Page 26 of Seen By Larabe

“Yes. Yes I know.” Of course I know. Whenever something seeps inside of him makes him more anxious, he fucks into a coma all the while telling me what they wanted from me that only he owns now.

“That's right my greedy little angel. They wanted this snatch for themselves. They wanted that whole secret. That innocence. They wanted what they didn't deserve but I earned it. I fucking earned it by rescuing you, spoiling you and now by owning you every damn day. Christ. Your pussy squeezed me harder when I said that. Do you like knowing I own you, Piccola? You love being a cosseted little slut, don’t you?” Oh Crap. His mouth is so fucking filthy and too a woman who was a victim, they would sting and bring up all sorts of issues, but my husband, when he says them it is with a dominant obsessive possession that I crave. There is a certain freedom in his claim.

“Yes. I love it because I love you, Larabee.” He growls and sits back on his knees. With my legs in his hands, he pushes them up and back and begins rutting into me with a desperate frenzy.

“Why is it never deep enough?” he shouts. He leans down and takes my mouth with the same abandon. Together we bite, lick and suck clinging to one another like this is the last time.

“Larabee. Please.” I beg throwing my pussy back at him, meeting his thrusts.

“Look at you trying to suck my seed from me. You want that, don't you? You want me to breed you, I’ve you my children and make sure you can never walk away from me. Say it. Tell me to breed this baby factory. Fuck. Say it, Satine. God damn it, this pussy is making me a bitch.”

Hearing him talk about babies, makes my pussy gush and a tiny orgasm flows through me. “Yes. I want your babies, babe. I want to be a family with you.” I finally give voice to the words I have been holding in not sure if he is ready.

He stops mid-stroke, and his eyes change from ferocious to soft and unsure, “Are you sure, angel? Do you really want a real family with me, even knowing what I do?” My big strong, sexy husband lets a hint of vulnerability pee through and the lioness in me wants to vanquish it for him.

With each of my hands on his face, I spread my legs wider, hook my ankles behind his ass and squeeze his cock before lifting up to kiss him. “I love you, Larabee. You are a strong protector, a vicious avenger and my own personal warrior. I want everything in this life and the next with you.” I simply stare into his eyes and give him a second to find what he is looking for.

Not breaking his eye contact, he kisses me chastely at first, and slowly slides his tongue in and out of my mouth. He brushes my sweaty hair from my face and smiles at me. His strokes become slower, lingering and filled with so much love it is almost too much.

“How did you know?” I ask, wondering how he knew I needed this softer part of him after the confession I just made.

“I know what you need, Piccola. I always will.” he says, sliding in so slowly my toes begin to curl.

“Larabee,” I call his name, a whisper in his ear and a plea to take me over and over. He links each of my hands with his and extends them over my head. “So good. So full, babe. I love you so much.” I cry out feeling more emotional.

“You are so fucking beautiful, baby. And all mine.” He kisses me so sweetly, the love so clear and palpable I think both of us are going to burst.

Slowly, he makes love to me, and I can’t tell where he ends, and I begin. It’s soul consuming. Tears start sliding out from my eyes. The raw unspoken passion is heady and deafening. My body is preparing to let go and I can feel how hard he’s shaking.

“You fucking own me, angel. You own my life.” I whimper into his mouth and hold him to me, both of us completely naked and bare before one another in a way we have never been. “I can’t hold it anymore, baby.” His thumb moves between us and with a slight pinch he sends me right to the stars. “Shit. Shit. Shit!” I feel his salty heat fill me up and it triggers another orgasm from me. We lay there, him on top of me, smothering me and I don’t want him to move.

I don’t know how long he stays there but when he rolls over and pulls me on top of him, he kisses my head and takes a deep breath. I know he is about to say something. “Your dad landed in Miami three days ago.” It sure as hell wasn’t that. My head snaps up and like a well-planned trigger, I can feel the panic rising.

“What? Where? Does he…does he know where…I have to go.” I don’t realize I am actively pushing against him trying to get away before I hear a faint curse and then I am on my back staring into his concerned eyes.

“Baby look at me. You are safe. You know that right?” I try to take a deep breath and calm myself. I use the pulse of his hands in mine to lead me. “There’s my girl.” He kisses my nose before sitting us both up. “Are you alright baby?” Nodding, I bury my face in his neck.

“Yes. I’m sorry. I mean logically I knew at some point this was going to come full circle, I guess I just thought we had more time.” Maybe I just wished we did.

“Yeah angel, I know.” Then his words wiggle in my mind.

“Wait, you said three days ago. That was the day you couldn't reach me.” It all makes sense now.

“Yeah.” He looks a little sheepish. “When I saw the pictures, this visceral rejection of him anywhere near you hit me like a ton of bricks.”

“Trust me, I feel the same way. What do we do?” I don’t want to show him I am scared. I don’t want him to feel like I don't trust him to protect me, but part of me is terrified.

Standing from the bed with me in his arms, he walks across the hallway of our bedroom and into the spare room that is going to be the nursery. Yeah I have been planning. I watch him move a picture and reveal a silver panel. “Put your thumb right here.” I do as he says and watch when another panel opens. “Now look right into this with your left eye.” Once I have done that, a secret room opens, and my mouth widens.

“What is this place?” A panic room. Technically it is like an apartment within a house. It is sound proof, has two bedrooms and a bathroom and is stocked with any and everything you could think of. If something happens, I want you to run for this room, do you understand?”

“Yes, but how will I know when I can come out?”

“Either I, your cousin, Rocco or Aurora will come and get you.” Nodding, I lay my head back down on his chest. It is my favorite place to be. He lifts my chin, so I am looking at him. “If there is ever a reason for you to run here, I want you to do so with no regard for me whatsoever, Satine. Do you understand?” Fear flits through my body thinking of him being in danger which is silly because I know he basically is every damn day, but this, this sounds different. This sounds inevitable. Not like an ‘if.’

“I understand,” I tell him although it is killing me to think of having to leave him behind.

Once all of that is done, we shower, he fucks me against the wall before washing me from head to toe and picking out a one-piece jumpsuit for me to wear for the day. While he showers I brush my hair out and decide to let it dry naturally so that it is curly. I like it. It gives me a Miami sort of look.