by Tillie Cole
Sitting up, I began stripping off my cut, my shirt, and my jeans and pulled on some boxers. I usually went commando, but I didn’t wanna scare Lilah, naked and sporting a boner from hell. I needed to grab a shower too, needed to wash the stench of fuckin’ Nazi scum from my skin. As I looked at the clock on my wall, I realized Lilah had been in the shower for a damn age. Twenty minutes had passed, the water was still running, but I couldn’t hear shit from Lilah.
Walking to the door, I pressed my ear against the wood, but nothing, just falling water. Knocking, I asked, “Lilah, you good?”
No answer came, and my heart started racing. “Lilah? Say something.”
Again, sweet fuck all, so I tried the doorknob; it was locked. “Lilah, say something now or I’m coming in,” I warned.
When there was still nothing from the other side, I moved back, then using all my strength, smashed my shoulder against the door, splintering wood as the door burst open.
Steam from the shower clouded the room and I could hardly see my hand before me. “Lilah? Where the fuck are you, baby?”
I caught a sniffling from the shower and followed the sound, the steam clearing some through the open door, allowing me to see Lilah huddled naked on the floor, her arms wrapped around her legs.
“Lilah!” I yelled and threw open the shower door, turned off the water, and dropped to my knees. Lilah was soaking wet. I checked her over with my eyes, not seeing any blood or injury.
“Lilah? Talk to me!” I ordered.
“I cannot get up,” she whispered, her head still down.
I moved forward and searched her legs—nothing.
“Why can’t you get up?”
Lilah’s head lifted and she looked right at me. Her face was pale, she had red rings around her eyes from crying, and her wet waist-length blond hair was stuck to her cheeks.
“I… I began to cleanse, but I kept thinking about what happened just now, the guns, Mae… No more Order… everything, and I dropped to the floor. Now I cannot get back up.”
“Baby…” I trailed off and ran my finger down her cheek. My stomach clenched as I looked at her. I had this overwhelming need to protect her. My insides were almost tearing apart with the need to hold her, to fuckin’ have her close, to stop her shaking, to stop her fear.
“I… I cannot move,” she hushed out and dipped her head. “And I am indecent… I am bared to you. I am sinful, weak…”
Ignoring her self-loathing, I picked up Lilah's body in my arms and carried her out of the bathroom, my bitch still curled up in a ball. Her nose tucked into my neck, her left hand lifted and settled on my cheek. I glanced down, shocked by the action as her finger began tracing the shape of my lips.
I’d killed, in cold blood, more people than I could count. I’d faced death laughing, been shot, stabbed, and sliced… but I’d never felt fear like I was feeling at this moment as I looked down at the most stunning bitch that ever existed, fear that I could’ve lost her, fear that I could lose her still.
Sitting on the bed, I kept her in my arms, pulling the blanket off the end of the mattress and wrapping it around her wet skin.
“You cold?” I asked, my voice sounding way too low.
She shook her head, her hand still on my face, her eyes still fixed on mine. “You saved me,” she whispered, and my stomach flipped. “You… jumped in front of a bullet for me.”
“Yeah,” I rasped, looking on her face, water shining in her eyes.
“You saved me… You saved my life.”
Shifting at the too-high emotion between us, I held her tighter, feeling her bare warm skin in my arms. “Ain’t no way you were dying on me, sweet cheeks.”
Lilah’s finger left my lips to stroke down my chin. “Why am I so important for you to save? I am a burden thrust upon you.”
Gripping her finger, I brought it to my lips and kissed it, my chest almost exploding as I confessed, “Because I fuckin’ love you, Li… I’m fuckin’ insane over you. You ain’t no burden.”
Lilah sucked in a deep breath and her eyes widened. “Ky… why?”
I huffed out a laugh. “Stupid fuckin’ question, sweet cheeks,” I replied. “Like asking me the impossible. I just do. I fuckin’ love your crazy pilgrim ass.”
Lilah stared at me for the longest time before she wet her lips with her tongue, dropping her gaze to my lips. My cock hardened and her eyes shot up to mine, her cheeks blushing scarlet red.
