He’s so gentle with me and it only makes me fall more for him.
He moves down and positions himself between my legs. With his eyes on me, he pushes two fingers inside of me, and then his mouth closes on my clit.
The feeling is so intense, my hips lift from the bed as I grab for his hair.
My lips part as I watch him suck my clit. Every muscle in body tightens. I can’t get a sound out.
He kisses his way back up my body, and when I feel his full weight settle over me, I’m overcome with emotions.
He doesn’t take off his sweats as he settles between my legs. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my pussy. I don’t understand what he plans on doing with the material between us, until his hips thrust forward and the material rubs against me.
I place my hands on his biceps. His thrusts are slow, every brush of the material against me feeling more intense. I can feel the hard outline of his cock, and it makes it feel like my heart is pulsing between my legs. My body starts to tighten and I bite at my bottom lip.
He thrusts against me again, and the head of his cock pushes inside of me. It’s only an inch because the material is holding him back. I wish he would remove the pants so I can feel all of him.
I slip my hands over his back and grab hold of the sweats. I try to push it down. I manage to shove the material from his ass. I glance down between us and see the dark hair covering his pelvis and the hilt of his cock, but the rest is still covered by the sweats.
“Eyes,” he whispers, his voice hoarse.
My eyes settle on his again. Every time he thrusts forward, I feel the muscles in his ass work and it makes me sink my nails into his skin.
I feel restless, as if my body is winding tighter with every thrust. Keeping his body up with one arm, he rubs his cock against my clit until it feels like I’m going to lose my mind.
My body starts to tremble, and the most amazing feeling floods me. My hips start to move on their own and I push up against Adam just as he thrusts forward and the friction is wonderful. I gasp at the powerful feeling of feeling him against me.
There are no sounds of slapping skin. There’s no pain. No grunts. No filthy words.
There’s only us.
I bring my hands to his face, cupping his jaw. I look into his eyes and I see how much he cares about me. He’s not using my body for his pleasure.
Tears well in my eyes, as he tenderly moves against me, making a whimper escapes from me.
He keeps the torturous slow pace until it feels like I’m going to explode.
Delicious sensations wash over me, robbing me of my breath. My body tightens until I can’t move.
As I come apart under him, his breathing speeds ups. He drinks in the sight of me coming and it makes the waves of ecstasy hit even harder.
I watch as his lips part and his breaths rush from him. He doesn’t grunt or slam into me as he comes. His body trembles with mine until we both slump down from the passionate moment we just shared.
I’ve never felt so safe, so loved and so treasured before, and the emotions overwhelm me.
Adam~
“I’m going to be gone for a few days,” I whisper.
She lifts her head from my chest. “Where are you going?”
I clear my throat. “I’m going with Jack. We’re going to set Cameron’s place on fire. Jack needs revenge so he can move on.” I’m not going to lie to her, especially not after the moment we shared tonight. I haven’t even been inside of her yet, but she owns me.
“What if they catch you?” Her voice trembles with fear, and I hate that it’s because of me.
“I’ll make sure they don’t catch us. We’re going to do it at night. Cameron keeps his guards on the inside. They won’t see us coming until it’s too late.”
Her eyes start to shimmer with tears and she bites into her cheek. She shakes her head and it makes her hair brush over her breasts.
I reach for her and pull her back on top of me. I pull her right against my chest and kiss her slowly.
“Let me just love you, Sophia. Everything will be okay.”
“Promise,” she whispers against my lips.
“I promise I’ll always be with you.”
She wraps her fingers tightly around my cock, and starts to stroke me. It took everything I had to not lose my control earlier. I’m not sure I can do that again.
“Fuck,” I growl as she tightens her fist around my cock.
She presses her mouth to my ear and whispers, “I want to feel you inside me, Adam.” I roll her over onto her back. “I want you to come inside me.” I push myself up and then kiss my way down her body.
When I reach her pussy, I lick her in one hard stroke. She grabs at me with both of her hands, her fingers twisting in my hair. I push my tongue into her, and it makes her hips jerk with pleasure. I glance up at her and watch as her breaths race over her lips, her cheeks flushed.
I suck at her clit and it makes her suck in a sharp breath. I keep thrusting my tongue inside of her until her hips start to jerk, and she starts to rub her pussy against my mouth.
I crawl back up her trembling body and reach for the bedside table. I grab a condom from the drawer and quickly put it on. I settle my body over hers, relishing in the feel of her soft curves under me.
I caress her breasts and brush my hand down the length of her body. Positioning my cock at her entrance, I keep my eyes locked with hers as I push inside of her.
When I’m seated to the hilt, I press my mouth hard against hers, kissing her with everything I feel for her.
She grabs hold of my shoulders, digging her nails into my skin.
She fills every part of me until there’s only her.
