Page 63 of Claimed By the Damned

But fuck—seeing her like this beneath me, body trembling with aftershocks, inner walls fluttering weakly around my softening cock, holding onto everything I just gave her, it ignites something fiercely possessive deep within me. A deep, primitive satisfaction courses through me.

I groan, my hand gripping her jaw gently but firmly, tilting her face to meet my gaze. "I should care that I didn’t pull out," I murmur, my voice thick, thumb brushing reverently over her swollen lips. "But I don’t. I fucking love it. Knowing you’re full of me. Branded from the inside."

I stay buried deep inside her for long moments, forehead pressed against hers, our ragged breaths mingling.

Finally, carefully, I ease out of her slick heat. She sighs softly. As I withdraw, I watch, transfixed, as my thick seed, milky white and glistening, begins to leak slowly from her swollen folds, pearling between her thighs.

Her body is boneless with exhaustion, completely surrendered. A fierce, almost brutal possessiveness surges through me.

Leaning down, I dip two fingers into the slickness pooling on her skin. Her eyes flutter open, hazy and questioning, watching me. Gently, deliberately, I push my coated fingers just inside her entrance, pushing my cum back into her.

"Right where it belongs, Little One," I murmur, my voice thick and low, locking her gaze with mine. "Inside you."

I withdraw my fingers slowly, kiss the side of her thigh.Then, satisfied, I move to gather her tightly in my arms, against my chest, pulling the blankets over us, cocooning her in my warmth.

My hand never stops its soothing glide over her skin—tracing patterns along her arm, down her back, feeling the faint tremors gradually subside. I press soft, lingering kisses to her forehead, her temple.

"You did so good, Little One," I murmur, voice thick with warmth. "So perfect for me." I kiss her temple again, breathing in her scent—sweat, sex, vanilla, and something uniquely Lila.

I've never done this before. Not like this. I always left after. But right now, tangled with her, all I want is to stay, keep her close, safe. To make damn sure she knows the difference between being owned by a monster and being cherished by her protectors.

"You’re safe now Lila," I whisper against her hair.

Lila lets out a sleepy, contented sigh against my chest. The possessive urge to keep her coated in my essence wars with the deeper need to care for her properly. Care wins.

"Stay right here, Little One," I murmur, pressing a soft kiss to her hair. Gently disentangling myself, I slide out of bed. The brief separation makes something in my chest clench, but I ignore it, heading into the adjoining master bathroom. I run a washcloth under hot water until it’s steaming, wringing it out slightly.

Returning to the bedside, I find her watching me through hazy, half-closed eyes, looking utterly vulnerable. I kneel beside the bed, gently parting her thighs. "Just going to clean you up a little," I explain softly.

Using the warm, damp cloth, I carefully and thoroughly wipe away the mingled fluids and sweat from her inner thighs and the swollen folds between her legs. She sighs again, a soft sound of comfort this time, her body relaxing completely under my ministrations.

Once she's clean, I toss the cloth aside and pull the blanket higher, tucking it snugly around her shoulders. Only then do Islide back into bed beside her, gathering her close again. My hand resumes its lazy stroking over her back.

"Do you need anything? Water?" I ask softly.

She shakes her head weakly against my chest, breath already steadying towards sleep, fingers curling loosely against my ribs.

"Just you."

Something tightens in my chest, almost painful. "Always," I promise, pulling her closer against me. Gently, I shift us, turning her so her back presses against my chest, spooning her protectively within the curve of my body.

Nestled behind her, my hand easily finds its way lower again, slipping between her thighs from behind to cup her pussy gently. Palm pressing lightly against her swollen flesh, warmth radiating against my skin. Not just possessive. Anchoring her. She sighs deeply, a sound of pure peace, burrowing back against me.

"Feel that peace?" I whisper near her ear. "That connection. Safety. Not the fear he gave you."

She lets out another soft, satisfied sigh. I kiss the top of her head. "You're so perfect like this," I murmur again. "Safe. Cherished."

Her fingers curl weakly against my arm, a content hum slipping past her lips in her sleep.

"I know, Little One," I say, my voice a low promise. "Get some rest now. I've got you."

As I hold her securely, listening to the steady rhythm of her breaths, finally free from fear, I know—she’s finally home. Here. With me. With us. And I will burn the entire fucking world down before I let anyone take her away again.

I love you.The words hover on the edge of my tongue. But I’m scared. Scared saying it will frighten her away, that she isn’t ready. So, I keep it locked inside. For now.

Chapter 20: Life Unplanned

Lila

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