“Really fuckin’ love you,” I added.
Lilah reached up, and with tears filling her eyes, pressed her lips to mine. My hands fisted in her long strands of hair, and I deepened the kiss, my tongue lapping against hers.
My hand left her hair to slowly skirt down her bare arm and over the blanket to grip the back of her thigh.
Our mouths clashed with more fury, and my dick grew harder, so hard it was painful. Lilah pulled away, her eyelids half-mast, fuckin’ punch drunk from our kiss. We were both panting hard and I was working on calming down, but with her tight body squirming on my lap, it wasn’t really going as planned.
“Ky…” she moaned, and I brushed my cheek against hers.
Her breathy voice almost undid me, not to mention I could feel her warm pussy getting wetter over my boxers. “What, baby? Tell me what you fuckin’ need.”
Titling back her head, her big blues bored into mine and she said, “It is wrong, sinful, and depraved of me. But I want to feel you… all of you. I want to feel you join with me. I want you to show me how it feels to be joined with you… in every possible way.”
And that’s when my breathing stopped.
Chapter Fourteen
Lilah
Ky’s eyes widened, and I felt his hardness pulse against my bare behind through the thin material of his undergarment as I spoke those forbidden words out loud. The elders and Prophet David would have declared me a harlot, but right now, it was a title I was content to own.
Ky stared at me, an expression on his face I could not decipher. All his features were sharp and tense, his kissable lips firm, his head of long golden hair wild and untamed. Ky’s hand drifted down my face and his rough but gentle touch was almost transcendent, trancelike.
My cheek instinctively nuzzled into his warm hand as I awaited his answer, drifting on the blissful wave of his affection. Curling my head into the bare skin on his chest, I nervously pressed my lips against the flesh of his shoulder, over his colorful tattoos, mesmerized as it shivered and jerked beneath my mouth.
Ky’s hand raked through my hair and he took in a long, ragged breath. “Lilah…” he hissed softly, his fist tightening in my wet hair. I risked a glance at his face to see his head tipped back, his eyes squeezed shut, and his teeth running over his bottom lip.
Hands shaking at the enormity of what I was about to do, I found the edge of the blanket without breaking my gaze on Ky and pushed the thick material to the floor, my naked body revealed and out on full display.
Hearing the blanket drop, Ky tilted down his head, his beautiful blue eyes opening and flaring with unmistakable passion when he drank in the sight of my bareness.
I combed my hand through his long blond hair and fixed my stare on his bulging arms, the muscles taut and defined. Carefully lifting my legs from his lap, I managed to stand on shaky feet, my back to Ky.
Smoothing my long hair over my left shoulder, the damp strands lying over my left breast, I sucked in a fortifying breath and slowly turned, keeping my eyes firmly to the ground, obeisant and meek, as a woman must be toward a man.
I had not been fully bare to any man but Brother Noah before this day, and it was taking all my strength not to run away and cover my flesh. My mind and heart warred over the protection of my virtue. Scripture raced through my conscience. Flee from sexual immorality. Any other sin a person commits is outside his body, but the person who sins sexually, sins against his own body.
Prophet David taught that to join with anyone outside The Order was to bed Satan himself. As a Cursed, to join with anyo
ne who was not a blessed handpicked servant of God, a chosen elder, was unforgiveable, punishable in the fires of hell. My head told me to keep my faith, that this was a test from God, that Ky was my temptation, and to hold out for my people’s salvation. But my heart told me I should be with him, that Mae was correct and The Order and my prophet were no more.
Ky, in his own way, had proven over and over again that he could be strong and protect me, starting with the slaughter of Brother Noah, a man he thought would be best rid from this earth—Ky was unaware that Brother Noah had been essential to my salvation. As I thought of the tall, handsome man behind me, my core grew hot and my thighs clenched together with need. He protected me, shunned other women to stay with me. Insatiable need to join with him drove me at this very moment. It was singular and completely against all I held ideal, but I wanted him… I was going to give in.
Feeling a provocative tingle ghost down my spine, I gasped and spun around only to find Ky’s hand outstretched, his finger held midair.
