Frankie's Bride

“Wow,” she breathes. “You must be really strong,” she says, clutching my neck.

“Yeah, something like that, but you weigh no more than a feather,” I say reassuring her.

“Yeah right. You are just being nice.”

“Let’s agree to disagree, then.” I open my front door and carry her into my bedroom and lay her down gently on top of the covers. “Do you need anything?” I ask.

“A drink would be nice. Soda if you have it.”

“I am sure I have something.” I leave her on the bed and head back out to the truck, grabbing the cat. I set up her litter box in the mudroom off the kitchen and get her some water. Wandering into the kitchen, I take several calming breaths. She needs to rest. She needs to heal. She needs to run far away from me.

“I am not going anywhere, and I don’t need a nap. I am pretty healed up too,” her quiet voice says from behind me. I spin around to find her standing in front of me completely naked.

“Did I say that out loud?” I ask confused. I can’t take my eyes off her. My semi-hard cock fully hardens at the sight of pale breasts. They are more than a handful, even for me.

“No, but I heard you, in my head. Something happened to me while I was dead. Something miraculous.” I furrow my brow.

“Polly,” I growl.

“Yes?”

“What’s happening here?” My blood. My blood did this.

“Your blood?” she questions. “What’s wrong with your blood?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all. It’s different, like yours.” Unbidden, I think about the fire, Aaron, and Max. Her eyes widen as I give away our secrets. But then she smiles.

“Different. I like that.”

“Why are you naked?” I ask, unable to stop thinking about fucking into her tiny body.

“I love that you think I’m tiny. You are the first person to ever think that,” she says grinning.

“I find that hard to believe,” I deadpan.

“So, I am naked because you make me want things.”

“Things?” I don’t know how I am able to have a conversation right now. My cock is throbbing in my scrubs.

“Things like your throbbing cock.”

“It’s yours.”

“It is isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Take me to bed,” she whispers, her long fingers rubbing her neck.

I don’t need to be told twice. I pick her up, she wraps her legs around my waist. My lips find hers as I back her up to the wall.

“Wow,” she breathes when we come up for air. “Do kisses always feel like that?”

“I wouldn’t know,” I respond.

“You’ve never kissed anyone you’ve been with? That’s really weird.”

“I’ve never been with anyone, Polly. I’ve been waiting. Waiting for you.”

She searches my eyes then nods.

Tonight is all about us becoming one.

I brought her back, that makes her mine.

Chapter 3

Polly

Oh my God. I can feel him throughout my body. His hands, his mouth, his cock. His touch is everywhere. It’s as if he’s already inside of me. My skin is practically sizzling with anticipation. All of my nerves are firing at once and it’s almost too much. Almost. I want this. I need this. I need him. His possessive thoughts of owning my body are all I can hear in my head and I know that I am going to let him. The wall behind my back is cool against my overheated skin. He’s so big that my legs won’t go all the way around his hips. Fate brought me to this broken man. I have what he needs. His lips are still on me and his tongue dances with mine. When he moves to my neck, goosebumps pop up on every inch of my skin.

“You are wearing too many clothes,” I moan.

“Easily remedied,” he growls. When he nips my neck, I orgasm loudly. If I can do that without him even touching my pussy, what’s going to happen when he does? I shiver in anticipation. “You are so responsive,” he whispers.

“It’s you.” He’s made me this way. He’s ignited something in me that I can’t quite explain.

Moving away from the wall, he carries me down the hall, into his room, right to his massive bed. I stand where he set me on my feet. He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing more tattoos. My mouth hangs open. He’s gorgeous. Then he kicks his shoes off. Finally, his pants and boxers come off. I feel my eyes come out of my head as I take him in. His cock is massive. It’s long and thick and pointing straight at me. He reaches his index finger out and closes my mouth for me. Then he strokes my chin lightly.

“Close that pretty mouth, you’ll catch flies,” he says chuckling.

I lick my suddenly dry lips. I want to choke on him. But he doesn’t give me that option. He crowds me until I fall onto the bed. I scoot back in what I hope is a seductive manner. My legs fall open as he walks on his knees to me. He grins down at me before lowering his head and licking the cream from my pussy. I gasp at how good it feels and how his dirty, filthy, and depraved thoughts fill my head.