Page 29 of The Devil and I
I hold her tightly against me, waiting for the strength to return to my body. I don't want my beautiful girl laying on the cold floor, but fucking her the way I did destroyed the both of us. We were both still trying to calm our breathing and regain some control of our erratic hearts.
Her body is going to bruise, there's nothing I can do to stop that now. I came unhinged, and there is no denying I was hard on her body. I just couldn't stop myself. I was an animal driven to madness by my need to possess her. It would always be this way between us. Passionate, wild, brutal. All I could do was promise to give her the aftercare she deserved once I was done making love to her. My version of love making, anyway. With that thought in my mind, I force myself to get to my feet, bringing her with me.
I lift her into my arms and cradle her against my chest as I walk towards our bedroom. A pained sound slips from her mouth as I shift her in my arms, and part of me feels a twinge of guilt for not being able to be the normal, gentle guy she probably thought she would end up with some day. Though, that man can't make the world safe for her. The devil carrying her in his arms like she's his most prized possession can. I meant every word I said to her. I don't care what it takes. I'll do whatever I need to do to make her safe and keep her for myself. Whatever the cost to have her, I'll pay it.
I step into the bathroom and turn on the light, making my way over to the stand up shower in the far corner opposite the large bath tub. I carefully set her down on her feet, still holding her to my body to stabilize her, while I open the door and turn the water on. I make sure the temperature is perfect before I walk her inside the shower.
Her beautiful dark eyes are heavy with exhaustion and satiation, and when I lean away to grab a bar of soap, she sways gently on her feet. The sight of her, still flushed from her orgasm, makes my cock hard again. Even though I am totally spent, I want her again. I force myself to push thoughts of sex from my mind for now, certain that she won't be able to handle me again so soon. She is so much smaller than me, and her pretty little pussy wasn't built to take a cock like mine. Her body would adjust though. There was no other option for her. She is mine, and there is no going back from that.
“What happens next?” Her voice is so soft, far too quiet. If I wasn't so hyper-focused on her, I may not have heard her at all. I place a kiss on her forehead before guiding her body under the gentle spray of water. A pleased moan escapes her, and the sound makes me feel better about being so rough with her.
“You don't have to worry about anything anymore, baby,” I tell her, letting her rest her forehead against my chest as I lather the bar of soap between my hands. The scent of woodsmoke and berries fills the steamy shower stall, which seems to relax her. A dreamy sigh fills the space between us, and the sound does a better job warming me than the hot water does. “I'm going to love you and take care of you every day for the rest of our lives.”
“How did I get so lucky?” she whispers, and once again I struggle to hear her small voice amid the falling water. A small smile spreads across my face as I begin running my sudsy hands over her body. She moans again, and my smile grows. For as much pain and death as my hands can deliver, I am certain they can provide equal amounts of pleasure. That never mattered to me before, but it does now.
“Let's get us cleaned up so I can grab a couple hours of sleep,” I tell her while I run my hands all over her body, thoroughly cleaning and massaging every single inch. She nods. I don't skip the intimate places I'm confident other men would avoid, and the breathy sounds she makes in response put little cracks in my self-control. I bite my lip as I finish cleaning her, using the sting to keep me focused on getting us out of the shower rather than fucking her all over again.
Once I've finished bathing her, I take care of myself. She's watching the faint swirls of blood where they pool and drain at our feet. I make sure to be thorough, letting the remnants of her past wash away from us forever. She doesn't say a word, but there are a lot of emotions in her tired stare. I don't push for her to talk, that's something we can handle later if she feels she wants to discuss what happened in depth.
With both of us clean, I turn off the water. I step out of the shower first so that I can grab us a set of clean, fluffy towels. I am not satisfied with simply draping the towel around her, I take the time to dry her myself. She stands there patiently, a small smile ghosting across her face every time I glance up at her. Once I'm done with the both of us, I take her hand and lead her to bed.
“I'm not sure if you can sleep, but I'd like to hold you for a while.”
“I'd love that,” she says with a nod, allowing me to get her settled in bed myself. She obviously doesn't need my help, but it's instinctual for me to do this for her. If all of my attention and focus are too much for her, she'll have to find a way to adjust. The strength with which I need to take care of her is beyond my control at this point.