“Fuck, Lilah…” he hissed and rubbed along his manhood as he let his enamored eyes run from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I swayed lightly on my feet while under his scrutiny, until his stare once again found mine.
He held out his hand; I accepted. He pulled me to his chest, flesh against flesh, racing heart against racing heart. Plunging his hand into the mass of my hair, Ky jerked me forward, a pained moan tearing from his throat, and his lips crashed against mine, tongue darting into my mouth. A firm hand gripped my waist, then ran down to my behind, kneading at the flesh, a long groan slipping from his busy lips.
Ky tore his mouth away. His lips and teeth sucked and nipped at the side of neck, my eyes rolling back at the intense swirling in my stomach, at the unbearable heat and pressure building in my core and my breasts.
Ky’s hot mouth moved down to my chest, and I felt his finger lower toward my heat. I suddenly cried out as the tip ran along the opening, circling and rubbing against something that was sending lightning bolts of pleasure through my body.
“Ky!” I shouted and my eyes found his. “I cannot… What is…? That feels… feels…”
“Fuckin’ perfect, baby. You’re so wet… I need to fuck you… I need to feel you wrapped around my cock.”
Pulling from his grasp, I lowered my head in submission and moved toward the bed. Crawling on the mattress, Ky jumped off the edge and watched me like a hawk as he tucked his fingers into the side of his undergarment and began pulling them down, freeing his large, erect manhood from its confines.
I swallowed hard as I gazed lustfully at Ky, naked and very ready. He was perfect. He was breathtakingly beautiful, and he was looking upon me with a stare that made my heart soar to the heavens.
Nothing about him seemed sinful or damned right at this moment. Nothing about joining with him seemed wrong or immoral. Brother Noah never looked upon me in such a way; there was never love or sensuality in his eyes as he took me so brutally, so aggressively. But Ky, I saw everything within Ky. Being joined with him carnally called to me, just as strongly as I was called to my faith.
He wanted me like no other man ever had… unconditionally. And I yearned to feel, if only for a brief moment, what this truly felt like, what Mae felt with Styx.
Ky took tentative steps forward, his hard body lithe and sculpted. I waited for him on my back. Closing my eyes, I held my breath, waiting for the moment Ky’s hands would touch my skin. I could not tolerate the wait, strong unknown desires ridding me of my fears.
“Lilah,” Ky growled in a low voice, and I tensed. Ky’s hand then landed on my chest, and with his fingertips, he caressed down between my breasts with the touch of a feather. I could not help but open my eyes. I needed to see him… to watch him.
Leaning forward, Ky brushed a kiss on my cheek. I inhaled… Smoke and the whisper of oil and leather. It was the smell of comfort to me.
Ky’s lips kissed all across my face until they ran softly over mine. Pressing himself farther against my body, his fingers, drifting north to push away the hair from my face and he leaned back, breaking from my mouth, his attention firmly on me.
The air crackled, like electricity was between us. My hips rolled as a desperate sensation flooded between my legs, and my back arched, a moan leaving my lips.
Dragging his teeth on his lower lip, Ky used his massive strength to roll me onto my back and he hovered above me, his face just a hairsbreadth from mine, his warm sweet breath blowing against my cheek, causing me to feel his dominance down to my bones.
“I’m gonna treat you real good, show you how it is to be with a man. No, not just any man, how it is to be with me,” he emphasized.
Nudging my legs apart and placing his large body between them, his hips thrust up against mine. I gasped at this foreign feeling.
Ky’s hand ran up my waist and gently cupped my breast, his mouth licking and nipping at the flesh before he pulled my nipple into his mouth, sending jolts of heat to my core. Moaning, I clutched his hair as I felt stirrings down there, a pulsing, throbbing need.
Ky worked his hips against the apex of my thighs and my eyes widened when I felt his long, hard length flush against me. “Fuck, Lilah, these tits are fuckin’ perfect, fat, firm, and fuckin’ huge… perfect. I’ve been dreaming of them… Tastes better than I ever imagined.”
