“Is that what you think, Jewel. After all of this, you believe I could say something like that about you? I marked you, baby. I fucking claimed your skin, your veins, your mind, your pussy... your heart,” I say placing my hand over her chest. “You heard the tell end of a conversation where he asked me about Lola because I sometimes took her with me so the other ladies would back the fuck off. He asked about her and I told him she was simply arm candy because that is what she was. I could never say something like that about you.”
“I’m sorry… I thought... all the women there…” Her doubt guts me. I have never given myself as completely and openly to anyone.
“FUCK!! I scream into the storm. “What else can I do, canary. Do you want me to cut myself open and bleed my truth? Is that what I need to do for you to know how fucking serious I am?” not waiting for her to answer, I pull my pocketknife out and open it. My eyes never leave hers as I raise it and slice my chest.
“DARIO!! NO!!” she screams as she runs into my arms, wrapping her legs around me. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Why would you do this?” she sobs, her hands covering my wound. I don’t feel it. All I can feel is her hands on me.
“You are in my blood, baby. If for one second you doubt the depth of my love for you, it's like cauterizing my veins and syphoning my blood from me. I would bleed out anyway if I lost you, so this was nothing.”
“Oh God. I am so sorry. I love you so much. I just… all those women and their snide comments about your past women and me being a fling, I think I just let it get to me. I don’t… I don’t know what I was thinking.” she mumbles the last part in my neck, as I hold her up.
“Never forget that, little bird. I don’t bleed red. I bleed you.”
“Sir,” she cries as she kisses me, her hands in my hair anchoring herself as she tries to find friction. I get it. I am feverish for her. I know I should be more careful with her back and all right now, but I can’t. Putting up against the wall, we both fumble with my belt and her pants. I am still conscious of the fact that we are outside, so I don’t pull them all the way down. “Inside me. I need you inside of me.” my dick enters her pussy and I forget about everything but this. Her. Us.
“I. Fucking. Love. you. Never. Question. Me. Again.”
“I won’t. Yes. Harder. Please Sir, I won’t.” I swear she is like a sauna on the inside.
“Always so damn hot. Is this what you needed. Three days without my dick and you forget who you belong to.”
“You,” she yells as she scores my back with her nails.
“I can’t hear you. Say it louder for the guards watching us right now. Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours, Sir. Yours,” she screams the last part when my thumb grazes her clit, and she falls over. Her pussy sequesters my rod in her womb, and I lose it. I have marked her body, but it will never be enough. Now more than ever I need my child inside of her. Cum pours out of me as I bring my words to fruition.
“MINE!!” I roar my release into the storm, challenging it to bring everything it’s got. Nothing will take her from me. Now I have to deal with the threat.
The past 24 hours have a cross between a nonstop fuckfest and chaos. We have found out the night of the party using the information O’Connor gave me, that we had two leaks. One has been caught. Unfortunately, he was put down before he got a chance to give us the other one. Though with the street name, we will have the identity of the person within hours.
I am relentless in the amount of destruction I have caused in her pussy. My mind goes apeshit every time I think of her leaving me and then I have to mount her, and she doesn’t get to move for hours. Which is how I am sitting here, on the side of the bed, watching my everything sleep after the last two hours. I love that I get to step outside and face the hardness of the world and leave her in our room, cocooned in softness.
As usual when she is within my reach, I can't stop myself from touching her skin, outlining the evidence of my seal. “Mmm. Hi. What time is it?” she stretches and looks at me. The sheet falls below her breath and I am a hair trigger from saying fuck all of it and taking her again. The problem is that would be dangerous for her. What I am about to do, has to be done so these sorry motherfuckers know I haven’t gone soft.