Page 18 of Embracing My Nightmare
“Quit your job. I’ll take care of you.”
“I may not be in love with my job, but it pays the bills. I refuse to take your money. Sorry.” I shrugged my shoulders and gave him a shit-eating grin.
He wasn’t going to tell me where I could go or dictate any aspect of my life that restricted my free will. I lived too many years being ordered around. If Devlin thought he knew anything about me, that should have been the first thing he learned. I won’t be controlled.
“You’re the only one who says no to me and gets away with it.” He smirked while shaking his head in mock outrage.
Smiling at him, he walked into the kitchen, picked me up, and sat me on the counter. Stepping between my legs, he pushed his thickness against my aching core as he ran his hands up my back, lightly gripping my hair. My arms slid up his chest and I linked my fingers together behind his neck, finding myself lost in his gaze.
Staring into his eyes, I felt comfort and familiarity as his lustful stare filled me with need and desire. I was engulfed in his embrace, in his expression of want. Feeling his hard cock pressed against me had my pussy weeping with desire.
He pulled me closer and pressed his soft lips against mine. Licking the seam of my lips, he pushed his tongue into my mouth, his grip in my hair increasing as he bent me backward. I was lying on the cold marble countertop that separated the kitchen from the living room, my body was covered in chills as he stared down at me.
Reaching next to me, he grabbed a large knife from the butcher block and with a wicked smile, he picked up the bottom edge of my tank top. My stomach pulled away from the sharp blade as he ripped a hole in the bottom of the thin shirt. Placing the knife across my hips, he grasped my shirt and ripped it apart, bearing my naked breasts to the cool room.
“Fuck your skin is so soft,” he remarked, his large hand brushing down my collar bone and circling my breast with feather light touches.
My chest was heaving as he picked the knife back up and turned the blade away from my skin, running the cold edge between my tits and dragging it across my stomach. I fought to stay still as he lifted the waistband of my shorts and nicked the seam with the knife. He tossed the blade into the sink with a metallic thud and with a quick jerk of his hands,he had my shredded shorts hanging off one foot and my glistening pussy on full display.
Pulling his shirt off, I stared at his defined chest, his muscles flexing as his blue eyes tracked down my shivering body, appraising me. Reaching down, he pushed his shorts to his feet and rubbed his thumb up and down my wet pussy, stroking my hard clit with each pass. I saw his hand working his length and I mewled into the kitchen.
“Shh, lamb. I know what you need. Devlin’s got you,” he urged, slipping the head through my wetness.
Pushing the head into my wet channel, the breath caught in my throat as the feeling of completion filled me. His thick length pushed deeper into me until I could feel his heavy balls resting against my ass. Nimble fingers plucked my nipples, elongating the sensitive tips with a twist.
“Fuck, please,” I cried, needing him to move his hips, to give me any kind of friction for my greedy pussy.
Devlin withdrew his hips slowly and thrust forward with a firm hard shove. My eyes rolled back into my head and his fingers gripped into my hips as he rocked me back and forth on his stiff cock. I slipped my fingers into my mouth and wet them before moving to my engorged clit. Rubbing in small tight circles, I watched him work himself faster and faster into me.
His hard length was glistening as every veiny inch disappeared into my pussy. My tits were rocking with each powerful thrust as I felt my walls flutter. He smirked down at me and reached under my body, picking me up on his shaft.
My legs were hung over his arms at the knees and I quickly locked my hands behind his neck as he jacked my pussy up and down his cock. His tight curls were rubbing my clit, pushing me closer to the edge of oblivion.
“Come for me, lamb.” He panted, slamming his hips deeper as I splintered apart.
“Devlin!” I screamed, lightening shooting from my core, engulfing me in a euphoric haze of electric pulses and starbursts behind my eyes.
“Elise.” He groaned, and I could feel his enormous cock growing thicker inside of me as he pumped me full of his seed.
I felt each warm splash against my womb, and I secretly wished he had gotten me pregnant. My crazy brain imagined a house with kids’ toys scattered across the yard, and my perfect husband, the killer.
He placed his forehead against mine as we fought to catch our breath. Carrying me to the couch, he sat down, his hard length still deep inside of me. I curled against his chest, the steady beat of his heart against my cheek a solace. He kissed me on the top of my head, and I felt tears threatening to fall.
Devlin hummed a familiar tune and I felt my eyelids growing heavy. Contentment filled me as I allowed sleep to drag me under, secured in the most intimate of ways to the man I had loved for almost ten years.
Yep, I’m definitely crazy.
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Devlin
IHEARD HER BREATHINGlevel out as I hummed the old tune softly. Having her asleep against my chest, my throbbing cock still nestled deep in her warm pussy was paradise. For years, I dreamed of intimate moments like this with her. I kissed the top of her head and recounted the hours since I revealed myself to her in the dark.
Last night, I wanted to claim her body. Today, I wanted to claim her heart. I loved Elise from the moment her green eyes peered up at me, helpless and afraid. Her weakness called to the protector inside of me and I vowed to defend her with my life.
Elise was right that I needed to let her live her life with free choice but having to leave her to handle this final bit of business had me on edge. Through the years, I killed almost everyone who was responsible for the condition they found her in at the church.If they were part of her neglect and mistreatment, I eliminated them. James had been with me through it all, and the years that I couldn’t be there to protect Elise, he was a silent shadow in her life.
The deal I made with the devil to secure her safety was a steep price to pay. I’d gladly pay my debt again if it meant we would end up right back here on this couch. She snuggled deeper against my chest and I draped a blanket over her back.