Groaning, Ky began to move downwards, his tongue lapping every inch of my damp skin—my torso, my stomach and down over my hips. Shock about where he was heading made me arch off the mattress and his palm reached up and flattened on my chest, keeping me down, right where he wanted me.
“Ky, please, what are you doing?” I begged, out of mind with need.
His head lifted just a fraction, enough for his eyes to meet mine, and he asked, “You ever come, baby?”
My heart beat faster as Ky’s finger ran down the slit of my core. I felt wet and hot and a mass of shivers sang out along my skin. “I do not understand your meaning…” I managed to speak, though my voice quivered as it trailed off.
“When the cult cunts fucked you, did you ever like it?”
Feeling the sting of tears springing in my eyes, I shook my head and tried in vain not to break down. I did not need to be reminded of those times, especially when I was in this sacred place with Ky. This was different for me. I wished for no ghosts in this bed.
Ky’s nostrils flared and he pressed a trail of kisses along my hip down to my inner thigh, but clearly seeing my turmoil, he stopped.
Bracing himself on his strong arms, Ky glided up my body until his face was hovering above mine. “Baby, listen to me and listen good.”
I sniffled back the threatening emotion and gave him what he wanted: my attention.
His gaze softened and he tucked my hair behind my ear with his finger, his blond beard tickling the skin on my chest. “I ain’t like them. Yeah, I’m a whore. That ain’t no secret. I’ve fucked around with a long fuckin’ line of sluts. But I ain’t ever done one thing. I’ve never given two shits about a bitch like I do you. I ain’t ever held out for one piece’a pussy like I’ve held out for yours. I’d kill for you, baby. Anyone even comes close to trying to take you away from me and I’ll slit their motherfuckin’ throat. You belong to me, you’re mine, and right now, in this bed, I’m gonna do something else for the very first time. We both are.”
I held my breath, too afraid if I exhaled I would ruin the moment and never know what he would reveal.
“I’m gonna make love to you, Lilah. I’m gonna take you as mine, possess you. ‘Cause there ain’t no one out there… no one else who could do this to me, but you.”
“Ky…” I hushed out and this time embraced the tears as they tumbled down my cheeks. They were the proof Ky should receive that I wanted everything with him too.
Ky sighed and kissed a salty droplet away from each cheek. Pressing his forehead against mine, he inhaled a ragged breath and murmured, “I fuckin’ love you, Lilah. This, us, baby, it’s more than just fucking. You get that
, yeah?”
My inhibitions evaporated at that moment. Clutching my hands on his face, I crushed my lips to his and confessed, “I love you too, so very much. You make me feel safe… I am unafraid when I am with you. You do not know how special that feeling is to me.”
A blinding smile graced his beautiful face and he began crawling stealthily down my body, only to brace himself at my core, his warm breath blowing heavily on my core. “I’m gonna make you feel good. Okay, sweet cheeks?”
I nodded apprehensively. Suddenly, Ky’s tongue swiped along the seam of my core and my hips lifted off the bed. “Ky!” I cried out, too overwhelmed by this unfamiliar sensation.
But Ky did not stop, his tongue flicking relentlessly at my core, his strong arms holding my thighs, and the grunts of pleasure from his mouth vibrated until my back arched and I fisted the sheets.
“Ky, something is happening!” I panicked, feeling out of control, but Ky did not stop. His tongue worked even harder and, suddenly, his finger circled my entrance and, with one gentle thrust, filled me.
An intense sensation overwhelmed my body. My eyes snapped shut as I floated on a wave of pleasure… so much pleasure I could not contain the scream that rose out of my throat and filled the quiet room.
I was beyond breathless as I fought to regain a semblance of rationality. I barely noticed Ky shift up my body. Hand on chest, I opened my eyes to find Ky watching me, hunger in his intense blue stare.
“Ky… what was that?” I asked.
Tipping his head forward, he nuzzled the side of my neck, his hands pinching and rubbing on my breasts. “That ain’t nothing, babe.” He raised his head and slowly licked his lips. “I need to fuck you, Li. Need to fuck you now.”