Dark Needs (The Dark Light of Day 1.5)

MINE.

Never again would we ever be apart.

For the rest of my life, every day I drew breath, I would make fucking sure of it.

We unlatched from our kiss just long enough for to Bee to push my jeans down over my hips, getting on her knees to help pull them off my legs.

Owen’s blood on her cheek.

"What?" she asked when she noticed I was staring. My woman was on her knees in front of me, blood from a life I took smeared on her face. I had an image flash through my brain of Bee's pink lips wrapped around my cock, and I almost blew my load right then.

At least, Owen had been good for something.

I made quick work of removing the rest of our clothes. Finally, there was nothing between us. Skin to skin. Hard on soft. My cock throbbed against her belly, dripping with need onto her skin as we clawed at one another, needing to be closer still.

I closed my eyes, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, digging my fingers into her hair, holding her against me like at any moment I was going to realize that it was all just part of the dream I'd had every night since the day I left.

When I opened my eyes and looked down, my heart fluttered in my chest like a kid with a crush, because it was all real. She was there in the room with me. She wanted to be with me.

I think she still fucking loved me.

I set her back against the pillows and pushed her knees apart, spreading her legs so I could look upon what was mine. Her pussy glistened, waiting for me to stretch it open and fill it with my cock.

I needed to taste it.

I dove in fast, licking her from clit to rear and back again, flattening my tongue to get as much of her wetness in my mouth as possible. Bee shrieked in surprise, but quickly settled back against the pillows, gripping the sheets in her fists. Her moan vibrated against my tongue.

Since I was sure as shit I was going to hell and this was the only taste of heaven I was ever going to experience, so I was going to fucking take it.

Over and over again. For as long as she would let me.

Which I hoped would be forever.

Bee moaned again and fisted my hair, pulling on it as I lapped at her clit over and over again. Her thighs flailed on both sides of my face. The harder she pulled, the more turned on I got. I rubbed my cock against the mattress in an effort to find some sort of relief from the pain of my arousal. I pointed my tongue and drove it into her pussy. She arched her back and bit her lip, stifling a scream.

I decided right then and there that if I was ever put away on death row for any one of the many murders I'd carried out, the last meal I would request would be Bee's pussy.

I reached up and placed my hand over her lips to help quiet her, but instead of fighting me she sucked two of my fingers inside her mouth, rolling her tongue around them as I groaned onto her clit, the vibrations causing her to throw her head back and close her eyes. I pumped into her with two fingers from my other hand, groaning at the tightness of her pussy and was lost in the thought of her milking my cock the way she was milking my fingers right up until her tight little cunt clenched around them. Bee suddenly lifted her ass off the mattress and arched her back as she screamed through the greatest and most beautiful orgasm I'd ever witnessed, her pussy slowly pulsing its way back to earth.

"MY fucking pussy," I growled. "MINE."

Bee and I didn't do this the first time. I didn't have the chance to taste her back then, but I'd spent a great amount of time while we were apart thinking about it. Nothing in my imagination could even fathom what the taste of her orgasm on my tongue would like be in reality.

Bee's pussy tasted like sex wrapped in sunshine, rolled up in thousand dollar bills, and covered in powdered sugar.

Four years ago, when I took Bee's virginity, it was selfish of me. It was wrong. She was only seventeen and so vulnerable.

I would do it all over again every day for the rest of my fucking life.

Back then, I thought we would have all the time in the world. I thought we would have the chance to explore each other, experiment with what feels good, and generally fuck the shit out of each other until we were too tired to move, or until we fucking died.

Because frankly, I would gladly go to hell with my dick deep inside Bee.

Bee barely had a chance to find her way back into consciousness before I was between her legs, my hands on her knees, spreading her open in front of me, my cock ready to push into the most beautiful pink center I'd ever had the privilege of entering.

I grabbed my shaft to guide it home when Bee said something that made me pause. "Will it hurt this time?" she asked, panting. Her little nipples stood at attention with the quick rise and fall of her chest.

"What?" I asked. Too much blood was in my cock, and I was unable to focus on conversation.

"Last time, it didn't really hurt, but it pinched. I was just wondering if it would hurt again."

"Bee?" I asked, momentarily stunned, my hand still on my cock.

"Yeah?"

