“Come on, kitten, cum in my mouth. I want the taste of you on my lips if I’m going to be driving all day,” he growls against my pussy, making my whole body buck up off the bed. He grabs my hips, holding me as I cum. I lock my legs around him, unable to take any more.
“Samuel, please!” I beg as my body shakes with the pleasure still coursing through it. I drop my legs from his waist as he crawls up my body, trailing kissing up my stomach, making me squirm. Even that’s too much. He climbs on top of me and kisses my neck before uncuffing me from the bed.
“Let’s get on the road.” He pulls me from the bed, placing a kiss on my lips before he starts getting his stuff together. I’m surprised my legs still work. I dress lazily, knowing I should be moving faster, but I feel like I don’t have any bones in my body.
After getting dressed and packing my stuff, I stand by the door, waiting for Samael. He’s typing away at his computer before he closes it, packing it away, too.
“Everything good?” I ask, wondering what he was doing on his computer.
“Perfect.” He throws his bag over his shoulder before making his way over to me, trapping me against the wall. He takes my mouth in a deep kiss, and I’m suddenly climbing up his body and breathless.
“It’s Thanksgiving,” he says, pulling back from the kiss and placing his forehead against mine.
“I forgot.” The reminder of the holiday makes me miss my mom and dad, but I push past it.
“I love you.”
“I love—” My words cut off when I feel the cuff snap around my wrist. I look into his eyes, and I can tell this isn’t some sweet little sex game we’re about to play.
I jerk my arm, and that’s when I notice he’s cuffed himself to me.
“What are you doing?” A little panic starts to rise in my chest.
“I’m doing what needs to be done, kitten. Don’t fight me.” His uncuffed hand slips into the front of my jeans, going straight for my pussy. My legs part a little more on their own, wanting his touch, and I feel his fingers press against my wet clit.
“Stop, Samuel,” I moan, pressing myself into his hand.
He leans down, burying his head in my neck, placing open-mouthed kisses there as he strums my pussy. “Come on, kitten, cum for me again. Show me how your body was made to be mine just like mine was made to be yours.”
His words are dirty but filled with love, and the pressure of his hand as it works so perfectly against me sends me over. He presses his body against mine to keep me from sliding down the wall as the orgasm grips me. When I’m finally able to open my eyes, I see he’s smirking at me.
“I love making my fierce little kitten docile.” He kisses my lips, and I just glare at him, making his smile bigger. He takes his hands from my pants and licks his fingers clean, and all I can do is blush. Why that makes me blush after all the things he’s done to me, I have no idea. But the feel of the cuff on me has me coming back to reality.
“You did that to make me forget about the cuff,” I snap, but there’s no power behind my words. I just want to lie back down on the bed and take a nap now. We didn’t get much sleep last night, and between that and him making me cum as often as he can, I’m not sure how I’m going to make it through this day.
“I might have, but trust me, kitten, I love getting you off. Watching your sweet body go all soft because of me is the biggest turn on in the fucking world.”
“Why?” I’m leery of what he’s up to. He’s pushing me past the point of exhaustion, and I feel like there’s a reason why.
“Next time I’ll make you watch yourself in the mirror so you can see how hot you look, and you’ll understand.”
“That’s not what I meant.” I hold my cuffed hand up, bringing his along with it, and I wiggle it. “The cuffs, Samuel. Why? We’re married now. I won’t run from you.”
“I love—” I place my hand over his mouth because he’s not doing that again. “Samuel,” I warn before dropping my hand.
“I’m taking you home to my family. It’s Thanksgiving, and my mom will have my hide if I don’t show up. She might be little like you, but she’s feisty when she doesn’t get what she wants. And Thanksgiving with the family is something I can’t miss without getting hell for it.”
My heart warms hearing him talk about his family. I can see the love for them all over his face, but we can’t go there right now. “He’ll find us there. My dad will try to take me from you,” I plead with Samuel, knowing it’s selfish not to want him to go home for Thanksgiving.
“No one will ever take you from me.” His face goes hard and adopts an expression I’ve never seen before. Not even when I hit him to escape him did he have that face. This face is deadly, showing every part of the bounty hunter in him.
“I know, I know.” I use my free hand to reach up and cup his face, trying to get that look to drop away. At the first touch of my hand, he leans into me, relaxing and letting the anger go.
“Maybe just drop me somewhere while you go? If my dad shows up you can—”
“Fuck no. We’re going home. I won’t run. We’re facing this, and I’m keeping you. End of story.”
“You don’t understand,” I say, the panic clear in my voice.
“Kitten, calm down. I don’t like hearing your voice like that.”
I can’t calm down. “Please. I can’t lose you. I just…can’t.”
“I already told your dad we’d meet him there. It’s done. We’re facing this thing.”