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I woke up to blonde hair laid out on a pearly pillow gleaming in the sunlight. Next to me, Ellis was on her back with her hands up at the level of her eyes. I could see her face clearly and I reached out to touch her. She was a work of art, far superior to any ink painting. I ran my forefinger down her cheek to the smooth skin of her neck. The blood was gone, she must have woken in the night to wash up. I closed my eyes and leaned in to kiss her neck pausing only briefly to breathe her in. I looked up at her face. Her eyes with it's unique curve was most enchanting about her.
The covers only came up to her hips and the rest of the duvet had been pushed away revealing her upper half. I challenged my hands to cross over her stomach before she could wake up. I let my hands rest on her and then move to one hip. She was alarmingly thin. I would have to tell Alfred to cook more, and make sure she eats. I rested back into my spot next to her and watched her sleep. When her eyes finally opened, she blinked. Her long lashes gently caressing her. She seemed happy to see me. She smiled and I could only look away knowing where this was going. She would get hurt.
She turned to me and reached out her hands across me. She was warm, though not as hot as my skin felt at the moment. She must have noticed because she snuggled in closer to steal the heat.
Could I really allow myself...? If I could just trap her here, make her mine forever- it was too selfish. A frown settled slowly and I condemned my thoughts. I couldn't do that to her.
It was a moment before she spoke,
"I... I'm sorry about yesterday. It was careless. It shouldn't have happened," she said unsmiling.
Women...
My frown grew heavier. Was she talking about leaving or the kiss? Only one way to find out without actually having to ask...
I began to sit up and she moved off of me, also sitting up. I leaned in close to her and instinctively she backed up. I invaded her until her back was on the bed. She meant to say something, but it stopped short and came out only a small whimper.
Her eyes were wide, and I knew she was definitely not used to this. It was... cute, and that's not a word I use. I let a smirk cross my lips. I hovered mine above hers. She rose to meet mine and that was all I needed to know. That she regretted leaving, but didn't regret the kiss. That sums up to; She wants to be with me, and that was perfect. I shouldn't do this... but it's so easy.
She let her hands run down my arms, and she moaned. I parted her lips with an added force and flicked my tongue against her bottom lip and she jumped. I pulled back and she was staring at me.
"Tongue?" she questioned with a spot of fear. She had never kissed with tongue before?
"Was I your first kiss?" I asked her letting too much ego seep through. I silently cursed. I can't let her know too much, for more reasons than; it's just fun to tease her. She nodded, and promptly let my arms go bringing them closer into herself. Did this show that she doesn't want to be too forward in fear that she'll offend? Or perhaps she's simply too nervous to touch me.
I let my hips fall to touch hers, letting her feel the excitement nature grants me in the morning. She tensed and her eyes widened as the blood rushed to her cheeks.
"Bruce!" she said warningly. I didn't move. "Bruce...what are you-"
"I'm figuring you out, your an open book," I told her lightly.
"Um, thanks?" she said pushing on me with her hands. I refused to be moved.
"I can read everything in your eyes, as dark as they may be. Not to mention how vocal you are. You don't realize this?" I asked her simply kissing up her neck.
"Huh!?" she gasped and looked at me incredulously, "I want to get up!" she demanded and pushed on me more. A laugh rumbled through me. She was so small, most likely 115 lbs, but with the way she's been feeding herself? 110 and she was trying to push 210 lbs?
"Don't laugh at me!" she slapped my cheek and I stopped laughing. All expression left her face.
"I'm sorry I was just play..." I took her wrist and forced it down to the bed. Doing the same with her other hand, she was trapped just the way I wanted her. I leaned into her neck and kissed once before licking the same spot.
"Bruce please!" She squirmed under me feeling very uncomfortable, "I... I've never... !" she squeaked.
I continued the biting torture that made her mewl. Making my way down the smooth skin of her belly, she twisted and twitched. That's when I noticed the first bruise, just above her pelvic bone that protruded to much for my taste. I realized that I wished to- take care of her. To really care for someone. I kissed the bruise sweetly and she stilled, watching me.
"Bruce..." she scolded. I looked up at her. Her hair wild, cheeks crimson and her eyes suddenly sad. She was beautiful, but I could not have her no matter how badly I wanted her body... her heart. I wanted to curse what ever God that could create such untouchable beauty. I forced myself off of her, I felt sick. I heard her small voice too close to me too quickly.
"Did I do something wrong?" her voice was small and the hurt seeped through like an overflowing gutter full of rain water. Now she was doubting herself and it was my fault.
"It's hard to tell what your thinking... Your a book sealed tight and the cover doesn't even give me a hint... Just- please, stop thinking." I turned to her, meeting her onyx eyes.
"Please?" she whispered and reached out to me.
I shook my head denying myself of her and turning away. She would get hurt, if she isn't already. She kept her path and her determination. She touched me, slowly wrapping her arms around my shoulders.
"Elle, you will get hurt or worse," I said simply running my hands over my face. I sighed frustrated, so frustrated in so many ways.
"Not if I'm with you," she smiled happily.
No, no, NO!
"You don't understand!" I ripped her arms from me and forced her to look at me. Getting up from the bed I turned to face her. She was on her knees facing me, regaining her balance from the loss of my support. I took her face in my hands as gently as I could without cracking the porcelain curves.
"They will try to kill you! They 'have' tried to kill you," my chest was on fire and my anger forced out a fear in her eyes. A fear of... 'me.' She rebounded quickly tugging my hands down.
"They were already trying to kill me!" Her scream seemed to echo. "I... I want to be here. I want this," tears formed and rimmed her eyes, threatening to fall. I kissed her fiercely, impulsively. Tightening my grip on her to bring her closer. She would 'not' cry because of me. If I have her, I would have to keep her here, captive even. I won't lose her.
