Suddenly, his mouth pulls away from mine. His hand slips under my shirt and rests over my ribs, just under my breast. His touch is firm but gentle at the same time. No man has ever touched me like that. He has my full attention.
He doesn’t kiss my mouth again. He moves his hand up and gently trails his fingers between my breasts. My chest rises and falls as my breathing speeds up.
“Sophia, I want you,” he whispers. “I want all of you.” His words are a low growl from deep within his throat and it makes my abdomen clench with pleasure. His mouth finds mine again and he kisses me thoroughly. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth and a pleasure filled moan bubbles up my throat. Our tongues twist together and I feel a need growing inside of me.
I savor the feel of his hard body beneath my hands. It’s never felt this good to touch a man. I press myself up against him. I want him! I want him so much it hurts.
Adam starts to push the shirt up and my arms move up so he can slip the fabric over my head. He tosses the material to the side. He glides his hands down my arms and sides, and I experience the most sensual feeling, leaving me wanting so much more.
He quickly shoves his sweats down and when we’re both naked he doesn’t just fuck me. He lowers himself over me and with his eyes holding mine, he whispers, “I’m going to make love to you, Sophia. I love you so fucking much.”
It feels as if my heart is exploding as he says the words I’ve been craving all of my life.
Tears spill down the sides of my face, disappearing into my hair.
“It will only ever be you, Sweetheart.”
I reach for him and pull him down to me. I lift my head a little and place my own kisses at the base of his neck, but when he freezes I stop.
“Now is not the time to stop,” he growls and laughter bubbles over my lips. I dig my nails into his back and move closer still, so I can kiss his throat. When Adam’s hand skims over my breast, I arch into his feather soft touch.
I bury my face in Adam’s shoulder and take a deep breath, filling my lungs with him.
He moves down and then his mouth closes over my nipple. He tugs at it softly but I feel it between my legs. He keeps moving down, placing soft kisses all over me. I’ve never felt so treasured in my life.
He positions his shoulders between my legs and then I feel his tongue brush over my clit. My whole body jerks and my hands shoot down. I grab his hair and as he licks me again, I try to push him closer to me. He only gives me three more delicious licks and then he moves back up my body.
I made other people feel that wonderful sensation! The thought hits my breath right from me.
“What? What’s wrong?” Adam asks a look of worry on his face.
He cups my face in the palm of my hands and I whisper my shame to him, “I made other people feel that good and it makes me feel ashamed.”
“Oh Baby,” Adam whispers intensely, “you didn’t make them feel like that. They took that from you! Don’t you ever blame yourself for something those bastards did.”
I take a few deep breaths, nodding my head. Adam is always right.
“Have you had an orgasm before?” he asks out of the blue.
I feel my cheeks flame up and I shake my head. “Slaves are not allowed to come, not that I would’ve – it hurt too much.”
Adam presses a kiss to my temple and he just holds me for a while, then I feel his hand slip down my body. He cups me and then he slips a finger inside of me. “I’m going to make you come, Sweetheart,” he whispers before he kisses me again.
His hand starts to move slowly – carefully – and it makes my heart swell with love for this man. He’s so gentle with me. There’s no pain, for the first time in my life.
He slips his finger in deep and flicks my clit with his thumb, and together it makes it feel like my heart is pulsing between my legs. My body starts to tighten and I can’t keep the moans from coming.
My body starts to jerk and then the most amazing feeling floods me. My hips start to move on their own and I thrust up against Adam’s hand. He presses down harder on me and my mind shorts out.
Sizzles and tingles zap up and down my body and my toes curl from the pleasure that’s robbing me of my breath.
I slump back down, my body feeling weak from the orgasm. I watch as Adam rolls a condom on his hard cock and then he positions his hips between my legs.
I close my eyes, waiting for the pain, but then I feel his hand on my chin. “Open your eyes, Sweetheart.”
I do and his eyes are warm as they settle on mine. He starts to push against me and then I feel him slowly slide into me. It makes the tingles return full force and all I can do is wrap my arms around him as the emotions swamp me. His arms go around me and he holds me tightly while his hips thrust slowly against me.