Our bodies start to move in perfect sync until we’re trembling as we come. I don’t pull out but move slowly in and out of her. I memorize the feel of her, her wild hair, her parted lips, her blue eyes – every single thing.
Sophia~
Adam slipped away while I was sleeping. I try to help Miss Ella but I’m just getting in the way. After a while I give up and I go sit out front on the patio. My eyes are glued to the road. I don’t move unless it’s to use the bathroom.
When night falls, River comes out with a blanket. She doesn’t say anything but I can see she’s just as worried as I am. She places the blanket over me, and whispers, “They’ll be back.”
Every now and then, I doze off, but I can’t sleep.
What if something goes wrong? What if they are caught?
I feel empty without Adam. He has become my everything, and I want him back.
The hours creep by slowly and my eyes are burning from watching the road, but I don’t stop.
I see movement and I blink a couple of times. Two silhouettes are coming down the road. I jump up and run towards them.
“Adam!” I cry as I get close.
He opens his arms and I almost jump him off his feet. I throw my arms around his neck and I start to kiss any spot on his face that I can reach.
“You’re back.”
“I’ll always come back to you,” he says.
He puts me down and I see him flinch with pain. “You’re hurt!”
“Shh … shh, it’s nothing,” he calms me. He takes my hand and we walk around the house to Adam’s home. “Come help me get cleaned up.”
When we get home, Adam pulls me into the bathroom with him. “I fucking missed you,” he growls and he pulls me closer. He takes me into the shower, and turns on the faucets.
He reaches for my dress, and pulls the wet fabric over my head before he undresses himself.
He takes soap and works it into a ball of foam. My eyes drop to his chest as he starts to lather his skin. His hands glide over his chest and his abs and I have to admit that I’ve never seen anything like it.
I feel tingles just about everywhere as I watch his hand glide over his wet skin.
His hands move over his abs and then further down until he takes hold of his hard cock. I watch him stroke himsel
f and my legs almost go numb from the wave of desire coursing through me.
He rinses the soap off and then he works the bar of soap into a ball of foam again. This time his hands glide over my body and when he reaches down between my legs, I moan from the pleasure.
He rinses the suds from my body and turns the water off. He doesn’t bother with a towel as he takes my hand, and leads me back to the room.
He gets on the bed and then lies down on his back. My breathing speeds up as his fingers close around his cock again and he starts to stroke it in long, hard strokes. He doesn’t give me any commands, and just lies on the bed, stroking himself.
Slowly, I move forward and crawl onto the bed, and straddle him. He lines himself up with my entrance and I slowly sink down, taking him into me.
I place both hands on his chest and his hands go to my hips. He caresses my skin as his hands slip up my sides, then over my breasts.
I lean down and press my mouth to his. The kiss is gentle at first, but quickly grows as the desire builds between us.
Against my mouth he murmurs, “You’re so fucking perfect.”
I deepen our kiss and at the same time, I start to rock my hips. He groans deeply and I feel the sound all the way to my stomach.
We slowly rock together and it feels as if we are becoming one. I’ve never felt so close to another person. It feels as if he’s completing me.
I sit back and he goes even deeper, hitting a spot that draws a moan from me. I start to move up and down and all the while Adam never takes his eyes off me. He watches as the tension builds in me. Each thrust brings me closer to that sweet release.
The tingles start to get intense and then I rock wildly against him. I tilt my head back as ecstasy makes me tremble with pleasure.
He grips my hips again, and starts to thrust into me while I clench around him. His fingers dig into my skin and he pulls me down hard. I watch as his whole body tenses, his muscles rippling as his breathing stops.
He thrusts one more time into me. He didn’t once take his eyes off mine. He let me have control and it felt amazing.
I lean over him and kiss him softly. I’ll do anything for this man. I want to make him as happy as he has made me.
“Thank you for letting me love you,” I whisper against his mouth.
He smiles softly. “Anything for you.”
I walk down to the chapel, hoping to find Jack there. I can’t ignore things any longer, especially after the other day.
I tried to tell Jack that I’m sorry for raping him. That’s what it was. I won’t lie to myself to make me feel better. I could have refused to have sex with Jack. Yes, they would have killed me for disobeying them, but that didn’t make what I did right.
When I find him sitting by the chapel, I take a deep breath and push through.
“Jack,” I whisper.
His head snaps up and when he sees that it’s me, he doesn’t say anything. He just stares at me for a while, then he says, “Don’t say you’re sorry.”
I nod, and swallowing hard, I say, “I won’t. I know the words won’t take away the pain.”
He leans forward, resting his arms on his legs. Looking out over the garden, he says, “I get it, Sophia. It was either do what you’re told, or you were killed.”
“I still had a choice and I made the wrong one.”
“That house was a festering ground for bad choices.”
