Page 73 of Repossess My Heart

So that’s what this is.

Punishment.

Joke’s on him, his punishments are anything but. Well, nowadays. I could do without being fucked in a room full of corpses again.

Maybe.

“I suggest you focus on me before I make a point of earning your attention.”

I dig my teeth into my inner cheek, suppressing a moan as he swirls his fingers around my bundle of nerves. Slipping them through my folds, teasing at my entrance. Each pass making my knees weak. When my head tips back, his gentle, adoring kisses on my back are traded for the swift bite of his teeth, “Your cunt is so wet for me.”

“Please, Nathan…”

He groans softly, slipping a digit into my core and then he curls it inside. My knees give. Only his mechanical arm, what’s left of it, and the weather worn press of the banister are keeping me up. I still don’t understand his decision to strip his arm, to refuse major repairs even after the absolute gold mine found inside the inner-city walls. After the raids died down, most citizens that were left welcomed new residents… those that didn’t were slaughtered. I run my fingers down his stripped arm. A lot of the killing attachments he removed after he helped clear the city of officials and resisters. His father was never found. We’re assuming they killed him in the initial riots when Nathan had been in and out. Many fled as the city fell.

“I’m heading out.“ Six announces from behind us.

I gasp at the loss as he quickly withdraws his finger using the arousal coated digit to flip Six off, “One more step and I come out of retirement.”

“Fucking ulcer of a human being.” Six mutters laughing, his heavy footsteps falling away. I’m grateful he didn’t acknowledge what’s very clearly going on. My whole face feels like it’s on fire and it’s got nothing to do with the sun. My head goes light as Nathan hauls me up, wrapping my legs around him and carrying me into the house. My core clenches desperate to be filled as he pops his finger into his mouth, making a show of licking it clean.

I never want this to end.

When I’m dropped onto the bed, he jerks off his black sweatpants, his large cock popping free as he wrenches my legs apart. I’m practically squirming as he takes his time, content to fuck me with his eyes. I know what he’s doing… recording again. Constantly, even though with everything that was below the sea gone, there’s very little reason to. He wiped his memory stores of everything that didn’t involve me.

I wouldn’t dare stop him; we both know how precious this time is. How short it’ll be.

“When the sun shined down on the pink peonies, they felt grateful for its warmth.” I whisper, fighting back the urge to cry. Unwilling to blur my vision of him for even an instant.

I’m grateful for all of it. Even the ugly parts.

Something odd passed over his face before he tugs me up, wrapping me around him again and settling onto the bed, all the fluffy blankets piled around in what he dubbed my nest. My throbbing center is pressed tightly against his length as he holds me against him. His fingers brush through my hair, “And when the rains came, the pink peonies knew better than to miss the sun. That it would come back again, to dry their leaves and warm their petals.”

My heart flutters in my chest as I pull back to stare into those vivid eyes. “The brave little flowers knew the rain was important too… How do you know that story?”

He huffs, “Mom used to read it to all the kids in the Down. She stopped when Michael through a fit, said it was our special story.”

The tears I’d forbid to fall do anyway and when he leans forward to kiss them away, it always brings more, “I don’t want this to end.”

His fingers find my chin, removing my forehead from where it’d thudded against his chest. He stares at me like I hung the sun. Every day I wait for that to change, and it never does. “Something like this could never end sweetling.”

But it will, after everything… it will.

I intertwine my fingers around his neck as he lifts me, positioning his length at my core. When he notches the tip inside me, I’m already soaked for him. Pleasure and that special burning, stretching pain erupts inside me as he’s sinking into the hilt. The gentle tickle of my hair graces my shoulders. Exposing my breasts and the scar on my chest as I pitch my head backwards, eyes squeezed shut.

“Don’t look away from me, not for a second.” His voice is thick, and everything inside me clenches for him.

When the first wave of moans pass, my head falls forward again, our eyes locking, swallowing one another in all the best ways, “Never.”

His hand is rough as it blazes a trail from my waist up the valley of my breasts, over the scar he’s spent so many hours kissing and licking. Forcing me to see and love it the way he does. When it reaches my neck, I can’t help but rock harder against him. That devilish smirk fills his face as he increases his speed, meeting me thrust for thrust as he pistons up into me. The tightening of his hand on my throat and the way he grinds my clit into him with each thrust is enough to make me see stars, but I don’t dare close my eyes. Even when the pleasure puts tears there, I do my best to not blink.

“They’re so beautiful.” He groans, his free hand gripping my hip as he thrusts higher and harder, consuming me entirely just the way I needed him to.

“Better inside my head?”

He laughs, and fuck if the sound doesn’t drive me closer to the brink, “Much sweetling. Now I want to watch you scream on my cock. Scream for me, now.”

When his hand snakes between us, pinching one of my peaked nipples I do, pleasure exploding through me like a wildfire… or more fittingly a nuclear meltdown.

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