Page 54 of Taken By the Convicts
“Just tellme what to do, Reece, please. I don’t want to lose you,” Melina begged, tears clouding her beautiful eyes.
Silently, Reece thanked the goddesses for letting him find her before those bastards could rape her, and for letting him hear such beautiful words tumble from her sweet lips.
He would gladly take her somewhere, but where? The next three months would be nothing but snow, ice, and deadly weather. Hunting was scarce this time of year, even if he could steal a sonic rifle. The caves weren’t a secure location and only a few had provisions, namely the ones he’d stashed for emergency purposes while hunting. And some of those had been raided by other prisoners who knew to search the caves for caches.
That bunker, for as much as she hated it, was the best protection he could offer her. The best thing for her was to bond with the other men, become a true unit like what most people had on Argus, Baccula, and the majority of planets in the system. As long as he had her, he’d learn to put up with sharing her. But she had to want the other men, not give herself because she thought she had to for protection. How could he tell her that?
Melina laid her head against his chest and stared into the fire. They couldn’t return to the bunker until the storm ended.
He traced the lines of her fingers that splayed over his chest. That’s when it struck him. He kissed her thumb and then circled it with his finger.
She placed her finger on his lip and traced his lip. He shook his head. Why wasn’t she getting this?
This time he circled the second, third, and fourth fingers of her left hand.
She took his finger and put it in her mouth and sucked. Goddess above, that felt so fucking good and had his cock hard in seconds. He tried pulling his finger out, but she sucked it in further. She didn’t understand what he was trying to say.
Her other hand moved down to his pants and popped the button.
This isn’t what he intended, but she unzipped his pants and his cock sprang free.
She wiggled her way down his body, taking his finger in her mouth with her until she settled near his cock. Then she switched and drew his cock into that beautiful, wet heat of hers.
Reece pulled the blanket off of her. He was going to do this right this time. Kneeling over him, she bobbed on and off his cock, sucking hard and deep, his balls rapidly drawing tighter.
Enough! He pulled her off of him, stood above her, loving how wide-eyed and innocent she looked on her knees, staring at him as he stripped out of his clothing. She was his now, and he didn’t have to share her with anyone, not until they returned to the bunker.
He walked behind her and stared down at the graceful shape of her back and curvy hips, trying to ignore the tattoo at the base of her neck, and the dozens of knife scars below. Someone hated her to scar her so horribly.
Reece moved her hair to the front and ran his hand over the tattoo. No, more than hate. Someone wanted her to suffer.
“Show me what you want, Reece? Anything. I’m yours.”
I’m yours.Beautiful words from a beautiful woman. He wished he could say the same to her. She deserved to hear it, to know it.
Reece positioned her on her hands and knees. This would be a traditional claiming according to Bacculan law. He hoped she recognized it as such, that she understood that after today, she’d be his, forever.
She whimpered as he touched that tattoo, and he immediately pulled his hand away. He would not shame her, but neither would he look away from any part of her. Those were war wounds, even if he didn’t yet know what war she’d fought.
He kissed the tattoo, running his tongue over it until he heard her sniffling. He leaned his head against her back. He was failing already. He had no words to tell her how beautiful she was, how he didn’t care about the scars or tattoo.
“Een. . . o. . .u”Melina. I love you. Please know this!He kissed the tattoo again, as he caressed her back, running his hand over every inch of her, ignoring the scars, no longer seeing them. He’d make her forget about them.
He kissed his way down her back as he continued running his hands over her. His hands curved over the swell of her ass, which he slowly parted. She tensed. He suspected she’d been poorly used in her life.
“Please, not there.”
With a finger, he lightly circled her bud to bring her a few seconds of pleasure, maybe remove some of the fear. She never needed to fear him. Never.
When a tiny moan escaped her lips, he smiled and continued moving lower. He nudged his head between her thighs, coaxing her to open further for him. He kissed her inner thighs before he sat back and took in the view. Beautiful, from the glistening pussy that swelled for him to the beautiful rosette he’d greeted with his finger.
Without forethought, he veered from the traditional claiming and placed his mouth over her pussy and sucked on her clit. She moaned each time he pulled the tiny pearl between his lips. Her hips rocked, giving him a show and making him so hard he wasn’t sure he could wait much longer to take her, but he needed one final taste of her. He pressed down between her shoulder blades, sending her ass higher, and licked through her folds, lapping at her juices. Another deep moan.
He couldn’t wait any longer. He thrust into her with one long stroke, loving the sight of his cock disappearing into her pussy. Glorious. Utter perfection. Her heat sheathed him so perfectly. He increased his pace, until he was in her fully, his balls slapping against her clit. She moaned with each strike, spurring him to go faster, harder.
“Oh, goddess, Reece!” Her pussy clenched his cock, and it was all he could do to keep from shooting his load. He pulled out of her and turned her onto her back. Her body relaxed in the aftermath of the orgasm. He lifted her knees and sank back into her, thrusting so hard she started moaning again as if she were close to another orgasm.
“Oh, fuck, yessss.” Her back arched as her pussy gripped his cock once more.