That’s the truth. I wipe my hands nervously over my dress. “I know it’s going to take time. I can’t change the past but I’d like to try and show you that I’m not that person anymore. Even if it takes years, I’d appreciate a chance to show you that the person who raped you is dead. That I’m not her.”
When he just remains quiet, I turn around. I had to try.
“Sophia.”
I swing back and watch with huge eyes as he walks toward me. He stares down at me until a tear slips over my cheek. I try to swallow them back.
To my surprise he reaches for my face. He hesitates for a moment before he wipes the tear away.
“You were just a kid,” he says.
I shake my head and the words burst from me, “Don’t forgive me, Jack. Nothing will ever justify what I did.”
“We were both just kids,” he says, ignoring what I just said. “We both did fucked up things for different reasons. We won’t be friends today, not tomorrow, not next week, not next month.”
I nod, grateful that he at least spoke to me. I start to turn away when he says, “Who knows. We might be friends in a couple of years.”
I smile at him and swallow down all the emotions washing over me.
“Thank you, Jack.”
He nods and I watch as he walks away from me.
I’m willing to work hard to show him that I’m a new person. I’m just glad I have a chance.
Life is full of choice and chances. What we do with them is up to us.
I choose to be happy and I’ll take every chance to make it happen.
The End
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Predator
Prologue
Cara~
“Cara,” Dad calls out to me, “do you have the blanket?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I pull the blanket out of the car and set off after my parents. Unlike most teens, I love being with mine. We have a great relationship. I know I can talk to them about anything. It’s just always been that way with us.
Dad starts the boat motor and then he steers us down the river. It’s a sunny day with a light breeze to cool the worst of the heat. We always come out here after lunch. This is our family time together. Once we get to the wide open space of the dam, dad starts to slow the boat down.
I spread the blanket open and laugh happily as Mom and I lie down, trying to get comfy. Dad kills the motor when he’s satisfied with the spot we’re in, and then he comes to lie down on my other side.
“Look at that one,” Dad says, pointing to a cloud. “It looks like a car.”
I laugh. “Everything looks like a car to you.”
“No, seriously,” he laughs, too, but carries on, “look, those are the wheels, that there is the roof.”
We talk about the silliest of things and then we grow quiet and just listen to the birds chirping all around us. I’m going to miss doing this with my parents, once I’m away at college. I only have a few precious weeks left with them. I drift off, like I always do.
There is a loud crash that yanks me out of my peaceful sleep. I hear my parents scream and my whole body goes instantly cold from shock.
The boat tilts sharply and it tosses my body to the side. I try to claw at the floor, searching for something to grab onto. I slam hard into one of the chairs and it jars my body making a sharp pain shoot through me.
The boat breaks apart with a loud crack, and water swallows the pieces with greedy gulps.
“Daddy! Mommy!” I shout. My eyes dart around, searching for any sign of them, but there is nothing but the boat breaking apart and the awful noise.
What’s left of the boat rises sharply into the air, like a beast gasping its last breath. I start to slide down and grab for the chair, but I’m too late. Something knocks hard into my shoulder, only speeding up my decent into the muddy water
.
“Daddy,” I scream as I claw for anything to stop my fall. Splinters of wood stab at me, and then muddy water swallows me.
I know how to swim. I’m a good swimmer, but the color of the water robs me of my breath … it’s red. I struggle to get back to the top and it only makes an ice cold fear spread through my body.
I don’t want to die!
I hear a louder sound. It’s not like the crash. This time it hits at the water, hammering its way closer to me.
The water won’t let me go.
White hot pain slices through me and I swallow water.
I swallow blood.
I wake up to a blinding light and I have to blink a couple of times before the light stops stinging my watering eyes. Confusion crashes through me.
Where am I? I try to say the words, but they come out sounding like a garbled groan.
My eyes dart around the room, and then a sharp pain starts to pulse in my back.
Where are Dad and Mom? What happened?
Shuddering sobs ripple from my chest, making the pain so much worse. Hot tears spill from my eyes, slipping into my hair.
“Cara.” My eyes jump to the voice and I see it’s Uncle Tom, Mommy’s brother. “I’m sorry,” he says, while getting up from the chair.
I frown, not sure what he’s sorry for.
He rubs tiredly over his face and then sighs heavily. “There was an accident. Your parents… they didn’t make it.”
My parents … they’re dead?
NO! My heart squeezes painfully and then a sharp twinge starts to grow in my chest. I suck in an agonizing breath, but the feeling keeps growing until I’m hollowed out and only filled with the loss of my parents. On my next breath, sobs start to tear from my throat.
They can’t be gone! It’s too soon. I didn’t get to say goodbye.
My thoughts start to race and panic sets into my bones. They can’t be dead … not my parents.
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