Page 37 of Claim Me Forever

I proceed to place open-mouth kisses down the column of her neck, making my way down to her tits. I suck one of her tight buds into my mouth. Libby writhes underneath me.

“Ace. Please,” she begs.

I release her nipple from my mouth, giving it one last lick before I continue my journey down, kissing her soft belly until I get to her sweet spot. I kiss the inside of each of her thighs, her hips rising off the bed to try to get closer to my mouth. I give her what she needs, my mouth descending on her, sucking her hard little clit. She goes off for me instantly.

As her orgasm courses through her body, I insert a finger inside of her, getting her ready for me. I’ve been doing this over the last week. She’s so damn tiny. I’ve been working her up to this.

“You saved this for me, didn’t you, Libby? You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” I work another finger into her. “Need your words.”

“I saved it for you.” She screams as I hook my finger inside while my tongue circles her clit.

She goes over the edge for me again, flooding my mouth with her orgasm. I drink every drop of her down. I give her clit one last kiss before I position myself over her. We lock eyes as I line myself up with her entrance. Libby opens her thighs wider in invitation. I push in a few inches. Her hands grip my shoulders.

“I saved it for you to love.” I thrust fully into her. I grit my teeth as her tiny, warm cunt locks around my cock. I have to fight to keep from coming already. Libby’s nails dig into me, but she never breaks eye contact. My girl is tougher than she knows.

“Damn, baby, you are so tight.” I pull out and thrust back into her. “You kept it sweet for me, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” she moans.

“Kept it locked up tight so only I could have it.” I thrust faster.

“Oh,” she moans again for me.

“That’s right, baby. It’s all mine, and I’m taking it.”

“Ace.” I feel her pussy start to flutter. My balls draw up, but I fight it. I’m not coming until she does, and my filthy words are working her up.

“You can’t stop it now. All of you belongs to me.” I tilt my hips to hit deep inside of her, making sure I grind against her clit. “Now come for me. Milk my cock with that virgin pussy. Make me belong to you.”

That sets her off. Her cunt locks down hard around my cock. Libby’s body is doing as I ordered. I groan as my release spills inside her. She pulses around my cock, taking in every drop of me. I bury my face in her neck, breathing her in. Libby is worth everything I've done in life to get here.

“Wow,” she whispers. Her fingers stroke up and down my back like she’s soothing the beast. The beast she just conjured because that’s what I was. Her beast. I’d do anything for her, to protect her. “Now you marked me inside and out.”

I roll, pulling Libby into my arms to hold her close. “You marked me too,” I tell her. She lets out a sigh, relaxes into me, and drifts off to sleep.

I could watch her sleep forever. That’s what I want to do right now, but I still have one more thing to handle. I press a kiss to Libby’s forehead before I slip from the bed. I pull the blanket up over her naked body before I get myself dressed quietly. I don’t want to wake her.

In the safe room, I check my clip before popping it back into my gun and cocking one into the chamber. I screw on the silencer before securing it on me. Then I check my feeds and my phone. I see the alert from Garrett. I power down the surveillance and disengage my locks.

The trap has been set. Every day we left, I made sure to only lock the handle of the back door. You can’t make it too easy. I’d like to think that no one is that stupid, but I know that they could be. Criminals are some of the dumbest.

Libby’s father had no fucking clue who I was. His obsession with Libby also clouded his judgment. Libby had no idea why her mother loathed her so much. I’m not sure telling her would help. Who wants to find out their mom doesn’t like them because their father has a sick fascination with them, so she’s jealous?

She’s been one of the many pushing back at Heaven’s Temple. I'm at a loss for how to handle the women. Her mind is warped. I'm not sure if this is a reflection of who she is or if life has shaped her this way. However, her mother was among the first followers. She hadn’t grown up in this life. There was a choice on her end. They all broke off from another church. It too had radical ideas, but not this bad.

I slide on a pair of gloves before I give Libby one last look. She’s sleeping soundly. I leave her to her dreams, slipping out the door and carefully down the stairs, evening out my breaths. I press my back against the wall and wait. It doesn’t take long for the fucker to pick the lock.

I let him slip right in, but not far. He barely makes it a few inches before I round the corner and wrap my hand around his throat, while the other easily yanks the gun from his hand and tosses it away.

“You—” I cover his mouth, slamming him hard enough to the wall to knock the air from his lungs. I jam my knife into his thigh. The same spot he scarred my girl. He screams into my hand as I twist the blade, leaving it stuck there. I pull out my own gun, pressing it under his chin.

“Me.” I stare into his eyes. “She’s mine.” I pull the trigger.

He’s had a chance to get away, but he’d made his choice, so I made mine. I let his body slide to the floor, opening the back door for Garrett.

“That was quick.”

“My woman is waiting in bed for me.” I wasn’t going to waste my time on this piece of shit. He’ll never be a threat to her again.

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