Chapter 23

Chapter

Twenty-Three

SEER

S atin surrounds me. Warm, wet, velvety walls destroy my calm. I clutch her hips to keep her from moving and stare at her face, dumbfounded.

"What did you just say?" I need her to repeat it.

"I. Claim. You." Her words are rough with emotion and a twinge of pain as she forces her body to accept the last few inches of me.

I groan at how good she feels.

"Leah, Baby," I cup her face at a complete loss for words.

"Move," that one word is like an ice water thrown on my face.

It stuns me and makes me freeze the tiny movements I was taking to kiss her.

"Fabien, I need you to move. I want to feel you. Please make the ache go away." Oh.

She means for us to keep going, not stop.

"I'll take it slow," I vow as I shift us carefully so she's under me.

"I don't want slow. I'm burning alive," her hands move to my back, and her nails dig in, making me hiss.

"It's your first time, Baby. Rough isn't what you need." I plead as I draw my hips back slowly.

"Don't you dare tell me what I need! I want you to fuck me. You can make love to me later. Right now, show me what you've been dreaming of doing to me. Don't hold back." My brain turns off, and restraint goes flying out the window.

I lift her left leg and change my angle, plunging into her with ruthless abandon.

"Shit," she moans as her back arches off the bed at the sensation.

My hips piston as I drop my head to kiss her. I grind my pelvis into her clit with each downward stroke. I slip one hand under her ass and lift it slightly so I can get deeper.

I want to embed myself in her soul.

I want her so thoroughly sore that with every step she takes tomorrow, her core will be aching from my attention. I want sitting down to be an unbearable sensation from how tender I leave her.

I want to own her pain and every pleasure.

"Fabien," she speaks around my lips as I continue to kiss her tenderly as I ruin her cunt for all others.

"I need you to cum, Baby. Reach down and rub your clit." I'm on the edge of an orgasm that's going to wreck me.

"Together," she hisses as I feel her walls start to flutter around my shaft.

"Leah," I gasp as I start to cum.

I pull out and pump the last of my cum onto her stomach.

"Fuck," I watch as my sperm mixed with her blood trickles out.

I take my thumb and gently rub her folds, then push it all back inside her. Leah moans and I look up from where we were joined moments ago and twist my finger inside her until I rub her g-spot.

"One more," I growl and drop my face down to suck on her clit.

I want my cum deep inside her. God help me, I want her ripe with my child, which means she needs to cum again so it stays right where I put it.

It's a possessive thought and total caveman bullshit, but right now, I need it, so she's going to fucking cum again. I draw her swollen bud between my teeth and bit. Leah screams my name, and I smile, knowing that everyone heard her despite the storm raging outside.

"That's my girl." I kiss her mound and then lay next to her, drawing her close.

"I'll get you a washcloth in a moment. How do you feel?" She's got a goofy grin on her face, and her flush reaches from her cheeks to her breast.

"Like a new woman," I chuckle and turn her face for a kiss.

"Was I too rough?" I tuck her hair behind her ear.

"I have no basis to judge it on, but I feel fantastic, so I think you did alright." The cheek on this one.

"Alright?" I poke her side, and she jumps out of her skin.

"NO," Her eyes turn serious.

"You're ticklish," I wiggle my fingers in her face.

"I"m violent when tickled. Don't," I smile at her warning.

I touch her ribs, and she tries to shimmy away.

I pin her and poke under her ribs with a smile. Her giggles are forced, and her eyes are darker than the storm clouds outside. Then suddenly, I'm on my ass, sitting on the floor, holding my jaw.

"Oh my god! I'm sorry, Fabien. I did warn you." She fumbles out of bed as I lick my lip, coming back with the taste of blood.

"I'll get you some ice." She goes for the door, and before I can remind her she's naked, she flings it open to a very confused Nova.

"Um, Prez?" The man averts his eyes.

Smart.

"Baby, clothes." I stand quickly, grab the sheet off the bed, and wrap her in it.

She yelps and tucks her head into my neck in embarrassment.

"I heard a crash and wanted to make sure it wasn't storm damage. I can see you have everything handled here." Nova turns away, and before I can close the door, he calls over his shoulder.

"Nice punch, Leah," I slam it and pull her away from me by the shoulders.

"I'm sorry I didn't listen. Are you ok?" Her eyes go wide.

"Me? I slugged you! Shit Fabien, I ruined it." She covers her face with both her hands and starts to cry.

"Nothing is ruined." I hug her, and we stand there for a moment, the sounds of the storm our only company, until a thought makes me chuckle.

"This is not funny! Why are you laughing?" I pick her up and lay her on the bed.

I crawl on top of her and kiss her nose.

"This is going to be one hell of a story for our grandchildren." She frowns a moment then her lip turns up.

A small giggle escapes her, and then we're both laughing.

"Blood for blood?" She gasps between breaths.

"Too soon, Baby. That you can save for Kai, he'll enjoy the visual picture." I get up and get her a cloth to clean up, and then she dozes off.

I grab my phone carefully and text Kai.

How's the house?

A few inches of water got in. I know I said I hated the tiles down here, but that was a good call.

I smirk at the memory of that argument. He wanted an expensive wood floor that I knew would get ruined.

We're going to head to bed. I think the worst has passed.

We're already snuggled up.

I watch the dots appear and disappear a few times before a message finally comes through.

Same bed?

Yes…

Clothed?

NOPE

Lucky fuck.

I laugh in the dark, quiet room.

The luckiest.