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His velvety tongue darted back and forth, warmed my vagina and kneaded my clit. He puckered his lips around my button and nibbled, taunted, tortured. I bit my tongue.

"So fucking
wet
." He steadily licked a path to the delicate spot and feasted. "So hot. I'm gonna tongue fuck you, suck your pussy till you squirt in my mouth."

Yes. Yes yes yes. Oh god yes don't stop.
I arched when he stepped up the pace, tasting my swollen clit.

"
Mmm
. C'mon baby, let me feel you come all over my tongue." Lick, taste, nibble
.
"Oh fuck yeah." He sucked me as the tip of his tongue rapidly circulated and zig-zagged. I couldn't take much more.

"You taste
so
fucking good. Sweet. I could taste your delicious pussy forever, keep your flavor on my lips." He lapped the center. "C'mon, baby. Come on my tongue. I wanna
taste
you." He tongued the upper portion of my clit until the heat peaked and I saw heaven... didn't quite realize I was shrieking his name. I jerked as he mercilessly sucked and tongued, sending my orgasm to electrifying heights.

"Does it feel good, baby? I could tongue fuck you all night. Make you come over and over." He continued feasting, giving me the ultimate climax. "
Mm,
baby yeah. Come, come, come." His head bobbed between my trembling legs.

Tireless. Shameless.
Christ almighty
.

Brandon wore a salacious grin when he slipped away. He touched his mouth, formed a V with two fingers and his tongue darted through.

"Hope you enjoyed it." He winked and left.

I couldn't breathe or speak. My pussy jolted, vibrated with after shocks and sweat dampened my brow. Clit felt heavy while copious cream saturated my inner thighs.

Seemed Dr. Jekyll had taken Hyde's place.

If only Jekyll could stay.
Permanently
.

M
y perception of reality changed.

So did my feelings for Brandon.

He wasn't
bad
as I once thought. He was human like everyone else. In fact I got along better with my captor than with my own father.

Totally fucked up—yet true.

Shocking how he'd given me oral sex. It was his way of asking my forgiveness. Probably the
only
way he knew how.

If I pleased him, stroked his ego, allowed him to make love to me, he'd treat me well. Things would be fine and he wouldn't take his anger out on strangers.

Or me.

Since I resolved to appease Brandon and see things from his perspective, my fears diminished in an emotional rebirth.

He wanted forgiveness and love. I'd give it to him.

One day, he stopped by with a laptop under his arm. He offered it as I lounged on the sofa in the basement.

"Here. I figured you could use another form of entertainment aside from the TV," he said.

Gingerly I set the thin device on my legs. "Thanks."

He lowered to give me a peck on the mouth. He pulled back, stared with a shy grin. In that moment he wasn't an enemy or captor—he was simply Brandon. Although who was the
real
Brandon?

Nevertheless the aquamarine in his eyes deepened, softened. He looked so handsome with his full hair upswept, highlights of gold. His tan contrasted with haunting eyes and made him utterly drool-worthy.

I saw him through new eyes. Fresh, innocent eyes unjaded by traumatic events.

I wanted him to take me. Needed him inside me, riding faster, faster till I sensed his climactic shudder. Brandon was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen and those longing, yearning eyes were fixed on me.

He slanted a second time, his kiss slower, more meaningful. When he started to part, I drove forward to kiss
him
and the laptop nearly slid off. We laughed as he placed the laptop at his feet.

He knelt in front, held my face in his palms, thumbs caressing. He gazed at me—I gazed at him and we drew closer, closer. The next move was instinctive, inevitable. Our lips met and his breath caught as his mouth opened mine. His tongue glided in while his lips massaged in lazy circular motions. His jaw lowered, lifted and his eyelids fluttered while he tipped his head slightly.

We parted. "God, you're such a great kisser." I blushed, palmed my chest and detected the pitter-patter of my heart.

"So are you." His gaze burned with lust, jeans straining with his erection. "So—do you think you're healed enough?"

"I don't know. You're the fledgling doctor, not me."

"Hasn't been four weeks yet." He glanced at my vagina. "Is it sore? Does it hurt?"

"No."

