Page 25 of Claiming Sarah

Oh shit. He’s going to fuck me into oblivion. My arms wrap around his neck, holding on for the ride, feeling myself crest toward another climax.

“That’s it, Sarah,” his lips kiss my neck. “Take all of me. Let me give it to you. You’re mine now.” One of his hands wraps around my throat, choking me. “This pussy,” hesays, retreating, hips slamming forward. “Is. Mine.” A thrust punctuates the words.

I come around his cock again with a choked moan, eyes rolling back. Dayton is fucking wrecking me, and I let him, going limp beneath him as he keeps giving me his cock, over and over again.

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GOODBYE

SARAH

Warm skin rests beneath my cheek, rising and falling, pushing my head up and down. My lips curl into a silly smile. Goosebumps rise beneath my fingers, tracing random swirls into the raised skin. Scars line nearly every inch of Dayton’s body, spelling a sad tale, one I’ve witnessed over and over during my stint in the emergency room.

My heart squeezes for him, imagining his life before me, the loneliness that dogged him in those facilities that treated him like an insect. His chin slides against my nose as I turn my face up, finding his eyes already trained on me. Scars stretch, and white teeth gleam in the light. Happiness dances in aqua eyes, a warm pool rippling to reflect the sunlight.

“What are you thinking, my Sarah?” he whispers, gravel voice slipping across my senses like a physical touch. I’m thinking I’m in over my head. I don’t say that, tracing the edge of one facial scar, muscles jumping beneath my touch.

“You did all of these. Will you tell me why?” I ask. Dark lashes rest on high cheekbones, shutters shielding his eyes from me.

“Because it quieted the voices. Until it didn’t,” he croaks, voice sounding raw and raspy. My hand stills. Voices. Schizophrenia. I allow my own eyes to close, shutting down the initial bias and fear. Blood in the ceiling. I already know what he’s capable of, and aside from kidnapping me, I’m unharmed. No, my body is loose and sated, lying across his naked form.

“You’re scared?” he asks. My eyes pop open, tracking the wariness glinting in his cerulean pools. I brush a kiss across his lips, feeling his groan travel to my sore sex.

“No. I’m checking my own prejudice,” I tell him, fingers still stroking his face. “Too many times we have these knee-jerk reactions, but they mask how we really feel if we don’t look closer. I’m not afraid, Dayton. Cautious? Yes. But not afraid of you.” Sincerity layer my words. He worries me, and stress attacks me with all the possibilities of how this could go wrong, but fear isn’t my knee-jerk reaction.

“Do you hear voices now?” I cringe at my question, remembering all the times I asked that during clinicals. It’s a standard assessment question on several forms. He shakes his head, dark hair brushing his forehead. My hand pushes it back, reveling in the softness of his hair and the warmth of his skin.

My teeth worry my lip at my next question. Dayton bravely lifts a hand, pulling the lip free, eyes beseeching me for honesty and openness like a child would. His innocence and childlike behavior, at times, squeeze my heart even tighter. I’m weak to it. For the first time, I wonder if he’s not still holding me captive, using emotional tethers instead of physical ones.

“Would you consider getting medicated?” My teethnibble at my lip again, eyes bouncing everywhere to avoid looking at his initial reaction. Even to my ears, the question sounded brass.

“I’d do it for you,” he confesses, lips rubbing along the seam of mine. “I’d do a lot for you, Sarah.” His admission tightens my nipples, wetness flooding my core. It wouldn’t surprise me if wetness dripped down my thighs, landing on one of his legs from my thigh strung across his lower body.

What has he done to me?

I worked hard for my doctorate in nursing, turning a blind eye to those who insist on calling me Nurse Bell instead of Dr. Bell. I’m not some weak creature to fall for a guy after a few orgasms, but something about Dayton tugs on my heartstrings, luring me to lower my walls, to take a second look beyond the scars and kidnapping.

A lonely kindred spirit lurks in his eyes, whispering a siren song.

“Dayton,” I whisper, need curling in my stomach with greedy fingers. Lips brush mine, tongue sweeping in, an answer poised on his tongue.

Mine. Each stroke, each brush, screamsmine.I don’t fight it, letting my walls down, sinking into the feeling of being just Sarah, not Dr. Bell or Mom. To Dayton, I am merely Sarah. I’ve never felt more free, allowing him to roll me onto my back, legs spread to allow him to settle between them.

Mine, my mouth answers his claim, staking one of my own. He’s mine, my captor, my lover. My nails scrape along his scalp, legs winding around his waist. When his cock sinks into me, I’m lost, swept away by the pleasure only he brings to my body.

He claims me with each thrust of his hips, nails digging into my skin. My hips rise to meet him each time, clampingdown around his cock, claiming him every time my walls pulse, pulling him deeper.

Dayton ismine.His name leaves my lips on a weak cry, body tightening. Slumping into the mattress, letting him pound into me to claim his own release, I’ve never felt more free.

Being claimed by Dayton makes my heart sing a song of freedom, limbs going lax.

ZAIDEN

Soft hair tickles my chin, and light snores escape Sarah’s mouth, bringing a smile to mine. I twirl strands of thick hair around my forefinger, waiting for sleep to claim me as it did Sarah, her warm body resting on my chest.

Contentment, the first I’ve ever experienced, settles in my bones. My limbs feel lax, a soft euphoria running through me. I lost count of how many times Sarah screamed my name, sweet pussy clenching around me, wringing every drop of seed until I felt like she drained my soul. Such pleasure was also a novelty.

I’m eager to do it again and again, but her drowsy eyes, gazing up at me, compelled me to let her rest, or I’d rut her all night. The sun fell not long ago, shadows creeping into the bedroom. Quick feet running across carpet has me bolting upright, cradling Sarah. She mumbles, but I hush her, recognizing a pair of blue eyes gazing at me from the foot of the bed.

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