One Dance for Case (Possessed 2)

The stretch and burn as he entered her virgin hole were hedonistic. She loved the pain as it mixed with the pleasure. When he was completely seated inside her, it was her that began to move, not him. The tightness, the illicitness of the act had her toes curling. She panted for breath as he finally took over the rhythm.

“Oh, Case,” she moaned. “So good.”

He growled in response, words beyond him.

The in and out motion of his hardness stole her breath with every slide. His hands tightened their grip on her hips, and she knew he was just as close to release as she was. Contracting her walls, she arched her back and pushed back towards him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cursed. “Shit, Kitten, fucking come with me.”

His demand had her entire body letting go. Stars exploded before her eyes, her ears rang with chime bells, and vibrations wracked her entire body. A scream of intense pleasure was torn from her throat as Casey slammed inside her one final time, letting loose warm streams of cum as he matched her hoarse moans of requited carnality.

Collapsing on top of her, he undid her wrists from the bra. Turning her to her side, he wrapped his arms around her. Cock still buried inside her dark depths, they fell asleep a wet, sticky mess of their mixed passion.

Sometime during the early morning, Ev felt Casey tossing and turning again. Looking at him, she realized he hadn’t taken off his prosthesis. Not even thinking about it, she removed the device herself. Grabbing the cream he used to moisturize it, she smoothed it in. Hoping to give him some relief. When his struggles seized, she gazed up his taught body to see him staring at her through half-closed lids.

“You’re a miracle worker, woman,” he moaned out as she massaged his thigh. “Come here.”

Crawling up his body, she lay her head on his chest. His heart beat a steady drum in her ear. With his arms around her and their legs intertwined, she felt safe and loved. Feelings she would never take for granted.

“Casey?” she asked in the quiet of the room.

“Yeah, Kitten?” He intertwined their fingers together on his chest.

“Will you tell me how it happened?” She held her breath waiting for his answer.

A deep sigh left him as he moved under her slightly. “We were clearing a small village. Escorting some locals out. I was helping an old man walk—he didn’t move around much. The day started out good.” He paused, and she looked up to see his face awashed in pain. His eyes were closed in remembrance, and his mouth had thinned into a straight line.

She didn’t know what to do or say to make the pain go away. Kissing his chest, she waited for him to gather his resolve and strength to continue.

“We were teasing one of the privates about respect and not knowing the local dialect after being there for over a year already. He had potential; Dom and I just wanted him to prove it.”

“Dom was in your unit?” She hadn’t known that.

“Yeah.” He smiled. “We joined and ran up the ranks together. Not to brag, but we were seriously badass. Dom was always a little more focused than me, so when he made Lieutenant and was assigned our group of men, I wasn’t surprised. He’s a born leader.”

“You retired Sergeant, right?” He nodded “Were you his second?”

Kissing her forehead, he continued. “I was his right hand. I had never wanted to be responsible for a bunch of punks out for kicks, but Dom, he was better than anyone I’ve served under.” His eyes grew dark again. “Out of nowhere, there was gunfire. I watched as it tore through some of the villagers—that was their aim. I was shot in the shoulder. Powering through it, I knew it was do or die time. The old man I was walking with had hidden behind a boulder, and I saw one of the Taliban going after him. I was able to take him out, but when we fell to the ground, we hit an IED (Improvised Explosive Device). Thankfully, his body only took the brunt of the fall, but it ripped my leg apart in the process.”

She watched as a lone tear fell from the corner of his eye. Her heart broke for the pain he felt. The terror he must have experienced.

“I remember flying through the air, the wind being knocked from me. Gunfire was still exploding all around for what felt like hours.” He stopped again. His pain was palpable, vibrations rolled through his body.

“There was this pregnant woman who had a little girl with her. They tried to help me. I remember screaming at them to get back, to stay away.” His skin was wracked with goosebumps. “The old man was yelling at her, too. It felt like I was in some time warp, and it wasn’t happening to me. Dom tried to get to me, fuck did he try. They were all pinned down with gunfire, though.”

His breathing was labored as he carried on. “Bullets ripped through their small bodies. I had to lay there and watch as she died holding her unborn baby. Watch as her child died right in front of her eyes. Fuck, those eyes, they’ll haunt me forever. The woman was filled with pain, fear, and so much love for her babies, and she tried to help me.”

He stopped then. She was relieved. It was selfish and rude, but she couldn’t hear anymore. The pain and suffering he must have endured while watching a family get slaughtered right in front of him and be unable to do a damn thing. It must have eaten at his soul.

Tears streamed down her face as she straddled his hips. “Don’t cry, Kitten.” He was soothing her. Pulling her to his chest, he cradled her while she cried for his anguish. For the lost lives he’d witnessed tha

t day.

Everything he’d gone through, the things he’d seen and done, while by choice, made all her problems seem inconsequential in comparison. Casey was so selfless, and now she felt selfish. All those weeks pushing this man away burned a hole in her heart the size of Texas. He wanted someone to love, to accept him for who and what he was, and she’d been self-centered in attempting to protect her own heart from being broken.

No more. She would open up everything she was to him. She would give him one hundred percent.

Evelyn was going to own and possess him as thoroughly as he’d done to her.