I’ve never felt so safe, so loved and so treasured before, and the emotions overwhelm me. I start to cry softly as Adam makes love to me, as he shows me just how good sex can be if it’s with the person you love.
I don’t come again but it’s a wonderful moment when Adam comes. He holds me so tight, his face buried in my neck as he finds his release.
He doesn’t pull out of me and just walk away. Instead he stays deep in me, holding me until my tears subside.
He lifts his head and his eyes are still warm with love as he looks down at me.
“Thank you,” I whisper and I can’t help it as I start to cry again. “Thank you for making me happy. Thank you for keeping me safe.” I take a deep breath and whisper hoarsely, “Thank you for letting me love you, Adam.”
Adam~
We just lie in the barn, staring at the stars through the window. It was a perfect night, but now I have to ruin it.
“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 want’s them all dead.”
She shoots up, her eyes wide. “You can’t, Adam!” she almost yells. “You can’t go back there! They’ll kill you. What if they catch you?”
“I’ll make sure they don’t catch me or Jack. 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 onto my lap. I feel under the pillow for another condom and quickly slip it on.
I pull her right against my chest and kiss her as I slowly push into her. “Let me just love you, Sophia. Everything will be okay.”
“Promise,” she whispers against my lips.
“I promise I’ll always be with you.”
Sophia~
Adam slipped away while I was sleeping. I wake up alone in the barn and it makes my heart hurt so much.
I slip on my shirt and on my way out I see the box he made me. I open it and my heart pinches when I see a piece of paper in it. I pick it up and read the words: ‘Being away from the woman I love.’
It’s his bad memory! He put the first bad memory in our box.
I hold the box to my chest as I walk back to the house. I place the box under the bed. I don’t want anyone to find it. It’s our thing, just mine and Adam’s.
I shower and put on a white dress. Adam says I look like an angel when I wear white.
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.” Then I watch her go back inside.
I doze off here and there, but I can’t sleep.
What if something goes wrong? What if they are caught? Adam would rather die than be a slave.
He told me so!
The tears start to fall in the early hours of the morning. 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.
I see movement and I blink a couple of times. Two silhouettes are coming down the road! I jump up and run down the road. Tiny stones dig into my feet, but I don’t care.
“Adam!” I cry as I get close. He opens his arms and I almost jump him off of 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 shows me his arm and I see the blood. “The bullet just grazed me. It’s really nothing.” 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 then he opens the faucets. The spray is cold at first and I stand closer to Adam to hide from the water. It warms quickly and then Adam reaches for my dress. He pulls the wet fabric over my head and then he undresses himself.
He takes soap and he 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 between my legs and my stomach clenches with delight.
His hands move over his abs and then further down until he takes hold of his hard cock. I watch him stroke himself 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 then he turns the water off. He doesn’t bother with a towel as he takes my hand, and he leads me to his 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. I put one leg over him. I move up until my pussy is right over his cock. 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 and shoulder, and then down my arms until our hands meet. He links his fingers with mine and then places his hands next to his head.
He’s giving me full control!
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 it makes me want to please him even more.
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 eye off me. He watches as the tension builds in me and each thrust it 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.
Letting go of my hands, he grips my hips again. He starts to thrust into me and 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 ripple, and his breathing stops.
His breathing returns with a whoosh and he thrusts one more time into me.
He didn’t once take his eyes off mine.
He let me have full control right through our love making.
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.
Adam~
Things are slowly returning to normal again. I go to the study, knowing that’s where River will be. I knock once and then go in. “Hey stranger.” I take a seat in the chair across from her.
“Are you finally going to tell me what happened?” River asks. She leans forward on the desk as if she’s getting ready for a long talk.
“No,” I say. I see her face fall. There is nothing to tell her. What happened is between me and Jack. “Think of it as a boys night out.”
“It was hardly a boys night out, Adam!”
“To us it was. We had a road trip, a huge bonfire, got some beers on the way back.” I smile to put her at ease but today it doesn’t work.
“A huge bonfire? Really?”
“River, you know what Jack and Sophia’s been through. You’ve seen first-hand how a slave is trained. Jack deserved his revenge.”
“I’m not saying he didn’t deserve it!” She snaps and she gets up. She walks around the table and then leans against it. “I just want to know what happened. Will something come back to bite us in the ass when we least expect it?”
