Possessing Providence(25)

He gritted his teeth, studying her expression and letting out a breath of relief, seeing only pleasure on her lovely features.

Even his toes curled and he felt his balls tingle watching his beautiful female take her pleasure on him.

Mine, forever. A feral growl rumbled up from below at the thought of someone trying to take her away. She really did have no idea of her allure. He would never allow anyone near her, and would possess her always.

In this position, he had better access to her magnificent breasts while she slid back and forth. He squeezed and toyed with her nipples, extracting more moans and some little gasps. Needing more control, he again gripped her hips, pushing up and driving into her harder, now seeking his own pleasure.

She threw back her head, leaning away and giving him, and particularly his thumb, access to her clit. He slipped it over her swollen nub, rubbing in small circles. No sooner did he do this, her pussy quivered and the grimace of exquisite pleasure on her face was the telltale sign she was about to come.

Her mouth opened and her body shook, but it took a moment for her cry to come out. Panting, she fell forward, slumping over him. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her forehead and stroked her soft hair away from her beautiful face. After waiting a moment, he pulled away from her heat and rolled them both over again. She did not protest when he turned her, but widened her legs and pulled her hips back. With one stroke, he shoved back deep inside her, making her groan. She panted and gasped with every hard stroke into her body, her breasts bouncing.

He reached around grabbing them while he pounded over and over into her. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass, soft grunts from him and her moans filled the air. His body tightened with the climax racing through his body, boiling to his cock and exploding inside her. Time suspended for a single moment, as he held and marked his corami.

She shuddered under him and he collapsed to the side. Brushing the damp locks of hair from her neck, he kissed her, pulling her close against him.

Fight. I have to take a risk. The words floated back while his mind and body calmed. She was right; they could not live like this in this place forever. If they wanted a chance at freedom, he would have to take a risk and fight for it.





Chapter 10

“Are you happy?” Prov cracked an eyelid open to peer at Zelron.

He raised a dark eyebrow in question. “You’ve completely worn me out, again.”

The deep chuckle rumbling from his chest was a delightful sound and she wondered how many times of happiness and laughter her big, hardened warrior had experienced in his lifetime. She wanted to see more of his smiles and hear more of his laughter.

“Happy to know you are pleased.”

Pleased didn’t cover how wonderful she felt. She licked her lips. Her throat was parched from all the screaming and panting and she was sure all this sex was burning a lot of calories, if nothing else.

She moved to pull from his arms. “I need a drink.”

“Stay.” He tugged her back onto the mattress, rolled over and climbed to his feet.

“Yes, Mr. Bossy Boots.” She lounged back, propping her elbow on the mattress and resting her head on the palm of her hand, watching his tight, naked arse move while he reached for the white plastic jug on the table. It still contained orange juice they saved from breakfast. Juice, which she insisted they provide for him, since they have been coming in like vampires to drain him of his blood. Despite it, he looked healthy, strong and wonderfully sexy. She sighed dreamily, gazing at him.

Pouring a cup, he lifted it to his lips and swallowed it down.

“Hey, where’s mine?”

His face twisted into a fierce frown and he lifted the cup to sniff it. Instantly, she knew something was wrong. He was clutching the cup in a tight fist and stared at the remainder of the juice, taking a step back.

“They have drugged this. I can taste it.”

“Oh, crap.” Those fucking bastards! Her heart pounded in her ears, sudden panic gripping her, making her chest tight. She leapt off the bed, and clutched his arm. “Sit down, don’t fall down.”

He sat on the end of the bed. “Can you throw it up?”

He shook his head. “It does not work, I have tried before.”

“What do I do, Zelron?” She wrapped her arms around him. He gripped her tightly against his chest.

“Be calm, my little one. I did not drink it all; it won’t affect me as much, but, it will weaken me. I think it is what th… they w…want.” His voice slurred.

The weight of his body pressed more against hers. She saw him struggling against the drug starting to work in his system.

The door flew open and in marched four guards, behind them Forrester and Martin.