Hearing her say she’s been with other men has my blood running hot. Pinching her chin between my forefinger and thumb I remind her, “You belong to me, Grace. Your lips are mine, your pussy is mine, and even your ass is mine. There’s no man before me and there will be no man after me. You and me, this is it.” Her eyes flash with something I can’t decipher but I continue even as she releases a soft gasp. “I will kill any man who lays a hand on you. And I’ll do worse to anyone who fucking hurts you. This is who I am, Grace. This is the man you chose, the man you fought for. And if there is one god damn thing I’m sure of in my life it is that you’re mine and no one else’s. Because you know what I believe, Grace?”
“What?” She breathes with a dazed expression.
“I believe that you were made for me. And if anyone tries to fuck with that I’ll kill them. It’s that fucking simple.”
She swallows but she doesn’t look one bit horrified or repulsed. No, her eyes shimmer with affection They stare downat me with wonder and awe. Her body, her soft and plush curves melt against me. “I believe you.”
And with those three words she has sealed the fate of any man who dare touches her or anyone who tries to hurt her.
Grace is fucking mine.
And she always will be.
Gracie Mae
Some time in the early morning Oak must have carried me to bed because I wake up alone.
It doesn’t surprise me. Oak hasn’t known peace since he enlisted.
And I’m making it my mission, my fight, to show him that the peace he’s desperately searching for, the peace he’s dying fighting for, is a reality he can have.
Oak giving in was his own way of asking, no,pleading, for help.
And that’s exactly what I am going to do.
When he’s too weak I’ll put him over my shoulders and carry him to safer travels. When he’s wounded I’ll patch him up. When he’s too exhausted I’ll stay up on guard so he can rest.
My heart that I wear proudly and maybe naively on my sleeve will give him every beat.
And I know what that sounds like.
And I know what it feels like.
It feels a lot like the‘L’word.
And I know without a doubt I do.
I love Oak.
Wanting to freshen up before I see him I rise out of bed and I feel a deep ache that I honestly have never felt before.
Fuck, last night was the most mind blowing erotic pleasurable night of my entire existence.
Oak fucked me last night like a man who hadn’t fucked in ages.
There was a roughness in the way he handled me that I more than enjoyed, I fucking loved it.
As I walk in the en-suite bathroom I turn on the light and look at myself in the mirror.
Wow.
My blonde hair is in compete disarray. My makeup is all smeared as if I had a night out on the town. And my skin is flushed.
I looked thoroughly fucked.
A little giggle escapes me and I clamp my hand over my mouth to silence the sound.
Opening the medicine cabinet I find makeup wipe removers and I silently thank the ladies for remembering to have them here for me.
