heat flooding both of us. When I release her, she’s shaking, sweat beading and running down her back.

“R-red.” She stutters. “Red, red. I can’t… Oh fuck”

“It’s OK, angel, I’ve got you.” I pull her into my arms, stroking her inflamed skin gently, licking over the puncture holes in her shoulder. “You're so beautiful, you know that?”

She can't talk, she’s trembling violently, her whole body overstimulated. I reach through the seats to the dash and retrieve a bottle of water.

“Here, you need to drink.” I hold the bottle to her lips, and she sips it down carefully. “That’s it, angel. I’m sorry I was too much for you. Are you OK?”

She slumps against me, nodding into the crook of my neck. “You were great, really. It was just… intense.”

“That’s alright, I’ve got you. What do you need from me right now?”

“Can you just hold me for a while?” Her finger brushes against my jawline, and sweetness shoots through me. “I just need you to hold me, please.”

I sit back on the seat and pull her into my lap. She’s limp, and warm, covered in sweat, curling up against me. I stroke her hair, relishing the feeling of her cheek pressed against my chest. This is where she belongs, wherewebelong.

“Do you want kids?” She asks me after a while in a small and tentative voice.

“No, I never wanted that for myself. You?”

She shakes her head against me. “No, I mean, I was only a kid myself when… yeah. It’s never been something that seemed like it was possible. And I don’t want to bring a kid into this world. But…” She trails off, and the air becomes heavy.

“But?”

She gazes up at me, her big grey eyes full of uncertainty. “It feels different with you. It’s stupid, but with you I see a future. That’s dumb, isn’t it?”

“Not dumb at all, angel. That’s normal when you…”

She raises an eyebrow. “You can say it, you know.”

“I know. But it feels like it would be unfair.” I plant a kiss on her cheek, and her eyes flutter closed. “To both of us.” I feather my fingers down the ridges of her spine. “I’m glad you used your safeword.”

She snuggles into me with a sigh. “I trust you.”

Somehow that hurts more than if she’d just told me she loves me. Having her love, her trust, her whole fucking heart in my hands feels like a burden I don’t deserve, and its one I certainly can’t honor. She trusts me to keep her safe - and I do that how? In this fucked up world?

“Stop it,” she murmurs.

“What?”

She brushes her lips against my throat. “You’re worrying. I can feel it. You get all tense and grumpy and English.”

I grunt out a laugh. “All English, ey?”

She smiles up at me, running her hand down my cheek. “My beautiful, grumpy Englishman.”

“I thought I smile a lot for you.”

“Mhmmm.” Her eyes light up as she wraps her arms around my neck, drawing my mouth closer to hers. “You always smile for me.”

“Because it’s just for you, angel. You make me happy.”

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