Chapter 18

H er fighting is turning me on, the sensual sounds of her groans and heavy breathing only heighten my desire. I stare at her intently, hoping she can sense just how badly I want, no, need her. It's as if she's moving in slow motion, as she winds down from the intensity of the workout. Her movements are slow. Her skin is glistening with sweat. She is all I can think about. She turns her face towards me, a wicked smile playing on her lips - a look that suggests she has something planned. Intrigued, I arch an eyebrow, our eyes locked as she bends over stretching her hamstrings. Her cheeks are flushed and her breathing has increased. Slowly, her hands caress her form, lingering over her breasts. I can't help but groan, wishing it was my touch eliciting such a response from her. Wishing that it was me making her feel good.

"What are you doing, Princess?" my voice comes out with a slight rasp that almost sounds strained. She grabs the zipper of her sports bra, slowly dragging it down. Her breasts bounce slightly as they become fully exposed. Her nipples harden as her hands knead at those glorious mounds. She teases the tight rosy buds between her fingers, pulling enough to elicit a soft moan from her lips. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment before she reopens them, her pupils dilated with lust.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" she taunts. Her hands trail teasingly across her body, back and forth. I raise my clenched fist to my mouth and bite down, letting the pain course through me.

"You want me to make you feel good, Princess?" I step closer as she continues to nod. "Words, baby." I say while closing the distance between us. She lifts her head to look up at me as her perky breasts brush against my chest. Her intoxicating scent of strawberries and sweat overwhelms me, threatening to shatter my self-control.

"Yes, please," she pants. I slam my mouth against her luscious lips. She opens up for me, allowing me to kiss her with everything that I have. Our tongues move together in a rapid dance while the electricity courses through my body. My dick strains against my pants as each moment goes by. My hands roam her curves, as I pull her close. I grip her ass, lifting her up, and her legs wrap around me with ease.

Walking over to the nearby exercise bench and gently placing her on it, I begin grinding myself against her covered pussy. Kissing her as her moans grow louder against my lips. She tastes like heaven, like my salvation. I can't keep my hands, or my mouth off her. I trace the shape of her jaw with my lips, and tongue. Tasting the salt from the sweat and honey from her skin as I kiss from her neck down to her perfect tits. Grabbing one of her breasts and taking the other in my mouth, teasing her with my tongue - something I have longed for, for so long. Her sweet pants and moans fuel me as I continue making my way down her body. My fingers tracing the waistband of her leggings. Slowly, I bring them down, kissing every inch of her exposed legs until I can throw the leggings on the floor. Kissing back up her legs, I patiently make my way back up to her achingly wet pussy.

"You taste so fucking good," I groan as I savor the sweet tase of her pussy. Slowly, I work back up her cunt, keeping my mouth firmly in place. Licking, tasting and sucking, there is no part of me that wants to ever remove my lips from her flesh. I plunge my tongue in and out of her perfect cunt, devouring her as if I'll never get a taste of her again. She squirms away from me as her orgasm begins to build, but I'm not letting her escape. Grabbing her by the ass, I pull her closer, determined to bring her over the edge.

"Fuck Princess, you're so wet for me. Are you imagining my cock inside you?" I murmur, my voice thick with desire.

"Y-Yes," she moans. Her body trembles under my touch, as my name escapes her lips in aplea for me to claim her, mark her and make her mine. Reluctantly, I pull away from her, already missing the warmth of her body as she comes down from the bliss of her orgasm. I need to get her into her room, before one of the guys discovers us in here and I have to kill the fucker. Gathering up her clothes, I help her dress, then scoop her into my arms. She snuggles against my chest, her breath on my neck sends a shiver through me. She could walk, but I want to care for her. I long to make her mine, to fuck her until she can't fucking walk, but for now, I focus on getting her to the privacy of her room.

Carefully I carry her up two flights of stairs, and gently place her on the queen sized bed. It's already late, she will want to rest. A bath sounds like the perfect way for her tounwind before settling in for the night. I go into the bathroom and start running a bath, making sure to test the warmth of the water between my fingers before reaching for the lavender scented bubbles sitting on the side of the tub. Once the bath is partially filled, I pour a generous amount of the bubbles turning the clear water into a soft shade of purple.

Despite my own lingering ache in my balls, I want to focus my attention on my girl. Once the bath has been filled, I shut the water off and walk back towards her room. Our eyes meet as I walk through the threshold leaving me completely hypnotized by her. I struggle to find the words to express the depth of my feelings, so I hope she can see just how much I need her with the way I look back at her honey brown eyes.

I'm here, Princess. I'll always be here.

Once she's naked I pick her up once more, slowly walking her to the bathroom and gently placing her inside the warm purple water.

"What are you thinking about, Princess?" I ask, sitting on the edge of the bath as my hands gently massage her scalp causing her to moan in satisfaction. My dick twitches in my pants reminding me of the hard on I was left with.

"I never want to stop," she sighs. Her cheeks flush a slight pink with a hint of embarrassment, she opens her mouth to speak again but no words come out. Lifting her chin, I force her to look at me, "You're fucking perfect," I whisper. I'm not sure of what I'm feeling but from the moment I saw her at the bar, I knew I had to have her. I want her more than I've ever wanted another person. The taste of her still lingers on my tongue, cementing the fact that she is mine.

"Tell me something about you," she says after moments of silence. I look up at her debating if I should tell her my truth, the truth of my past or of why I came into my business. How can I say, I enjoy the violence, without scaring her .

"Well, I never met my dad. He bailed on my mom before I came along, and my mom passed away when I was young from cancer. I really didn't have much going for me until I went to boot camp." I admit, hoping that's the end of the conversation. I don't want to go into the depths of everything I've been through, especially a life in the military. I'm sure that going through the lists of murders I've been a part of would ruin the mood right now.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, "I know it's not easy. My mama died when I was a kid, in retaliation." she shrugs as she stares blankly at the wall in front of us.

"It's why I learned how to fight, or at least wanted to learn. My father doesn't know, luckily my brothers have been able to keep an eye on me while I continue to go." I chuckle at her innocence.

"They want to keep you safe, learning to fight helps with that." I want to be honest with her so she knows that the world is beyond dangerous for her right now. Her brothers allowed her to sneak out before, and they are lucky nothing happened when she had.

"The war is only going to get worse, isn't it?" It wasn't a question I could answer, she already knew that it would be bad if they asked me to watch her.

"Your family will get through it. I'm sure of it." Although a part of me feels as though I just jinxed us trying to comfort her. Like something would come and take her away from me.

My Dolcezza. I'll never allow it. She's mine.