“No. No one left the property alive.” I get up and place my hands on her shoulders. “We’re safe and that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“That we’re safe?” she asks.
I take a deep breath. It’s time for the talk we’ve both been putting off. “I think it’s time we retire. We’ve been saving slaves for years. I have Sophia now. You have Jack. We have all the others and we’ll be risking all of their lives if we bring someone new here.”
“So you want to stop?” She pinches the bridge of her nose. She does that when she’s thinking.
“Yes.” I pull her into a hug and whisper, “I think you’ve paid enough for your father’s sins. It’s time you live your own life now.” I pull back and smile down at her. “So, I was thinking it’s time we put all the crap behind us and focus on the good and what better way than to celebrate with a wedding.”
Her mouth drops open with shock and I get a kick out of her reaction. “You’re getting married?”
I laugh because she fell for it. “Not me. I’m thinking that maybe we can organize a surprise wedding for Christopher and Maddie?”
A huge grin spreads over her face. “That’s the best idea ever! There’s nothing like a celebration to bring everyone together again.”
I throw my arm around her shoulders and say, “I was also thinking of asking Jack to help me build another guesthouse, one Christopher and Maddie can move into.”
Her arms go around my waist and she hugs me. “Yes! Of course. That’s a great idea!”
Sophia~
It was the first wedding I’ve been to. These last few months have been filled with firsts for me.
I told Adam that I can’t write so every night before bed I tell him one memory. He writes it on paper for me.
Sometimes he cries with me and those are the times I know he really loves me.
I go to the chapel as the sun rises. I always pick flowers for the kitchen and today’s no different. I place them on the bench and then sit down. I pull the box out from under the bench and open it. Then I take the piece of paper out that Adam wrote for me last night. I sit and stare at the words – my nightmares - written by the man that I love.
I place the paper with all the others and then I put the box back under the bench. I push it into a small space at the left leg of the bench. If you’re not looking for it, you won’t see it.
I get up and walk to the main house. As I walk into the kitchen Miss Ella is sitting at the table, enjoying her coffee.
“Morning, my sweet girl,” she smiles at me.
“Morning Miss Ella.” I give her a warm smil
e and then I pour myself some coffee.
I go sit by her and for a moment we enjoy our coffees in silence, and then she asks, “Do you love my grandson?”
I nod and smile at her. “Very much, Miss Ella.”
“Why do you love him?”
I place my mug on the table and stare at the steam billowing into the air from the mug. “I love him because he makes me feel wanted, but never like a piece of property that can be used. He makes me feel strong, like I can take on the world. He makes me feel special.” I look at Miss Ella, “I love him because he shares the bad and the good with me. He teaches me what’s right and what’s wrong. He never makes me feel stupid and he’s so patient. I gave him my heart because I know it will be safe with him.”
A tear rolls down Miss Ella’s cheek and she reaches over to pat my hand. “Call me Nanna, child.”
I grin at her and I start to bounce with happiness. “Really?”
“Well I’m not gonna beg you!” she pretends to scold and she flicks the tears from her cheeks with a huff.
I throw my arms around her and kiss her on the cheek. “I love you too, Nanna.”
“Oh dear,” she sniffles, “my eyes won’t stop leaking.”
I sit back and pick up my mug again. I take a sip and then I smile at her.
“What’s that sneaky smile for?” she asks, dunking a cookie into her coffee.
“When are you going to tell Doc that you love him?”
She drops the cookie and her cheeks go all red. “That will be the day! That man will let it go to his head and we both know which head I’m talking about. I’m too old for nookie.”
The coffee sprays over the table and I start to cough on some of it that got stuck in my throat.
Nanna pats my back hard. “Now, now,” she says, “don’t go choking on me.”
“Nanna,” my voice is raspy and my eyes water, “you really think Doc can still get it up?”
“Hon, a man can lie on his deathbed and his pecker will be the last thing to go. It’s like a heat seeker, it just never stops.”
I start to laugh until I have to hold my stomach. When I calm down, I finish the last of my coffee. I get up and rinse our mugs and then I remember, “I forgot the flowers! I’ll be back in a second.”
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