This Is War, Baby - K Webster Page 0,20

but it thrusts me right into another type of pleasure—one that resonates in another part of my body where he fills me.

My body thrashes with the intensity and doesn’t stop. The clitoral and internal vaginal orgasms are intense but this one seems to devour my soul with ecstasy. I hate it but I love it. It’s too much and yet blissfully completes me.

“Yes,” he groans and empties himself into me. I should be horrified at the feeling of having his cum pour out of my ass and down my thighs but I’m not. I’m cold and numb and quickly coming down from the high he gave me. Pain begins to resurface and I start crying hysterically. He’s gentle when he slides out of me and I’m grateful. I should hate him but all I can do is thank him for not hurting me worse.

“Come here, my love. Let’s get you back to the house before you freeze.”

He scoops my dirty, shuddering body from the ground and pulls me against him. I cry into his neck and snuggle against him for warmth.

“Shhh, baby. I’m going to take care of you now.”

I want to scream at him for hurting me but all I can do is pray for warmth and sleep. Soon. The trip back to the house is short and by the time we make it back inside the warm cabin, I’m in shock. I think.

“Can you stand?” His voice is sweet and concerned. It melts me like butter. I cling to his loving nature.

“I don’t think so. I can’t stop shaking and it hurts.”

He sighs and kisses my forehead before setting me on the toilet. The cold lid soothes my sore butt and I try to control my tears. Gabe seems larger than life in this small bathroom. He’s every bit a ferocious lion and I’m his caged little bird that he wants to eat. I shiver at the realistic comparison.

The bath begins to fill with hot water. I crave to climb inside and dip below the surface. To hide from the fierce animal that screwed me in the woods as if we were just that—animals.

“Oh, baby, you hurt yourself. You’re bleeding.”

My tears have stopped falling and my eyes find his. I can’t speak so I just stare at him. His brows furrow, almost angrily, as he kneels before me.

“Baylee, I can’t lose you now. You’re strong and a survivor, remember? I was so proud of you out there. You accepted your punishment like a champ.”

I don’t bristle. I don’t flinch. I don’t frown.

I stare.

“Snap out of it, sweetheart. Let’s get you bathed and then I’ll stitch your wound up. Then I’ll hold you in our warm bed, okay?”

Our warm bed.

Seems like heaven.

A small whimper escapes me and my eyes tear up again.

“There she is. Come on beautiful,” he says as he helps me to my feet. “I’m going to spoil you.”

I want him to fix it.

I want him to stroke my hair until I fall asleep.

I want him to hold me while I dream terrifying dreams of him.

While he’s the monster in and out of reality, he’s also the slayer of those demons. Somehow, he protects me from himself. It confuses me. I hate him.

No, I don’t hate him.

My eyes flick over to the mirror and I gape in shock. The blonde hair I used to straighten and spend hours on before school is now a wild, ratty mess. Dark circles hang below my eyes. Scratches litter my neck and chest from the fall in the woods. Blood trickles from my pouty lips and I frown.

I look terrible.

My eyes raise to the dark ones that seem to stare a hole through me.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life, Baylee. I want to live inside of you—your body and your mind. You affect some carnal part of myself that I never knew existed. With you,” he says and waves his hand in the air, “this is all different. Powerful and meaningful. You’re the one.”

I nod and try to smile. It hurts the cut on my lip so I refrain. “So keep me, Gabe. Please. I promise I’ll make you happy.”

His lips find my neck. “You already do make me happy. And though we may part, I’ll have you back in the end. I promise you, baby.”

He consumes me. His scent. His touch. His words. I believe every word he says.

“All better, sweetheart.”

The shock has worn off and I’m exhausted. I could sleep for days. “Thank you.”

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