Page 39 of To Have and to Hold

She watched my every movement, frozen to the mattress, tucked under the sheets, clinging to them like they might protect her from the darkness enveloping her. I walked to her bed, the place she’d suffered so much torture, and climbed right the fuck in, kicking my shoes and trousers off before sinking under the thin sheets with her.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, awed by my bravery. Her eyes flickered to the door, to the cameras, but she didn’t stop me.

I was unable to restrain myself. I tugged her into my arms, yanking her body to mine and sighing when her warmth settled against me. She was stiff for just a second before she relaxed, softening and burrowing into me. Heaven. Her skin on mine was heaven. Pure, unadulterated, blissful heaven.

“Oh, my god,” she whispered into my chest, pressing her nose into me like she was trying to merge us into one messed up being. I stroked her hair, breathed in the smell of her, still so sweet. Emotion flooded me, my throat thickened, and my heart raced. She was in my arms. This was so fucking dangerous, Rafe could come looking for her any moment. Check the cameras and see them repeating if he looked for long enough. It could all be over in a split fucking second.

So I held her tighter, groaned when she wrapped her arms around me and her tits pressed against my chest. She flung her leg over my hip and shuffled in so we were as entangled as it was possible to be without me burrowing inside her. Fuck, I wanted to crawl into her body, live under her skin. Having her here with me felt so damn right.

“I…” she started, then swallowed a gulp down. “Theo, I…”

“I know, beautiful,” I whispered into her hair. “You don’t need to say a thing.” I kissed her hair. "I feel it too. So much."

She sniffled and moved again, nuzzling the skin between my collar and jaw, her warm breath sending tingles through my body. My cock hardened, but I ignored it. It wouldn’t serve her well to see her, comfort her, then force myself on her. But we were so close, she had to be able to feel the hardness.

“Oh,” she sighed, moving again, shifting her hips so her hot core rubbed against my cock. It could be an innocent move, just repositioning to get comfortable. But her breath hitched.

“Violet…” I whispered her name. A warning. A plea. It was impossible to tell. But I held her tighter, my eyes falling shut when she moved again. My hand drifted down her spine, trailingdown the bumps of bone until I had a handful of her full ass. It was wrong, seeing her to bring her comfort and then groping her, but I just couldn’t stop. She sighed, leaned into my touch, curving her spine to give me better access.

“Theo…” she said my name then, the same weight behind it. I pulled away to look her in the eye. She needed to say it. Like before, I had to hear the words, plain and clear.

“Tell me,” I demanded, no hardness in my voice, only pleading as she ground her cloth covered pussy over the shaft of my cock. “I know what he does to you. I don’t want—”

“But I do,” she blurted. “I do, Theo. What we did before, that night… it’s the only thing that gets me through. That you… if you can…” Her face wrinkled up and for a second, she looked wrought. “Sorry, I know you just came to… I don’t know, but— Ah.”

“Spit it out,” I demanded, reminded of that night on the balcony. A smile spread across my face as I watched her splutter again, watched her come to the realization that this was inevitable. She just needed to say the words. Since I'd first pushed inside her we'd been on a collision course. Nothing could stop it, not even an evil husband. Not a dark organization I was slowly learning more about. Not our shared blood. Nothing.

She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth for a moment, and I pulled it out with a tug of my thumb on her chin, repeating myself. “Spit it out, beautiful.”

“He hurts me. Bad. But, what we had makes it better. I never thought I’d get another chance, another moment with you to wipe him away. But… if you… Sorry, I know it’s horrifying, dirty. I’m dirty. He—”

I kissed her, fed up with listening to her trying to talk herself either into or out of asking me for what she wanted. I couldn’t fucking tell, but I wanted to kiss her. My cock wanted her, my heart, too. And if the dampness of her panties against me wasany indication, she was on board, too. She was making me sticky with it, slick and warm.

She moaned when our lips met, and fuck, I wished I had time to take it slow. But like before, they could catch us any second, we might be ruined in every sense if anyone found out what we were doing in here. If we weren’t siblings, I would never have even got this far. One day, one damn day, I would make love to her like she deserved. Slow, careful, powerful.

“Let me make you feel good, little sister,” I whispered in her ear, taking a moment to nip her earlobe, grinning when she shuddered. “What we have here is only between us. Spread those legs.”

With a whimper, her thighs opened and my eyes fell shut as I tried to contain myself. This isn’t what I’d planned, but I understood what she desired from me. She wanted my touch to wash away his.

So I slipped my hand between us and found her pussy, groaning at the soft wetness that welcomed me in with such warm beauty. She sighed, and all I wanted in the world was to worship her, make her feel like the goodness she was. My fingers roamed, gathering her wetness and dragging it up to her clit. She clung to me when I swirled, rubbing the fluid into her most sensitive flesh.

“Shh,” I hushed her when she tensed up. “I want you to know how much I love you,” I whispered, drifting a finger down to slip into her pussy. She gasped then, and I worried for a moment she was in pain.

“Theo—” she started.

“Shh, I want you to know how much you deserve.”

She whined, let out a soft cry and writhed her hips. “No, it’s… ah. He’s uh, Rafe’scumis still inside me…” I didn’t stop finger fucking her, even though her words pissed me off. “He doesn’t let me wash it away—”

I silenced her with a kiss. “Well, we’ll have to do something about that, won’t we?”

“What do you mea—”

I moved my hand from her pussy and pushed her onto her back, still kissing her hard, plunging my tongue in and out of her mouth to give her a little taster of what was to come.

She tried to ask me what I was doing as I kissed down her naked body, relishing the fact that all she wore was a thin nightgown shoved up to her chin. I swirled my tongue around her nipples, soft, in case she was injured, and kissed and licked down past her ribs, across her navel and along her pubic bone.

“Cover your mouth if you’re going to scream,” I told her, muffled as I nuzzled the sliver of skin above her clit.

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