Heart Recaptured
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Then her legs parted, a bare pussy coming into view, and I groaned, my hard cock punishing my whoring ass.
Fuck. I’d drowned. I’d drowned and this was my hell.
Lilah’s head whipped around and her eyes opened. I bit my bottom lip to keep my mouth shut. It took all my willpower not to jump forward, throw her on her back, and suck one of those red as fuck nipples into my mouth through the practically non-existent material. Her stomach was flat and toned, her legs long, and… and her pussy, Jesus Christ, it was perfect! Fuck me sideways, her pussy was all fuckin’ pink and hairless, the wet material suctioned to her skin showing, in explicit detail, the apex of her thighs.
I swear I was gonna shoot a load in my jeans. Like a fuckin’ teenage boy who found his first ever beaver shot in Playboy.
Lilah suddenly whimpered, ripping me from my staring. Her lip trembled and her eyes filled with tears as she stumbled, backing up to reach for her discarded dress on the ground, tripping over her feet as she tried to get away.
“Lilah! Calm the fuck down!” I found the voice to call.
She turned as she hurried to put her dress on. She pushed her hand out, almost smashing it into my chest. “No… please. I am the one who is shamed. I am a shameful, sinful woman. I did not mean to tempt you. Please do not take me… please…”
She was freaking the fuck out so I stopped and turned away. And hell, it was hard to do. I could stare at this bitch’s stacked frame all damn day.
But a woman whining and bitching? Nah, couldn’t deal with one second of that shit.
“There, I’ve turned, no temptation,” I said. “Tell me when you’re dressed and then you and me are gonna talk.” I couldn’t hear anything behind me after a few minutes of rustling, and I frowned. “Lilah?” I asked again. Still nothing.
Cautiously turning around, brushing my long wet hair from my face, I glimpsed the bottom of Lilah’s fuckin’ ugly gray dress disappearing into the woods.
“Psycho fuckin’ bitch!” I spat, picking up my discarded cut and throwing it over my wet shirt. Setting off at a sprint, it didn’t take me long to close in on her. She may be lithe and fast, but she wasn’t faster than me.
Casting a terrified glimpse behind her, obviously hearing my footsteps, she cried out when she saw me giving chase.
“Lilah!” I shouted, but she didn’t let up, making me feel like we were in some fucked-up redneck horror movie.
It left me one choice: tackle the bitch. If she ran back into the club screaming and crying, telling Mae she’d offered herself to me, that I’d seen her naked, Styx was gonna kill me for sure, or at best leave me some scars with his German blade. And that shit weren’t happening. I was too fuckin’ good-looking to be wearing ugly red scars.
Lilah turned onto the dirt path heading up the hill to the clubhouse, when I reached out my arms, wrapped them around her waist, and tackled her to the ground, turning us midair so I took the brunt of the fall.
“NO!” Lilah cried again and flailed to be free, digging her elbows into my ribs. I gripped on tight, trying my damnedest not to pay much attention to her full right tit my hand was practically cupping.
Taking advantage of her leaning to the side, I rolled us over, taking her wrist and trapping her hands above her head as I straddled her waist, my chest almost touching hers. “Bitch, stop!” I ordered as her tight body wriggled beneath me and my hair fell forward to cage around her damp and frightened face.
Her legs stilled, her breath came hard, and her chest rose up and down at a crazy speed. Her eyes darted from side to side, looking for a way out of my grasp, and her cheeks were red with too much exertion.
Eventually her big blues locked on mine. Then I almost couldn’t breathe. Inhaling deep, I shook some sense back into my pussy-fogged mind and asked, “You done yet?”
Lilah’s lips pursed and she slowly nodded her head.
My eyes dropped to see her gray dress back in place and her hair messy and slicked back from running, trapped under the white—and now dirt-ridden—headdress. My gaze followed up her chest, her slim throat, her flush cheeks and refocused on her eyes.
Tears filled her stare and she whispered, “Please… do not hurt me…”
A pain shot through my chest at her broken voice, but her being scared of me just damn right pissed me off. “Why did you run?”
