center. “You
are so wet and ready for me.” Lettie moaned and that set him off. Jordan took
her roughly, plunging inside of her. His wet sack slapped gently against her.
His fingers slipped into her slick folds to tap gently on her clit. Oh! That
was new. Usually he would rub small circles when he wanted her to come
quickly. She trembled with his new rhythm. Tap, tap, swirl, oh God! She
screamed inside her head. He rolled her nipple with his other hand and Lettie
cried out. “Oh darlin’ I love the way your body wraps itself around my cock
and squeezes me. Tap, tap, swirl. That was the end of her. Lettie detonated
around him. The tile was cool against her cheek. The orgasm hit her fast and
hard, crashing over her and through her. Tap, tap, swirl. Another one chased
the first and Lettie couldn’t stop the keening cry that burst out of her. Tap,
tap, swirl, all the while Jordan pounded into her and she’d never felt anything
so incredible in her life. He twisted and worked a new set of nerves inside of
her, two, three strokes and she was coming again. She felt like a wet, limp,
dishrag. “Let me mark you darlin.’” Lettie shook her head. “Please baby, it
will make this so perfect. I’ll wait until you come again.” She shook her
head. Jordan pulled out of her. He was going to pout now. He didn’t get his
way so he would find a way to punish her. He turned her around to face him.
His lips met hers, his tongue explored and tangled with hers. Jordan lifted
her legs and wrapped them around his middle then entered her. His forehead
rested against hers. “I love you baby.” He rocked gently into her. His eyes
were intent on hers and Lettie swallowed. “I love you. Whatever you want,
okay?” Lettie nodded. She reached up and knotted her fists in his hair then
bucked against him. “Oh Christ Lettie you know I can’t take that.” She
grinned and moved against him, took what she wanted and gave him no choice but
to climax. His big body shook against her, all of his muscles trembled and
seized. He buried his face in her neck while the climax ran its course, his
breath coming in heavy pants.
“I love you
Jordan.” She finally said. “I’m not ready to get bitten again, not yet. Be
patient with me, okay?” He nodded understanding. It wasn’t that she that she
didn’t want to wear his mark or that she didn’t want him to claim her. It was
the rape. This had to be the strongest woman on the planet. If he were in her
place, he wouldn’t want to be touched again. Ever. He wondered how much of
the attack she remembered. She remembered the bites. If she needed him to
wait then he would wait, forever if need be, as long as she stayed. He didn’t
care what anyone said, he had his Lettie back. Nothing else mattered.
Chapter Six
Lettie woke up
screaming from the nightmare. She’d just relived the attack of the six
rogues. Jordan tried to soothe her but she fought him. “Sweetheart, calm
down, it’s okay, I’ve got you.” He cooed.
“This is your
fault! All of this is your fault, the attack, the illness, the nightmare.
It’s all you Jordan!” Lettie scrambled across the bed away from him and across
the room. She began searching frantically for her clothes. “Where are my
clothes Jordan?” Lettie threw tee shirts and jeans about the room.
“Come back to bed
Lettie.” Jordan put his arm around her. Lettie screamed again and jumped
away. He tried to shush her but she wasn’t having it. “Please talk to me.
Tell me what happened. You promised that we would work this out and we can’t
do that if you won’t share with me.” Jordan’s strong arms were around her now
and she couldn’t get loose. The tears started followed by violent sobs. “Oh
baby, you’ve remembered it, haven’t you? You’ve remembered all of it. I’m so
sorry.”
are so wet and ready for me.” Lettie moaned and that set him off. Jordan took
her roughly, plunging inside of her. His wet sack slapped gently against her.
His fingers slipped into her slick folds to tap gently on her clit. Oh! That
was new. Usually he would rub small circles when he wanted her to come
quickly. She trembled with his new rhythm. Tap, tap, swirl, oh God! She
screamed inside her head. He rolled her nipple with his other hand and Lettie
cried out. “Oh darlin’ I love the way your body wraps itself around my cock
and squeezes me. Tap, tap, swirl. That was the end of her. Lettie detonated
around him. The tile was cool against her cheek. The orgasm hit her fast and
hard, crashing over her and through her. Tap, tap, swirl. Another one chased
the first and Lettie couldn’t stop the keening cry that burst out of her. Tap,
tap, swirl, all the while Jordan pounded into her and she’d never felt anything
so incredible in her life. He twisted and worked a new set of nerves inside of
her, two, three strokes and she was coming again. She felt like a wet, limp,
dishrag. “Let me mark you darlin.’” Lettie shook her head. “Please baby, it
will make this so perfect. I’ll wait until you come again.” She shook her
head. Jordan pulled out of her. He was going to pout now. He didn’t get his
way so he would find a way to punish her. He turned her around to face him.
His lips met hers, his tongue explored and tangled with hers. Jordan lifted
her legs and wrapped them around his middle then entered her. His forehead
rested against hers. “I love you baby.” He rocked gently into her. His eyes
were intent on hers and Lettie swallowed. “I love you. Whatever you want,
okay?” Lettie nodded. She reached up and knotted her fists in his hair then
bucked against him. “Oh Christ Lettie you know I can’t take that.” She
grinned and moved against him, took what she wanted and gave him no choice but
to climax. His big body shook against her, all of his muscles trembled and
seized. He buried his face in her neck while the climax ran its course, his
breath coming in heavy pants.
“I love you
Jordan.” She finally said. “I’m not ready to get bitten again, not yet. Be
patient with me, okay?” He nodded understanding. It wasn’t that she that she
didn’t want to wear his mark or that she didn’t want him to claim her. It was
the rape. This had to be the strongest woman on the planet. If he were in her
place, he wouldn’t want to be touched again. Ever. He wondered how much of
the attack she remembered. She remembered the bites. If she needed him to
wait then he would wait, forever if need be, as long as she stayed. He didn’t
care what anyone said, he had his Lettie back. Nothing else mattered.
Chapter Six
Lettie woke up
screaming from the nightmare. She’d just relived the attack of the six
rogues. Jordan tried to soothe her but she fought him. “Sweetheart, calm
down, it’s okay, I’ve got you.” He cooed.
“This is your
fault! All of this is your fault, the attack, the illness, the nightmare.
It’s all you Jordan!” Lettie scrambled across the bed away from him and across
the room. She began searching frantically for her clothes. “Where are my
clothes Jordan?” Lettie threw tee shirts and jeans about the room.
“Come back to bed
Lettie.” Jordan put his arm around her. Lettie screamed again and jumped
away. He tried to shush her but she wasn’t having it. “Please talk to me.
Tell me what happened. You promised that we would work this out and we can’t
do that if you won’t share with me.” Jordan’s strong arms were around her now
and she couldn’t get loose. The tears started followed by violent sobs. “Oh
baby, you’ve remembered it, haven’t you? You’ve remembered all of it. I’m so
sorry.”
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