Page 52 of To Have and to Hold

“Me, too.” She smiled, then leaned down to kiss me in the same moment she sank herself down, my cock sliding into her pussy in one delicious movement. Her body was so fucking warm, tight and delicious, like a hot hug, a squeeze I couldn’t fucking stand in the best way.

She rode me, sighing and kissing my neck as she ground her hips over mine, taking what she needed at a slow, leisurely pace. She was more confident with it now, chasing her pleasure with belief that she would receive it. There was no pain for her, only love and care. I tugged her shirt down and sucked her nipples as she writhed, my tongue rasping over the stiff peeks as I cupped and massaged the flesh, loving on her everywhere I could reach. I'd been so scared for her, scared of the damage he caused, the healing she would have to endure. I didn't know if she was pain free with me, but she was in control, she was the one taking.

“I’m going to come,” she whined, picking up her speed. So I let her take just what she needed, never moving my hips, letting her use my body like I had before. We came at the same time, both of us groaning and kissing dirty into each other’s mouths, our tongue swiping together, battling and sucking as ecstasy washed over us in tandem.

“That was…” I tried to say, but the words wouldn’t come. I’d waited so damn long for her. To tell her everything I felt, to save her. To let her use me to reclaim what Rafe had taken. I kissedher head as she flopped it onto my shoulder. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

She didn’t respond, and I craned my neck to see her face. She was fast asleep, snuggled in, her pussy keeping my softening cock warm as I stroked her back and smiled down at her peaceful face. It was one of her best expressions. Relaxed. Happy. Laughing. Coming. I’d take them all, as often as possible.

I fell into a doze too, a little while later. But not for long. When I jolted awake what felt like only an hour later, it was to my phone vibrating in my pocket, wedged between Violet and me. She was still curled up on me, our bodies remaining connected with my cock inside her, firming back up now it’d had some down time.

I shuffled my ass a little because it was going numb, and the friction made me groan. Shit. I would never get enough of this woman. Her still wet, hot walls clenched around me and it was almost too much to bear, but she didn’t stir. I ignored the sensation for a moment, grabbing my phone to check the time, the message. We’d slept for over two hours, surprising me. Nothing like a good fuck to knock you out, even in an awkward as shit position. I also had a text from Connor, making me frown.

Connor: Your father has already come looking for you here. Be careful. I’ll send you an address in the city to hide out.

The address followed in a second text, and I had to focus on that, rather than how close we were to being discovered. I couldn’t even guess what our dad would do if and when he found us. Would we both die? Would she be delivered back to that monster or given to another? Connor would help us, I had to believe that. No one would expect a victim to be returned to her hell.

Violet stirred, and my mind switched off when she moved, creating delicious friction over my shaft, back at full attentionagain. Her body slotted against mine with such perfection, I never wanted to leave this car, this moment. I kissed her cheek.

“Oh,” she sighed, realizing the position we were still in.

I eased her backwards. “Lean back, beautiful. Put your feet up on the seat.”

She did as she was told with a sleepy sigh and leaned back, her head almost crowding on the windshield as she shuffled her feet up, not letting me slip out of her for a moment. I was fully hard now, watching her move. I pushed her skirt up to her stomach to reveal the beautiful sight before me. Even the wounds on her skin didn’t detract from her beauty. They showed me how strong she was. To be needing me like this, craving sex and taking it for herself despite all she’d been through? She was brave as fuck.

“Stay still,” I told her, lifting her ass up a little to let me fuck up into her this time, wanting to show her how good it could be with the right person. Her tits were still free of her shirt, so the only bit of her covered was her upper stomach and the top of her arms. Wounds, bruises and cuts, patterned across her, only making her more beautiful. Her bravery worn proud.

“Oh my god,” she sighed, clenching her muscles around me and grinding, fighting my pacing with her own. She was so eager, so desperate, and it was a beautiful thing. Growing up, I had never considered her this way. It would have been disgusting, depraved, against any societal norm I’d been taught. Only on her wedding night, the moment I slipped into her body and she thanked me for it, that was it. That was when my feelings shifted. The moments leading up to it, I’d been horrified by what she’d convinced me to do. Disgusted as I agreed, but the second I was inside her, nothing was the same again.

Now I couldn’t be more grateful.

I held her hips still again, this time with more determination, and slammed up into her body while she whined and groaned, losing a little of her stability to release her hands from the dashso she could play with her tits. She squeezed them, pinched at her nipples as the flesh bounced, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I dove in, laving at her with my tongue until she was a panting mess. It took no more than a few rubs of her clit for her to explode over me, coming hard.

Each orgasm I gave her felt like a step towards relief, salvation. A good touch, a beautiful feeling, replacing the bad from her husband. As she came down, I slowed my hips, giving her time to relax.

As she moved to climb off me, instinct told me to keep her there. She paused and grinned. “I want to taste us,” she said, blushing from her cheeks to her chest, blinking away the embarrassment threatening to come in. “Can I?”

I stroked her cheek. “Baby, you can do anything to me,” I told her. “Take whatever you need.”

She smiled and nodded, climbing over to the passenger seat, settling on her knees, her bare ass visible over the curve of her spine. I wonder when she would let me take her there? I knew Rafe had hurt her there, so maybe never, but fuck, I wanted to own each perfect inch of her.

She caught my eye one last time before grasping my cock and licking it from its base to its tip, groaning as I spilled onto her tongue. She drank every drop down, smiling up at me until it was all gone.

“I’m sure it must seem strange,” she spoke a little while later, when we were just back on the road, all our goods tucked away and a fresh bottle of water shared between us. “To want sex so soon after—” She winced, but I didn’t interrupt. “But he made me feel so bad, so used and disgusting and damaged. Like I said before, I want to replace it. All of it. If I can do that.. if I can do that, maybe it won’t be so bad.”

I nodded. Desperate to pull over and yank her back into my arms, but resisting. “We’ll get you there, beautiful. You takefrom me whenever you need. I love you. You can sit with that, trust it to your bones. trust I would never hurt you. All you’ll get from me is pleasure.”

“I do.” She nodded, looking out the window as the world whizzed by, more cars on the road the closer we got to the city. “We’ll get through this together.”

“Always.”

Chapter 29

Violet

UncleConnortextedTheoagain as we reached the city, explaining how to get into the safe house apartment without detection. I’d expected something like the motels, dirty and under kept, but it was…nice.

“This isn’t… what I was expecting…” I said as Theo pushed the door open and we stepped inside the small space. Theo had a gun raised, pointed into the darkness as he flicked the light on, presenting us with a gorgeous view from the floor to ceiling windows. “Christ.” We were high up, the city spread out below us, showing more tall buildings and glittering lights. The chaos of the streets below was dulled, and I found I craved it. It was peaceful, but too much of my life had been in silence. I wanted people, noise, shouting and hollering and honking cars. The brief time we’d spent amongst the crowds, I’d never felt safer.

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