Panic flashed across her face. “Please—”
“Answer my fuckin’ question. Why did you run?”
Lilah’s wet pink tongue peeked out and ran across her bottom lip. I felt that lick all the way to my dick. This bitch was killing me.
Her breath stuttered, but she managed to reply, “I am scared… I am so scared of everything… of your world… of you… I do not want to be taken against my will again… I am so afraid…”
Closing my eyes at her words, feeling an ache in my chest. Sympathy? I took a deep breath and looked down again. Her timid blue eyes were fixed on mine, only to drop briefly to my lips and back again. She blushed even more as her thighs squeezed together and her legs squirmed beneath me.
Then I felt it. Like some electric current zapping through my body, my cock wanted in her… bad.
Before I knew it, my thumbs began caressing the soft damp skin on her wrists and I drank in the sight of her lying underneath me. The pilgrim blonde… the fucked-up pilgrim blonde that I had to fix and make normal for Styx… I was beginning to think it was an impossible task. The bitch was almost as tapped in the head as Flame.
How the fuck did you get through to this level of crazy?
Lilah’s head slowly tipped back to our hands and she frowned at the movement of my thumbs. I took the opportunity to lean down and place my lips at her ear.
Christ, she smelled good, some sweet vanilla scent pouring from her wet skin. It made me want to lick her, wrap my hands in her long blond hair, and kiss the fuck out of her pouting lips.
A sharp inhale of breath told me she’d noticed where my mouth was, and I could feel her pounding heart against my chest.
“Ky…” she whispered, and I gritted my teeth at her breathy voice. Hell, she was a fuckin’ temptress. I’d never been so turned on in my life.
Yup, I was in hell.
“I ain’t gonna hurt you, bitch, yeah? There’s no punishment for what happened in the bar. You said no. That’s all there is to it. No need to be flashing me that tight ass,” I answered in a raspy voice. I quickly cleared my throat. “Ain’t no one gonna rape you either, so get that fuckin’ fear outta your messed-up mind.”
Fuck. I’d drowned. I’d drowned and this was my hell.
Lilah’s head whipped around and her eyes opened. I bit my bottom lip to keep my mouth shut. It took all my willpower not to jump forward, throw her on her back, and suck one of those red as fuck nipples into my mouth through the practically non-existent material. Her stomach was flat and toned, her legs long, and… and her pussy, Jesus Christ, it was perfect! Fuck me sideways, her pussy was all fuckin’ pink and hairless, the wet material suctioned to her skin showing, in explicit detail, the apex of her thighs.
I swear I was gonna shoot a load in my jeans. Like a fuckin’ teenage boy who found his first ever beaver shot in Playboy.
Lilah suddenly whimpered, ripping me from my staring. Her lip trembled and her eyes filled with tears as she stumbled, backing up to reach for her discarded dress on the ground, tripping over her feet as she tried to get away.
“Lilah! Calm the fuck down!” I found the voice to call.
She turned as she hurried to put her dress on. She pushed her hand out, almost smashing it into my chest. “No… please. I am the one who is shamed. I am a shameful, sinful woman. I did not mean to tempt you. Please do not take me… please…”
She was freaking the fuck out so I stopped and turned away. And hell, it was hard to do. I could stare at this bitch’s stacked frame all damn day.
But a woman whining and bitching? Nah, couldn’t deal with one second of that shit.
“There, I’ve turned, no temptation,” I said. “Tell me when you’re dressed and then you and me are gonna talk.” I couldn’t hear anything behind me after a few minutes of rustling, and I frowned. “Lilah?” I asked again. Still nothing.
Cautiously turning around, brushing my long wet hair from my face, I glimpsed the bottom of Lilah’s fuckin’ ugly gray dress disappearing into the woods.
“Psycho fuckin’ bitch!” I spat, picking up my discarded cut and throwing it over my wet shirt. Setting off at a sprint, it didn’t take me long to close in on her. She may be lithe and fast, but she wasn’t faster than me.