I crawl into bed behind her, tucking her body back against mine and wrapping my arms around her. She settles against me instantly, once again allowing me total control of her body where I hold it tight in my arms. Exhaustion crashes into me in waves, threatening to pull me under almost immediately. I fight it for a while, worried that if I drift off she may disappear, but once her breathing deepens and evens out, I start to relax. Rayna falls asleep almost instantly. And that helps me drift off, too.
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When I finally open my eyes, the sun is starting to drop towards the East. I can barely make out the rays of light as it moves down through the heavy clouds in pursuit of the horizon. The window is slightly ajar, so the sound of the rain outside invades the quiet space of the bedroom. The pinging of each raindrop as it hits the window is soothing. I almost want to stay here in bed. I would stay, if not for the gnawing ache of hunger that woke me up in the first place.
Leaving the window open has the chill of early Autumn seeping in, which makes Rayna shift closer to me for warmth. I love when she does this, but it makes me feel so damn protective of her. I don't ever want her to feel cold, or hungry, or scared. The idea of her suffering even a little bit makes the devil in me rage, moving beneath my skin like a snake covered in razor blades. It cuts me up and drives me to madness. The only thing keeping me from burning the entire world to the ground is knowing she is safe and taken care of.
I wake her up by trailing gentle kisses across her forehead, waiting patiently as she begins to stir against me. A soft little moan escapes her adorable mouth, and her eyes flutter open to gaze up at me. I am struck by the dark urge that rises in me, an urge to bite her beautiful bottom lip until a rivulet of blood trails down her chin. I want to taste her against my tongue, take the very essence of her life into my body, and feed the ravenous monster in me that has fallen madly in love with her.
“Hi,” she says softly, looking far too fragile and small here in my bed. The sight of her doesn't help lessen my hunger for her. I never really had a type until Rayna came into my life, but she is definitely it for me. Small, soft, deliciously curvy and thick all over. She looks like she can handle the brutal way I want to fuck her, and that in itself turns me on.
“Hey baby.”
“What time is it?” she asks, her hand lifting to rub at her eyes. Her beautiful dark hair is sprawled all around us, so I slowly pull some wild strands back away from her face and push them over her shoulder.
“I think it's late afternoon. I should make us something to eat.”
“That's a good idea,” she agrees, shifting away from me so she can sit up in our bed and glance out the rainy window. “Oh. Rain. I love the rain.”
I can't help but ache for her as she turns her face away from me, staring out into the world beyond our bedroom. The rain is coming down steadily now, rattling the leaves of the surrounding trees. The colours are all so intense in this weather, rich emerald and dark brown trees dotted with little gems of colour where the birds flit about, and where the leaves are beginning to change. I cannot wait for her to see this place when the trees are all dressed in Autumnal hues.
She is so beautiful; it makes every inch of my body ache. All the way down to the deepest parts of me that only awakened with this girl's arrival in my life. Her long, dark hair is messy from sleep, sprawled around her pale body like a living shadow. The sheets have slipped down to gather around her wide hips, the tops of her thick thighs peeking out from beneath the bunched up material. And those tits, so goddamn perfect. They overflow in my hands, perfect in all their natural glory. I just can't get over how this girl has such little confidence in her body. She's a goddess.
I can't resist her anymore, so I reach over and snatch her up with ease, pulling her entire luscious body towards me until she is sitting across my lap. The feel of her weight on my cock is fucking divine. I can't help but groan over it.
“Lucas!” she squeals, the sound followed by a gentle giggle. How one woman can be beautiful, sexy and adorable all in one is a little mind boggling. She's it, though. Damnit, she is everything.
I carry her with me as I rise from the bed, shuffling her in my arms so that I can cradle her against my chest. The way she settles against me feels like a sacred display of trust, her eyes drifting closed as she awaits whatever I'm going to do with her next.
“You've lost some weight, baby. I haven't been feeding you well enough,” I tell her, realizing that she's been feeling a little lighter in my arms these last few days.
“That doesn't sound like a bad thing, Lucas,” she says quietly, tucking her head up under my chin and placing one of her hands over my heart.