"I'm not gonna lie or bullshit you," he said. "I wanna fuck you so badly I can't stand it." He shook his head as if disbelieving his own arousal and rubbed his denim-shrouded cock.

"I don't think it'll hurt, I'm pretty wet. It should be okay."

"Really?" His lips spread to a huge, positively lecherous grin.

"Yeah. Sure." 

"Good because it's throbbing and ready. I don't think I've ever been so horny. I'm so fucking horny for you it's crazy." He pounced on me, his body pressing me flat against the cushions.

Entangled together, we kissed wildly in a frenzy of crushing tongues and lips. His pelvis grated my pussy and this friction hardened him further.

He stripped his T-shirt to reveal a tight stomach, then raised to shed his jeans. His hard-on freely bobbed, engorged and eager to indulge in gluttonous sex.

He whisked off my shirt—and wasting no time—Brandon rammed into me full-force. I clutched his shoulders, my legs enclosed his waist as his broad cock stroked in triple time.

"
Jesus
.
Mmm, mmm
,
fuck
." Sweat shone on his tanned forehead, dampened his messy golden-brown hair. "
Oh, oh baby
. Christ this feels fucking good." His eyelids drooped. "Damn, you'll never know how badly I've needed this—needed
you
."

"
Baby
,
I'm gonna make you come again and again
.
I'll make you lose your fucking mind, make you so goddamn sore you can't walk
." He grappled the sofa arm, hoisted himself to fuck deeper while my midriff jostled with increasing violence. Burying my heels in his sides, I clawed his bunching biceps and prepared for an all-consuming climax.

It was coming fast.

"
Ah, ah yes yes yes baby
. I feel you getting tighter... " He banged, pushed, grimaced, fighting to make me come. "
Yeah, that's it. Your pussy keeps squeezing my dick
."

"
After this you'll love me. I'll make you love me
—as much as I love you." Agonized squeals escaped as he withheld passionate cries. His suggestive words embraced me like his body, loving and tender as he fondled, yet brutal as he pounded and lifted me to the highest point. 

"
I love you, baby. I love you. I love you. Come. Come, Mia. Come, baby
."

My cunt tensed from his volatile upthrusts and loving, naughty requests. Tension quickly evolved and hot spasms claimed my pussy. In the zenith of ecstasy I writhed, arched to meet his thrusts as his cock painfully impaled, heightening my release. Pressure mounted as he came and our orgasms merged to further the wicked torment.

"
Mia! Mia, oh my god
...
fuck, fuck fuck me, baby
.
Oh god, oh yeah, yeah."

Sweaty, panting, we clung tightly together as if facing Death itself. He rested his cheek on my chest, legs dangled beyond the opposite sofa arm.

His fingertips brushed my arms in a tender gesture which warmed my heart. I'd never experienced such strong, intense heights of intimacy. It was thrilling, frightening.

And I'd never needed anyone as much as I needed Brandon.

I tousled and played with his gleaming, feathery crown of hair.

"Mia?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you love me?" he softly asked.

"Yeah." I didn't hesitate.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"Then say it."

I swallowed.

"If you love me, then you'll say it." His voice rose in agitation.

"I love you, Brandon. I really mean it." I resumed playing with his hair, ignoring his erratic behavior.

Pretended he wasn't erratic at all.

"I love you too, baby. I'll never stop. I've already loved you for a long time, probably longer than you think."

I blinked. "I don't understand what you see in me. I'm plain."

"Plain?" He chortled. "No, you're not plain." He propped himself on one arm to observe me. His forefinger followed my temple down to my chin and I laughed when he pinched my nose.

"You're beautiful, Mia." Brandon gazed in awe as he ran his fingers through my hair. "Look at this silk... so dark it's almost black. I've always had a hard-on for brunettes."

"Yeah?"

"Hell yes. And look at this cute little nose." He tweaked my nose again. "It's perfect. Adorable just like you." He traced my bottom lip and provocatively slipped his thumb in my mouth. "Look at these lips. They're as beautiful as you are, Mia. I love kissing and touching them with my tongue." Laughing, he dipped to give me a sloppy lick.

He got me throbbing despite our recent lovemaking.

