Heart Recaptured
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Crawling on the bed, I hovered over Lilah until my lips brushed against hers and my dick ran up and down her wet pussy.
“I wanna take you raw, Li,” I said. “I got checked this week. I’m clean. Your blood came back from the hospital all clear, and they gave you a birth control shot. I want to feel that cunt of yours strangling my cock. Yeah?”
Lilah lifted her hand around the back of my neck and brought me to her lips. Her hips began to move. I broke away just as I was about ram my dick into her hot, wet pussy.
“Yes, Ky, please take me. All of me… without temptation.”
That was all the permission I needed, and fisting Lilah’s hair, I lined up my cock and thrust it into her pussy, filling her to the hilt.
A strangled moan rose from Lilah’s mouth. Her hands clamped onto my back and proceeded to rake my skin. Christ, it felt good, warm, wet, and fucking perfect.
My hips started to move, the feeling of her clenching around my cock driving me insane. Angling my head, I pressed my lips against hers and pumped even harder into her cunt. My tongue plunged into her mouth, and I swallowed every single one of her moans. I wanted to thrust in as deep as possible, wanted to mark her, have her as mine, to replace any fucking trace of that bastard Micah.
“Ky…” Lilah moaned as her hips worked in sync with mine. But I wanted more, I needed to see her come, had to watch her beautiful fucking face.
Rolling on my back, Lilah gasped as she straddled my hips, me still buried deep inside. Her hand planted on my chest and her blue eyes looked down at me in shock.
“Ride me, baby.” I growled my command as I lifted my hands to grip at her hips tightly.
Lilah’s head tipped back as I thrust within her. Her nipples were rock hard, her fat tits bouncing in rhythm. “Ky, that feels…” she murmured, trailing off into a long moan, that tongue of hers licking around her lips, her fingernails scratching my pecs.
Lilah’s hips began rolling harder, fucking instinct taking hold, and I stared at her flush face. Her eyes closed, and I groaned when my woman rode me even harder, picking up speed by the second.
Slipping a hand from her hips, I grabbed her pussy, circling her fat clit with my thumb. Lilah’s eyes snapped wide open. She started shaking. Her hips jerked and the way her tight cunt was squeezing my cock, I knew she was about to come.
My thumb circled faster. A flush made her skin glow, and I pumped my cock harder still. Lilah’s head threw back and she screamed out my name, her pussy tight as a fist, locking down my cock so I couldn’t see straight. I came so damn hard.
Lilah panted hard as we both stilled and our gazes locked. I never saw no scar on her face. All I saw was my woman, my old lady… my fuckin’ life.
Gripping her wrist, I pulled her forward until her tits hit my chest. My thumb rubbed along her temple to jaw scar. Lilah’s expression became guarded.
“I fuckin’ love you,” I said, and tears filled Lilah’s eyes.
“And I love you, Kyler.”
I drank in her every feature and whispered, “Rebekah…”
Lilah stilled and her lips began to tremble. “How… how did you know to call me that?”
“I met your sister when I rescued you. She told me your real name.”
“Phebe?” Lilah whispered, tears now in full flow.
“Yeah, she wanted me to save you.”
Lilah glanced away. She said no more on the topic of her sister.
When she faced me again, she said, “Please, do not call me by that name, Ky.”
“Why?”
Lilah’s head lowered onto my chest and she pressed a kiss to my sweaty skin. “Because I do not know the girl with that name. Although I have lived in the body of Delilah the Cursed my whole life, you have only ever known me as Lilah. I am Lilah now. The name Rebekah died when she was taken as a child.”
My heart dropped like a stone at the fucking gutting pain her voice. But I pulled her to my mouth and murmured, “Lilah. My old lady.”
Lilah edged back and blinked.
Smiling, I ran my hand down her back and then to her tight ass, squeezing the flesh. “Get dressed,” I ordered.