"When was the last time you did this?" The question made me want to vomit. I knew what Owen did to her, and he paid the ultimate fucking price. But I hadn't really thought about what she'd done while I was gone. Imagining anyone else touching her was enough to make my dick turn into an innie, but I couldn't blame her. It was my fault. I'd left her on her own. Of course she would've dated, leaned on someone else for comfort.

I was going to fucking puke.

"Four years ago, at the apartment at your shop."

I didn't know exactly what to say, but when I opened my mouth the only thing that came out was "Why, baby?"

"I'd already found you. I wasn't looking for anyone else. You touching me may not burn me anymore." She looked as if what she was saying pained her. "But just the thought of anyone else touching me is still enough to set my skin on fire." Bee's eyes started to water and my heart constricted in my chest.

This girl.

This girl was going to kill me with fucking emotions.

"Only me?" My male pride swelled right along with my cock.

"Only you. It's only ever been you," Bee said, cupping my face in her hands.

I lost it. Opening my mouth to hers, our tongues danced and mingled. Her lips were soft and perfect. I kept imagining how they would look while tonguing my cock, but there would be time for that. Right then, I needed to make her mine again. With little to no control left, I managed to reign it in to reassure Bee that it would be okay. Pulling back from our kiss, I whispered, "I'll go slow. I'll be gentle."

I assured her while completely unsure if I could actually follow through with that promise.

Gentle wasn't my thing.

My dick ached, and all I could think about was sinking into her tight heat.

"No," Bee said.

"No?" I asked.

"No, don't be gentle. Just be mine."

I didn't wait for any more of a confirmation after that, not wanting to give her time to change her mind. I lined my cock up with her entrance, rubbing the head through her wet folds a few times before looking into the glazed over eyes of the woman I loved and sinking my cock deep inside her with one long overdue thrust.

Warm.

Wet.

Soft.

Tight.

Home.

I almost came right then and there. From the sounds Bee was making, I knew she was right there with me. I sat up on the bed and grabbed the back of Bee's neck, dragging her up with me. As I thrust up into her pussy, I looked into her heavily lidded eyes, licked her throat, and grabbed fistfuls of her ass. Stroking her clit with my thumb, I brought her to orgasm for the second time, grabbing her chin to stop her head from falling backward. I needed to look into the eyes of the woman I loved when she came for me, her wetness dripping down to my balls as her pussy clenched around my shaft.

Fucking beautiful.

This woman, with scars inside and out, had chosen me to be with. Fucked up, undeserving me.

The sick thing was that she knew exactly who I was.

She still wanted me.

She LOVED me.

What the fuck was wrong with her?

I couldn't wait to come any longer. I forcefully pressed Bee back down into the mattress, pummeling her pussy with my cock. Her pink lips parted, her head thrown back in ecstasy. I was totally mesmerized by the look on her face when my orgasm hit me with wrecking ball type force that could take down a damn building. My balls tightened to the point of pain, my cock spurting streams of hot cum into the pussy it was made to come into.

Holy. Fuck.

I fell back onto the pillows and maneuvered Bee so that she was lying on top of my chest. When I could focus again, I slowly ran my hand through her beautiful red hair. It was the first thing I'd noticed about her. I traced the intricate tattoo on her shoulder with my fingers, slowly making my way around the scars that decorated her back and right arm.

Those scars kept her from connecting with people for so long, but when it came to me, she'd knocked down every barrier she'd ever built so she could let me in.

Into her life.

Into her heart.

Into her body.

My fucking girl. The pride in my heart was almost too much. I squeezed Bee and kissed the top of her head.

"I fucking love you, Bee."

"I fucking love you, too, Jake.”

TWO

"Is now a bad time to tell you we should've used a condom?"

"Why? You got the clap?" I teased. Bee's little giggle lit up my dark soul.

"No, but I'm not on anything," She said. Oddly enough, this time around the thought never occurred to me to use protection. This was my woman. I had no plans of ever wrapping it up again. We needed to be as close as possible, skin to skin, and whatever happens, happens. Georgia was by far the greatest gift in the world. An amazing little girl that a bastard like me didn't deserve. I wouldn't mind another just like her, especially since this time I would be able to see Bee with a big baby belly, her tits soft and swollen.