"
Mm
, I definitely love you. You're definitely beautiful. Like I said, I love kissing your lips." He gave me a soft lingering kiss.

"And you have amazing eyes." He elevated his lips to my eyes and I shut them, allowing kisses on each lid. "So gorgeous. Your eyes look like sapphires they're so blue. Never seen such blue eyes." He tasted my forehead, cheek, neck.

"Beautiful, beautiful girl," he mumbled, his mouth descending to my breasts and nipples. He kissed a rigid tip while fingering the other. "Nice, hot tits." He drew in the full areola, twitching his tongue.

His hand explored the inner curve of my waist. "Such a hot body." He was getting hard
again
. I couldn't believe it.

Without warning, he jerked upward and entered me, moved with as much energy as before.

"Mia, Mia, Mia... sweet Jesus... baby, I'm gonna fuck you day and night," he threatened. Thank god I was still wet from the last time.

Brandon lasted, lasted and finally lost control. Overpowered by his climax, he slammed into me and his cock erupted. By the time he finished, my hips were sore, my vagina raw.

Breathing raspily, horny and wide-eyed as ever, he launched from the sofa, a scarlet rash on his face and chest. His cock had barely lessened in size.

"Let's go to the bedroom. I wanna fuck you doggy style."

"Uh, okay." I got up, shot him a look as I circled around and went to my room. He followed closely as if fearing I'd try to escape him and his wrathful sexual urges.

I climbed on the bed, got on my hands and knees and awaited his entry. I didn't have to wait long. Brandon nailed me with so much force I faltered. Bed shimmied and my body went topsy-turvy.

He clutched my hips to stabilize me. "Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, god,
yes, yes yes yes yes
." He slapped my ass every so often. I was amazed at his insatiable hunger for sex. When he came a third time he blew so hard it stung. And of course he shouted my name incessantly.

He slumped beside me, out of breath as he wound an arm past my shoulder and tugged me near. I rested my head on his chest.

"You'll never know how much I love you, Mia. You're the first girl I've ever loved. I swear I've never felt this way about anyone." He kissed the top of my head.

"I love you too, but isn't it risky to have so much sex? Isn't it hard on your heart?"

"No doubt about it," he hissed in my ear. "And I wouldn't wish to die any other way. I want to die right here in your arms while we make love. I love you... very much."

Questions loomed on the tip of my tongue. Things I wouldn't dare ask.
If you love me, then why were you so cruel in the beginning? Why did you scare me so many times? Why did you hurt me? Why did you punish an innocent girl to teach me a lesson?

Those questions diminished in a haze of denial.

Trust Brandon. Give myself to him fully without doubts or reservations.

My denial would keep me safe, alive—and keep Mr. Hyde locked away in shadows.

D
uring the past three days, Brandon and I had sex at least thirteen times. His sexual appetite was ravenous and consuming. I couldn't keep up.

How could he keep screwing like that when his heart was ready to give out? Go figure.

Luckily my genital rip had healed. I could no longer feel it, which was a damn good thing considering...

The human body is amazing
.
Particularly
my
body, which endured quite a bit of Brandon's abuse.

Would he ever give me free roam of his house? I
had
to be close to earning more freedom.

Anyhow, I used his laptop to browse romance book sites to find the latest titles and download samples. Whenever I found an interesting synopsis, I asked him to buy the ebook.

Normally I wasn't one to read fluffy romances considering they were unrealistic. Since Mom's suicide, it wasn't easy for me to read stories where perfect heroes treated their heroines like rare jewels. Just didn't strike me as believable.

But reading became another outlet, an escape. It came handy during those times I didn't see Brandon. One time he was gone all day seeing his cardiologist.

I tried (and failed) not to think of his impending death. I hoped he'd live several more years. It wasn't entirely out of the realm of possibility since his doctor couldn't pin point 'how long' Brandon had left to live.

It could be today. Tomorrow. Next week. Next year.

Long ago I'd wished for his death. Stupid or not, now I wished
against
it. As each day trailed by I fell further in love. Hard for me to believe—but yes, my heart belonged to Brandon Michael Levine; he'd
always
possess my heart.