Lilah frowned. “Why?” She dipped her head, her finger tracing the tattooed noose on my chest, and said, “I am perfectly content here, with you. I do not mind staying right here in this bed with you for a while longer.”
“That good of a fuck, am I?” I joked.
Lilah blushed and said, “You know you are handsome. Incredibly so… and very skilled at… that.”
Laughing and throwing Li a wink, I gripped her ass, lifted her off the bed, and said, “Get dressed. And into pants.”
Lilah shook her head. “I cannot. ‘A woman must not wear men’s clothing, nor a man wear women’s clothing, for the LORD your God detests anyone who does this.’ Deuteronomy 22:5.”
Blowing an exasperated breath outta my mouth, I said, “Li, we ain’t doing this again.”
“Ky, although not at The Order, I cannot deny who I am. I cannot deny my faith.”
Walking to my woman, getting real fucking turned on watching my cum running down her thighs, I cupped her face and said, “Then wear a dress, but you need to wear leathers underneath. Beauty filled your closet. There’ll be some in there.”
Lilah’s mouth swung open in shock. “I have a closet, here?”
“Yeah, sweet cheeks, you do. So do I. And just so you know, I ain’t wanting you to dress like a man. I like my woman to look like a fuckin’ woman, not a brother. I’m not into dick.”
Lilah fought back a smile and nodded. “I shall wear leathers under a dress.”
“Good,” I said firmly and went to get dressed. “‘Cause I’m finally getting you on the back of my bike. This time it’s gonna happen.”
I heard Lilah’s nervous gasp.
But I fucking ignored it.
*****
“Ready?” I asked as Lilah’s arms wrapped around my waist.
She nodded into my back and her grip tightened on my cut. “Yes.”
Heeling up the kickstand, the engine of my Harley roared and we rolled down the dirt road and out onto the country road that went past the compound. Lilah’s hands were iron as they held on to my waist, but I couldn’t take the fucking shit-eating grin off my face. I had my old lady on my bike, wind slapping my face, freedom of the road, and two wheels burning up asphalt.
“I wanna take you raw, Li,” I said. “I got checked this week. I’m clean. Your blood came back from the hospital all clear, and they gave you a birth control shot. I want to feel that cunt of yours strangling my cock. Yeah?”
Lilah lifted her hand around the back of my neck and brought me to her lips. Her hips began to move. I broke away just as I was about ram my dick into her hot, wet pussy.
“Yes, Ky, please take me. All of me… without temptation.”
That was all the permission I needed, and fisting Lilah’s hair, I lined up my cock and thrust it into her pussy, filling her to the hilt.
A strangled moan rose from Lilah’s mouth. Her hands clamped onto my back and proceeded to rake my skin. Christ, it felt good, warm, wet, and fucking perfect.
My hips started to move, the feeling of her clenching around my cock driving me insane. Angling my head, I pressed my lips against hers and pumped even harder into her cunt. My tongue plunged into her mouth, and I swallowed every single one of her moans. I wanted to thrust in as deep as possible, wanted to mark her, have her as mine, to replace any fucking trace of that bastard Micah.
“Ky…” Lilah moaned as her hips worked in sync with mine. But I wanted more, I needed to see her come, had to watch her beautiful fucking face.
Rolling on my back, Lilah gasped as she straddled my hips, me still buried deep inside. Her hand planted on my chest and her blue eyes looked down at me in shock.
“Ride me, baby.” I growled my command as I lifted my hands to grip at her hips tightly.
Lilah’s head tipped back as I thrust within her. Her nipples were rock hard, her fat tits bouncing in rhythm. “Ky, that feels…” she murmured, trailing off into a long moan, that tongue of hers licking around her lips, her fingernails scratching my pecs.
Lilah’s hips began rolling harder, fucking instinct taking hold, and I stared at her flush face. Her eyes closed, and I groaned when my woman rode me even harder, picking up speed by the second.
