Chapter 6

Relief fallsover me when my lips press to hers, knowing she has finally woken. I knew the doctor told me that she would be okay, but I still worried. I paced the end of the bed for hours. I'm surprised I didn"t wear a track in the rug. It took my mom finally calming me down and telling me to go find out more about my girl before I finally pulled myself away. She reassured me she would stay by her side and keep an eye on her.

Her soft lips mold easily against mine, and a sweet vanilla scent envelops me. A small moan leaves her lips. Her fingers dig into the front of my shirt. I pull her closer to me, delving my hand into her long silken locks of hair. I never knew something could be so soft before her. I lick the seam of her mouth, wanting her to open for me. I need more of her sweet taste.

She does as I command. I slide my tongue between her parted lips, deepening the kiss. I have to fight walking her back to the bed and tossing her down onto it and taking what will soon be mine. I want to do this right. She has lost so much in her life already. I want to make sure everything from this point on is perfect, more than she could have ever hoped for.

If someone told me I'd be acting and thinking this way when I woke up this morning I would have laughed. How wrong I would have been. I've never felt such a connection to a person before and I don't even really know her yet. But it"s there. I can feel it.

Reluctantly I pull my mouth from her, resting my forehead on hers. We are both breathing heavily. I have to close my eyes for a moment. The sight of her swollen lips and reddened cheeks make me want to kiss her all over again, and I know where that will lead. Taking a few calming breaths, I open my eyes when feel her release the hold she has on me.

I grab her wrist, placing her hands back onto my chest. "Don't pull away," I tell her gently, watching the blush run all the way down to her neck.

"That was amazing," she whispers with a small hitch in her breath. I run my thumb across her swollen lips.

"You're what's amazing, princess," I tell her.

She gives me a small smile. "I'm not really a princess." She shakes her head and looking up at me through those thick eyelashes.

"I know." She's my princess. "But you'll be queen soon enough." Her lips part a little in a small gasp, and I kiss her quickly, silencing any rebuttal she might have before grabbing her hand and pulling her over towards the sitting area. I know I need to feed her. I want to show her that her needs will always come before mine, no matter that my cock is the hardest it's ever been in my life and I want nothing more than to toss her onto the bed and have my way with her. I'm going to do what she needs. Not me. Always.

I sit down in one of the chairs. She goes to sit in another, but I pull our linked hands and send her falling into my lap. She lets out a little giggle-snort, making me smile for the first time in hours. I bury my face in her hair for a moment, breathing her in, reminding myself that she is okay. I smell my own shampoo on her and it makes my cock grow even harder. The thought of her smelling like me satisfies something primal deep within me. I never thought I was such a caveman before. She is pulling that out of me.

I brush my nose along her neck, tickling her and making her wiggle on my lap. She draws in a startled breath when she rubs right against my hard cock, and some cum leaks out, desperate for her. I have to fight back a moan that wants to escape. She wiggles again, and I grab her hip, stilling her. I know that if she keeps doing that I will cum all over myself.

"Let me feed you," I tell her, placing a kiss on her neck before pulling back. I reach for a plate and set it on her lap. "I didn"t know what you'd want, but you can never go wrong with pancakes."

She licks her lips. "I can't remember the last time I had them." I pick up the fork and cut her a small bite before bringing it to her mouth. She parts her lips, taking the bite and moaning quietly at the taste. I grit my teeth to keep from reacting and try to focus on feeding her.

"I can do it, you know." She glances over at me and biting her lip. I know she can, but I also know she is enjoying this. I think it's been a long time since someone took care of her. I want to have the honor of doing it. It also cools the anger that's still simmering though me at all the things I found out about her uncle and how he's been treated her as if she was a slave. He didn't even send her to school.

"I know you can, but would you allow me the pleasure?" I ask her. She nods, opening her mouth again. She takes another bite from me and lets out another one of those sexy moans. I don't think she knows it's the fucking sexiest thing I've heard in my life. I had no idea a sound could turn me on this way.

I sit the plate down when she is done and hand her something to drink. I can't stop myself from kissing the side of her mouth and licking a smudge of syrup on her lips. "What do you want to do today?" I ask, trying to get my mind focused on something else besides doing what I want to do in this moment.

She shrugs, and her robe falls over her shoulder again, revealing her bare shoulder to me. My eyes go there, and I want to kiss and mark it. "Hopefully my mom will have clothes here soon for you. I can't let you out of the room like this." I lean in and kiss her shoulder, my control slipping. She adjusts her position, letting me have as much room as I want. I give a small nip before making myself pull back. My eyes go to where I left a small mark. It will have to do for now.

Soon I'll have a ring on her finger and an heir in her belly. Then she really will be marked by me. No one will miss that she belongs to me then. "I have some clothes in the bag I was carrying." Yes, I'd seen the rags of nothing she had. They weren"t fit to touch her skin. I wouldn"t allow it.

"We'll be getting you new ones. Ones that are more fitting for someone of your stature." Her eyes search my face. I see so many questions lingering there. "If you don't like them, we will get you something else. We will just make do with whatever my mom gets for now. So you at least have something to cover you."

"Okay." She agrees so sweetly. Even that's a fucking turn on. I wonder if I'll live the rest of my life with a constant hard-on now that I have her.

"How are you feeling?" I ask, focusing on the mark on her face. I didn"t find much satisfaction in the punishment I issued to the guard who struck her. My anger is still bubbling.

"It's fine. I forget about it until I touch it." She tilts her head and raises her hand to her cheek, but I catch it, kissing her palm. "Is the guy I punched okay? I really didn"t mean to. It was just a reaction when he grabbed me."

Jesus. She's so fucking sweet. I can't believe she's worried about him. "You didn"t hurt him," I tell her and nothing more. She doesn"t need to know what I did. I'm guessing that wouldn"t sit so well with her if she's worried about the punch she gave him. I release her hand, and she brings it to my face. I lean into her touch.

"Thank you for everything you're doing for me. You'll never know what you saved me from." My gut clenches at the idea of what her uncle might have done with her. He's a drunk who was always looking for easy month from what I gathered. I'm still not sure what I'm going to do with him yet. Not until I learn more about how he treated her.

"I'd do anything for you," I vow to her, because she has no idea how she saved me, too.