Casting a terrified glimpse behind her, obviously hearing my footsteps, she cried out when she saw me giving chase.
“Lilah!” I shouted, but she didn’t let up, making me feel like we were in some fucked-up redneck horror movie.
It left me one choice: tackle the bitch. If she ran back into the club screaming and crying, telling Mae she’d offered herself to me, that I’d seen her naked, Styx was gonna kill me for sure, or at best leave me some scars with his German blade. And that shit weren’t happening. I was too fuckin’ good-looking to be wearing ugly red scars.
Lilah turned onto the dirt path heading up the hill to the clubhouse, when I reached out my arms, wrapped them around her waist, and tackled her to the ground, turning us midair so I took the brunt of the fall.
“NO!” Lilah cried again and flailed to be free, digging her elbows into my ribs. I gripped on tight, trying my damnedest not to pay much attention to her full right tit my hand was practically cupping.
Taking advantage of her leaning to the side, I rolled us over, taking her wrist and trapping her hands above her head as I straddled her waist, my chest almost touching hers. “Bitch, stop!” I ordered as her tight body wriggled beneath me and my hair fell forward to cage around her damp and frightened face.
Her legs stilled, her breath came hard, and her chest rose up and down at a crazy speed. Her eyes darted from side to side, looking for a way out of my grasp, and her cheeks were red with too much exertion.
Eventually her big blues locked on mine. Then I almost couldn’t breathe. Inhaling deep, I shook some sense back into my pussy-fogged mind and asked, “You done yet?”
Lilah’s lips pursed and she slowly nodded her head.
My eyes dropped to see her gray dress back in place and her hair messy and slicked back from running, trapped under the white—and now dirt-ridden—headdress. My gaze followed up her chest, her slim throat, her flush cheeks and refocused on her eyes.
Tears filled her stare and she whispered, “Please… do not hurt me…”
A pain shot through my chest at her broken voice, but her being scared of me just damn right pissed me off. “Why did you run?”
Panic flashed across her face. “Please—”
“Answer my fuckin’ question. Why did you run?”
Lilah’s wet pink tongue peeked out and ran across her bottom lip. I felt that lick all the way to my dick. This bitch was killing me.
Her breath stuttered, but she managed to reply, “I am scared… I am so scared of everything… of your world… of you… I do not want to be taken against my will again… I am so afraid…”
Closing my eyes at her words, feeling an ache in my chest. Sympathy? I took a deep breath and looked down again. Her timid blue eyes were fixed on mine, only to drop briefly to my lips and back again. She blushed even more as her thighs squeezed together and her legs squirmed beneath me.
Then I felt it. Like some electric current zapping through my body, my cock wanted in her… bad.
Before I knew it, my thumbs began caressing the soft damp skin on her wrists and I drank in the sight of her lying underneath me. The pilgrim blonde… the fucked-up pilgrim blonde that I had to fix and make normal for Styx… I was beginning to think it was an impossible task. The bitch was almost as tapped in the head as Flame.
How the fuck did you get through to this level of crazy?
Lilah’s head slowly tipped back to our hands and she frowned at the movement of my thumbs. I took the opportunity to lean down and place my lips at her ear.
Christ, she smelled good, some sweet vanilla scent pouring from her wet skin. It made me want to lick her, wrap my hands in her long blond hair, and kiss the fuck out of her pouting lips.
A sharp inhale of breath told me she’d noticed where my mouth was, and I could feel her pounding heart against my chest.
“Ky…” she whispered, and I gritted my teeth at her breathy voice. Hell, she was a fuckin’ temptress. I’d never been so turned on in my life.
Yup, I was in hell.
“I ain’t gonna hurt you, bitch, yeah? There’s no punishment for what happened in the bar. You said no. That’s all there is to it. No need to be flashing me that tight ass,” I answered in a raspy voice. I quickly cleared my throat. “Ain’t no one gonna rape you either, so get that fuckin’ fear outta your messed-up mind.”
