Page 14 of Seen By Larabe

Over and over he takes me bringing me to tears and unconsciousness. Then he releases his grasp, allows me air and takes it back. He kisses me back to life, biting and sucking every part of me he can reach, leaving his stamp. “I love you. I love you so much.” I cry out to him before my pussy begins to clench.

He stills when I say the words, shock registers on his face and then a devious grin before he asks me one more time. “Do you want to be let free, Satine? I need the words.”

“No, Lar. I need you. Show me who you are and who we will be together.” I begin to buck again; my orgasm is racing towards me. I shout out with each thrust, and cry for his seed. I want to feel him cum inside of me, planting a part of him.

“You don’t ever have to worry about that, Piccola. I will never let you go. Anyone who tries to take you from me, will die by my hands. The very hands that is taking air from you, only to give it back to you when I choose.'' He ruts a few more times before he lets go of my neck and kisses me before putting his forehead to mine. “Let’s finish together, baby.”

With my hair matted to my face, we meet in the middle, our mouths moving slowly together. His finger reaches between us and flicks my clit and I scream, everything goes blurry than black. Vaguely somewhere in the distance I hear him curse and whisper, “I love you too.” Then I feel him drain himself inside of me, the heat between my legs comforting, before nothing exists, but darkness. Seems he got what he wanted.

Thirteen

Larabee

Ihave been staring at her for the last twenty minutes, just watching her sleep. I wore her out and though I am not apologizing for it, I worry I might have taken it too far.

Her body is splayed out on the bed, the sheet having moved leaving her naked and covered in bruises. I lean and kiss her back before getting up to get dressed. We landed in Miami a half hour ago, but I couldn't bring myself to wake her. Knock. Knock. Before I can even say what, the door opens and the head of the stewardess pops in.

“Get the fuck out!” I shout at her. I look toward my wife, and she is still out. I pull on my pants, not worrying about a shirt and walk out of the room.

“I’m so sorry…”

“Don’t you ever walk into that room when my wife is onboard this plane, do you understand?” I know I should calm down, but the thought of anyone, woman or not seeing her like that, naked and sound asleep, makes me see red.

“Yes. I apologize. I just didn’t know if you were awake and knew we had landed.” My anger begins to subside because of course that is why she was coming there. I never thought it was for a different reason. I think that my possessiveness has gotten worse now that I have been inside of her.

“Thank you. You can disembark. I will see to everything else. Have a good night.” I tell her feeling like a little bit of an asshole but not by much.

Walking back into the bedroom, I go through her suitcase and pull out the forest green jumper and gold sandals. I place it on the bed beside her nude panties and bra and wake her.

My lips move all over her face and back as I whisper her name and rub her body. My cock jumps looking at the evidence that I have taken her and now I own her. I should feel like a monster, less than a man seeing the bruises and bite marks on her skin, but I feel anything but. I feel empowered. I feel lucky. I feel hunger. That first session just whetted my appetite. It showed the start of what she can take. There is plenty more where that came from. “Angel, you have to wake up,” I whisper in her ear before pinching her ass.

“Mmm. Go away. I need sleep,” she groans, putting a pillow over her head. Chuckling, I drop to my knees and spread her legs. I know she can feel me because her body begins to wake up. She widens her legs a little more and moans when my tongue takes a swipe through her swollen lips. “Lar,” she moans trying to move. I hold her down and lick more of her cream hoping it helps with the swelling and pain.

“You taste like mine, baby.” Her hands grip my hair, and she pushes her pussy into my face. Smiling against her clit, take one last swipe and stand up.

“What...no? Why’d you stop?” She asks, rolling over on her back. Christ. My entire body reacts to her beauty.

“If you want more of that, we have to get off this plane, baby.” She frowns and throws her arms over her eyes, but then looks at me and nods her head.

“Fine.” I help her out of the bed, pulling her into my arms. My hands go to her ass like it automatically and I lean down and kiss her swollen lips. I can’t help but look into her gorgeous eyes and for the first time I notice they have grown darker since she has been with me. A tinge of guilt washes over me before it is replaced with complete devotion.

“I love you, Satine. I love you like the heart I need to beat. I just need you to know that.” Her arms tighten around my neck, and she pulls me down toward her mouth. It is amazing how this tiny thing manages to make me succumb to her.

“I can feel it, Larabee. I can feel your love, your need, your devotion and your hunger. I feel it all and all of it, I am soaking up. You didn’t scare me, babe. You liberated me.” Damn this girl. “Now, let me get dressed so you can show me my new home.”

I watch her smile when she sees what I picked for her to wear. I leave the room so she can get dressed because all I want to do is devour her again. Instead I put all of the stuff into the waiting car.

“All set,” she says, walking out looking like a dream.

“You look gorgeous, love. Come. Let’s go home.”

Still worn out, my angel falls asleep on my shoulder. I think I even detect a cute little snore from her. I haven’t smiled this much since…well never. For as hard as I am this little thing has me feeling less like a monster and more like a warrior that likes control.

“We’re here sir,” Notrie, my driver, says from the front of the car. My eyes meet him in the mirror, and he nods his head. We just finished a conversation once she passed out about how he is going to be her security and I am trusting him to pick his best to help him guard her.

I met Notrie ten years ago when I killed my father. He was a mercenary sent to rescue a shipment of kidnapped girls and return them to U.S. customs to be transported from there. He was in my father’s house carrying out the orders when he saw me and drew his gun on me. I told him who I was and what I was there for, and he nodded his head.

Once that was over, we kept in touch over one job or another before Giulia found me and I became the one-man recovery team. She would have assigned me a team, but I work best alone.