"You're mine," I growled, "You'll never leave."
"Yes," she whispered, "never."
I prepped my hands to rip the camisole down the front. With a quick tug the top fell apart and drifted to the floor. I picked her up and laid her back on the bed. I set one knee on the bed, next to her and leaned over her using my arm to keep my balance. Though I was far above her, I could watch every breath her body took.
I pushed her last piece of clothing down her legs. She pressed her legs together and I couldn't help but smirk.
"This is what you want?" I asked her my voice dark, husky. It wasn't Bruce anymore...
"Please," she begged and took my hand placing it over her heart. I let my hand fall lower to cup her breast. I teased her nipple and she drew in a quick breath.
"More!" she gasped, pushing her hips up toward me. I would not say no this time. I leaned over her, using my hands to push her legs apart. I could see that she was ready. The tips of my fingers found her clit and I studied her face as I circled. Her eyes slammed shut and her mouth made an 'O' as she arched her back. She gripped my hair and pulled relentlessly.
I slipped a finger inside her slowly, and then out and in again, but this time with two, to open her.
She moaned out long and lusty. I grunted, only to look down to see her delicate hand caressing the tip of my cock that was wet with my own desire.
I leaned over her and kissed her lips to distract her from the fact that I was now between her legs. My tip touched her sensitive center and she moaned into my mouth.
I pushed up against her and she groaned in frustration. I placed myself at her center again and slowly invaded her sighing at how tight she was. She gripped my shoulders, her face screwing up in pain.
She longed for air while I pushed in deeper still. I was stopped but knew to push forward, and she broke underneath me. I stopped to allow her time to adjust. She smiled at me.
"You are wonderful," she said dreamily. I kissed her forehead and began to move slowly. It wasn't long before she was crying out. My breath was heavy as I moved faster in her. Her perky breasts bounced and I had to kiss them. She screamed obscenities as I felt my peak rushing towards me. I held it off and continued to pound into her while she begged.
I pulled out of her and gently kissed her. I helped turn her on her stomach while she moaned quietly to herself. I pushed into her again, but from behind. "Oh!" She yelped and gripped the sheets pulling them into herself. I started at a continuous rhythm, but lightly so as not to hurt her.
"Mmm, harder! Please!" she screamed at me and I pounded almost cruelly into her while she looked for something to hold on to. She began to pull all the blankets and sheets to her as she clawed at the bed.
"Ah, you- are- so- good!" she cried enthralled in erotic bliss. Her hands reached back for me so I took both of her hands hostage and pounded harder. She began to scream relentlessly and I slowed down letting her breath. Once she caught her breath she whispered.
"Why... why did you stop?" she whined. I couldn't tell how much more she could endure. So I simply asked her.
"More?" it came out too surprised, and I laughed at myself. I pulled out of her and she gasped. I helped her roll over and I pushed her farther up the bed so I could be fully over her and not standing. I crawled above her and kissed her as she nodded her head. I trapped her hands once more, centering myself again and pushed carefully. She bit her lip at the pain, but once momentum built she was as happy as ever. Her legs wrapped around me and I kissed her neck as I made love to her.
Is that what was happening? Making love? I looked at her as she released the most sensual breathy moans. I kissed her jaw, back to her ear and nipped her earlobe. She gasped again and moaned in exhale but this time it was my name, "Bruce." There was no denying I was in love with this woman. I lifted her leg and reached deeper with in her. Her eyes shot open and her newly freed hand went to her abdomen. She looked at me in shock.
"I can feel all of you!" she exclaimed astounded at my length. I hide a smile and gave her an out of place harder thrust among my soft pace. She gasped and her head flew back against the bed.
"Bruce," she cried and I released her leg. I grabbed her hip and moved faster and my own pleasure built.
I avoided cumming lazily inside her and instead pulled out. She moaned at the warmth across her stomach. I rolled off of her and leaned back only to kiss her head, petting her hair sweetly.
"Oh my gosh... why don't we do that everyday?" she said sleepily still unmoving from her spot. I smiled at her.
"Come, I'll start a bath." I went to start the bath and when I came back I saw her looking at her hands curiously. It was her pinky coated in- her pinky disappeared in her mouth and I raised my eyebrows at her. Waiting for her reaction... Her face remained pleasant and yet unsatisfied.
"Salty," she finished and she laughed once she looked up at me.
"What?" I asked her confused as to what was so funny.
"Your face!" she laughed and fell back onto the bed. I rolled my eyes at her and remembered how young she was. I froze. She's too young. For all this, she's far too young. Violence and sex. I felt shame settle into my gut and I almost fell to my knees as I looked at her young body laughing so carelessly and free. It made me sick, thinking of the things she'd seen. I was ruining her life.
"Bruce?" she asked me innocently and with copious amounts of worry. She got up from the bed and came to me. Placing her hands on my face she made me look at her.
"Are you okay?" I asked her, it was forced. I couldn't bare to know if she was hurt.
"Bruce I'm- alive. This is the happiest I've ever been," she stated firmly. She took my hand and led me to the bathroom. Together we washed the morning away in the shower. All of the monsters that hurt her had left their mark. Bruises and cuts patterned her body and anger seeped through my fingertips, crushed in the fists I made as I washed her with a soapy sponge. I could kill. I could kill anyone that touched her. All my mind was focused on was her happiness. If anyone were to even to attempt to obstruct her happiness they would die. My code was nothing now compared to the need to protect. Her love would change me no doubt. I took her face in my hands, dropping the sponge and kissed her desperately in what felt like rain.
