Page 74 of Keeping Her Under
Letting her nipples pop out of my mouth, I lean up to kiss her lips. Summer sighs into me, her very breath filling my lungs.
“I love you,” I murmur between each kiss. A dozen marks on her flesh. “I love you.”
Pulling away from her, I scoot out of the car and cross to her door. I open it, that action resonating in my chest. Opening up my heart to her. Feeling her love embrace me. How could I have ever doubted?
That must’ve been my own self-sabotage talking. The demons trying to force me from my angel. It wasn’t the truth; it was just hateful words. The truth is the beauty in front of me.
My goddess.
My future wife.
“You’re the monster who saved me. I love you, Rath.”
Shoving my pants down to my knees, I rub my thumb over the S on my skin. Then I cup her head with my other hand and pull her face down to the head of my cock.
I groan as I watch it disappear into her mouth. I push deeper into her throat. My balls grow tight as I imagine licking her pussy. Then falling asleep in her arms. Waking up to her smile. Traveling the world with her by my side so I can show her off on every continent. In every fucking city. Shout it from every rooftop in the world.
“Fuck you feel so good, baby… So right… I love you so fucking much.” I slam in balls deep with a rasp. She moans with a full mouth.
Holding her to my pelvis, I fist my hand in her hair. With a feral growl, I rupture inside her mouth. My head falls back as I gasp. She’s swallowing my cock so goddamn well, her throat tightening and causing me to shiver.
She starts to cough, so I pull out of her to let her breathe. Tilting my head down, I smile, expecting to see her love looking up at me.
But instead, there is horror.
Disgust.
Shame.
Panic.
Terror.
Spitting out my cum, my beautiful angel looks up at me.
And screams.
Thirty-Six
I jerk back, her fear a physical blow to my chest. She starts to tumble out of the car, the coma having taken all of her strength. Diving forward onto my knees, I catch her and push her back upright. Spit and cum dribble down her chin. Tears streak down her cheeks.
She cries harder as she stares at me. My heart screams inside my skull. Panic eats me up inside.
“What’s wrong?” I ask desperately. “Where does it hurt?” I look at her neck and run my hands down her body. “Can you feel me touching you?”
“Get... off me,” she whines, and my soul plunges into the icy lake of death.
My hands still. My heart lies frozen in its cage. My brain runs in circles as it’s certain I must have misheard. “What?” The word tumbles out of my lips.
She’s scared of me?
No… She can’t be.
“You… raped… me.”
I jerk away from her a second time. I fall on my ass, hitting the potholed, weed-filled carpark. The sky opens up with thunderous rain.
But I barely feel it lashing at my skin. Barely see the sky lighting up in a blazing glory. All I can focus on is the horror in my angel’s eyes.