Slipping a hand from her hips, I grabbed her pussy, circling her fat clit with my thumb. Lilah’s eyes snapped wide open. She started shaking. Her hips jerked and the way her tight cunt was squeezing my cock, I knew she was about to come.
My thumb circled faster. A flush made her skin glow, and I pumped my cock harder still. Lilah’s head threw back and she screamed out my name, her pussy tight as a fist, locking down my cock so I couldn’t see straight. I came so damn hard.
Lilah panted hard as we both stilled and our gazes locked. I never saw no scar on her face. All I saw was my woman, my old lady… my fuckin’ life.
Gripping her wrist, I pulled her forward until her tits hit my chest. My thumb rubbed along her temple to jaw scar. Lilah’s expression became guarded.
“I fuckin’ love you,” I said, and tears filled Lilah’s eyes.
“And I love you, Kyler.”
I drank in her every feature and whispered, “Rebekah…”
Lilah stilled and her lips began to tremble. “How… how did you know to call me that?”
“I met your sister when I rescued you. She told me your real name.”
“Phebe?” Lilah whispered, tears now in full flow.
“Yeah, she wanted me to save you.”
Lilah glanced away. She said no more on the topic of her sister.
When she faced me again, she said, “Please, do not call me by that name, Ky.”
“Why?”
Lilah’s head lowered onto my chest and she pressed a kiss to my sweaty skin. “Because I do not know the girl with that name. Although I have lived in the body of Delilah the Cursed my whole life, you have only ever known me as Lilah. I am Lilah now. The name Rebekah died when she was taken as a child.”
My heart dropped like a stone at the fucking gutting pain her voice. But I pulled her to my mouth and murmured, “Lilah. My old lady.”
Lilah edged back and blinked.
Smiling, I ran my hand down her back and then to her tight ass, squeezing the flesh. “Get dressed,” I ordered.
Lilah frowned. “Why?” She dipped her head, her finger tracing the tattooed noose on my chest, and said, “I am perfectly content here, with you. I do not mind staying right here in this bed with you for a while longer.”
“That good of a fuck, am I?” I joked.
Lilah blushed and said, “You know you are handsome. Incredibly so… and very skilled at… that.”
Laughing and throwing Li a wink, I gripped her ass, lifted her off the bed, and said, “Get dressed. And into pants.”
Lilah shook her head. “I cannot. ‘A woman must not wear men’s clothing, nor a man wear women’s clothing, for the LORD your God detests anyone who does this.’ Deuteronomy 22:5.”
Blowing an exasperated breath outta my mouth, I said, “Li, we ain’t doing this again.”
“Ky, although not at The Order, I cannot deny who I am. I cannot deny my faith.”
Walking to my woman, getting real fucking turned on watching my cum running down her thighs, I cupped her face and said, “Then wear a dress, but you need to wear leathers underneath. Beauty filled your closet. There’ll be some in there.”
Lilah’s mouth swung open in shock. “I have a closet, here?”
“Yeah, sweet cheeks, you do. So do I. And just so you know, I ain’t wanting you to dress like a man. I like my woman to look like a fuckin’ woman, not a brother. I’m not into dick.”
Lilah fought back a smile and nodded. “I shall wear leathers under a dress.”
“Good,” I said firmly and went to get dressed. “‘Cause I’m finally getting you on the back of my bike. This time it’s gonna happen.”
I heard Lilah’s nervous gasp.
But I fucking ignored it.
*****
“Ready?” I asked as Lilah’s arms wrapped around my waist.
She nodded into my back and her grip tightened on my cut. “Yes.”
Heeling up the kickstand, the engine of my Harley roared and we rolled down the dirt road and out onto the country road that went past the compound. Lilah’s hands were iron as they held on to my waist, but I couldn’t take the fucking shit-eating grin off my face. I had my old lady on my bike, wind slapping my face, freedom of the road, and two wheels burning up asphalt.
