Chapter 24

May bucked her hips and kicked with her feet, trying to loosen the straps that held her in place. She felt air between her legs and cried out, pushing her knees together and screaming, "NO!"

She could smell the guard's cologne, it invaded her senses and made her sick. Her stomach rebelled just as she heard a voice cry out, "MAY!"

Her eyes shot open and she sat straight up, rolling out of bed and crawling toward the bathroom on her hands and knees. She felt a strong arm around her waist before she was lifted. She looked around in confusion. She wasn't in Fuller.

The bathroom was bright with early morning sunlight and Jericho was lifting the toilet seat and holding back her hair as she threw up everything in her stomach.

She felt him run his fingers through her hair gently, massaging in small circles before he moved away, reaching across her to flush the toilet. She heard the sink turn on and then he was handing her a cool facecloth.

"I'm sorry," May apologized, looking down at the tile floor.

She felt a cool hand on her chin, forcing her head up. Jericho's eyes were the ruby colored, the pupils nearly pinpricks.

"You are safe," he told her, pulling her into his arms before sitting on the floor.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, turning her body so she could bury her face in his neck.

"This is real," she asked, "please tell me that this is real."

"It's real," he reassured her, rubbing her back, "I promise."

May sat back, and covered her face with her hands, pressing the heels of her palms into her eyes. Jericho pulled her hands away from her face so he could see her, "It's real," he told her again.

May made to stand, and Jericho let her, holding her hand so she could brace herself. She moved to the sink, opening a drawer and pulling out a toothbrush and toothpaste, and began brushing her teeth. Jericho noticed that her hand trembled as she brushed and he stood up. He pulled her into his chest and kissed her head.

"You're awake," he said, "you are safe."

May put her toothbrush down and leaned down to take a drink of water. When she stood up, Jericho's eyes were blazing at her. She could feel his erection pressing into the cleft of her bottom. She gave it an experimental wiggle and Jericho growled, his eye darkening.

"Don't move," he said, his voice low and intense.

He pulled her back so she was totally exposed to the mirror.

"Watch me," he directed, as he lined himself up and pushed inside her in one hard thrust.

May cried out, but kept her eyes on Jericho. Color appeared on his cheeks, high and hectic looking. His hair moved along his jaw, in time with his thrusts, and he looked down. May realized he was watching himself enter her body and she became wetter and tighter as she felt the blood rush to the tissues between her legs.

"You're all over me," Jericho husked, his voice just a tiny bit above a growl, "I'll be able to smell you for hours."

May watched him, seeing his jaw twitch as he ground his teeth together. He moved his hands up to cup her breasts, squeezing them tightly before lightly twisting her nipples, and then dropping his hands to her hips.

"Hold onto the counter," he directed, and May moved her hands as he began to pound into her. She panted, trying to keep herself from slamming into the stone top. Jericho wrapped his arm around her hips, anchoring her as he drilled into her. The edges of her vision got hazy as she focused solely on her body and the feel of Jericho. She wanted to reach back and grab him, but his directions echoed through her mind, so she just focused on the feel of him.

"Good girl," he told her, as if reading her mind, and a second later, she was coming, twitching and groaning as her orgasm pulsed through her. Jericho followed right on her heels, spilling into her. She could feel him, leaking from between her legs and down her thighs.

He kept thrusting slowly, even after he'd come, before bending her leg at the knee and spinning her around. He lifted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist before walking them back into the bedroom.

"I'm going to mount you," he told her, watching her as he thrust, "so you can feel me all day long. If you feel scared or unsure, you'll feel me here," his hand moved between them and rubbed at her clit before rimming her entrance where he continued to thrust, "and you'll know it's real."

May closed her eyes, and let herself get lost in the sensations. It's real, she told herself over and over, it's real.