Deklan

Deklan’s muscles tense under my fingers. His pace is furious as he growls my name and slams my body onto his cock again and again. I feel warmth spreading inside of me as he grunts and leans his head back to face the ceiling.

“Ahhh! Yeah!” He’s panting as he tightens his grip on me, holding me fast against his chest. A moment later, he drops on his back to the mattress, taking me with him.

My head is spinning. That was nothing like the times I’d pleasured myself. Not at all. I play through the whole scene in my head again, trying to remember exactly how it all felt, and find myself reflexively clenching his cock, still pulsating inside of me.

“Oh, fuck,” Deklan says with a moan. “Don’t do that.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper against his chest.

“No reason to be sorry. It’s just a little too intense right now. Feels good just being inside you like this.”

“It does?” I raise my head up to get a good look at his face.

“It does.” He reaches for my face and strokes my cheek. He closes his eyes and pulls me back against his chest. I lay there with my cheek pressed against his beating heart, listening to it slowly return to its normal rate. As it does, Deklan shifts his weight, and I feel his cock slip out of me.

I tense, not sure if I have done something wrong or not. He sighs but doesn’t say anything or open his eyes. He moves his hand down, slowly rubbing my lower back in small circles. I relax slightly and close my own eyes as my mind continues to race.

My previous fears return. Now that he’s fucked me, will he kill me? Did he lie just long enough to get the sex out of the way first? Take what he could from me before the bloodshed has to occur?

I remember the sensations he brought from me, and I wonder if it might have been worth it.

Still, the panic that was there before we began is back again. My eyes start to burn as I wonder how quickly the end will come and if he’ll be as kind about killing me as he was about taking my virginity.

Deklan rolls us to our sides and places his hand on my cheek again, turning me towards him. My eyes burn as I try to look away, not wanting him to see me cry.

“Kera? You okay?”

I clench my eyes shut and nod. I start to shake as the tears fall against my will, and Deklan tightens his arms around me.

“Tell me you won’t kill me,” I say though tears.

“Jesus, no!” Deklan hugs me to him for a moment before backing off and wiping tears from my cheeks. “I’d never hurt you. Never.”

My chest tightens and I cry even harder. I have no idea if my tears are due to fear or relief. Deklan grabs a handful of tissues from the nightstand and gives them to me before he pulls me back on top of him and holds me tightly.

“Shh,” he whispers against my ear. “It’s all right, baby.” He kisses the top of my head over and over again. “You’re mine now. My wife—now and forever. I will always protect you and keep you safe. No one will ever hurt you as long as I’m alive.”

I sob into his shoulder as he holds me against him and continues to reassure me that everything will be all right. Eventually, my tears subside, and I lay limp against his chest, surrounded by his strong arms.

The warmth of Deklan’s body beneath me and the exhaustion of my own body and mind from the ordeals of the day converge, and I can’t keep my eyes open any longer. With Deklan’s arms wrapped tightly around me, I succumb to sleep.

Chapter 7

Despite the late hour Deklan and I finally fell asleep, I wake at the crack of dawn. For a brief moment, I don’t know where I am, but there is a tiny sliver of light from the edge of the blackout curtains over the bedroom window, and I can see the outline of Deklan on the bed beside me.

I remember falling asleep on top of him, but now I’m on my side, up close to Deklan’s warm body. I’ve got an arm and a leg wrapped around him, and one of his arms is under my shoulders. His other arm is stretched out across the bed with his hand hanging over the edge. His head is turned slightly away from me, and there’s dark stubble on his cheek and chin.

He looks peaceful, and I take a few minutes just to stare at him.

He has dark brows, and his long eyelashes nearly touch his cheek when his eyes are closed and flutter slightly as he sleeps.

I lick my lips as I think back to the night before, my memories focused on the image of Deklan’s face as he came inside of me; head tilted back, eyes clenched shut, and his mouth open slightly as he groaned. A shiver runs through my body, and my nipples contract.

Deklan lets out a long breath as he turns toward me in his sleep, tossing his formerly outstretched arm over my body. My leg is still wrapped around his waist, and I can feel his cock lying between my thighs. He mumbles and tilts his hips, pushing against my core.

Abruptly, I understand the phrase “morning wood.”

I look up at Deklan’s face, but his eyes are still closed. His lips part, and he breathes heavily again as his arms tighten around me. His hips flex, pressing his hardening cock against my leg. A moment later, he opens his eyes and meets my gaze. He looks confused for a second, then smiles gently. He reaches for my cheek and strokes his thumb over my skin.