Saving Calen

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Smut ahead

Calen's POV

I stand and grab her hand, leading her to her room. As soon as I shut the door behind me, she puts her hand on my chest and directs me to sit on the edge of the bed.

Mrs. Giovanni pushes me down and sits me on the edge of the bed.

I shake my head and I do so. She's on me. Her mouth moves with mine as my hands take on a mind of their own. I drag them up her sides, taking her shirt up with me. She leans back and takes off her shirt.

I take my eyes over her fucking perfect body.

"You're so fucking gorgeous."

She smirks and places my hands on her hip. She kisses me again as I start to grind her hips down into me. A small moan escapes her lips and I force myself to not take things too fast.

"You're making this impossible, baby." I whisper as she starts trailing hot kisses down my neck. My chest heaves as she works her way back up to my mouth.

Mrs. Giovanni moves lower on my body, leaving small marks.

"Then stop trying to be so in control, Calen. I trust you. I want this."

I snap back to reality. With her permission, my control dissolves. I grab her hair and pull her closer. I stand and turn us around so that her back presses into the mattress. I kiss down her stomach, marking her once I get to her hips. I slide her pants down and she lifts her hips, silently giving her consent. My body absolutely protests, but my desperation to feel anything but pain wins out.

I kiss everywhere, except where she wants. Her hips squirm and needy moans start spilling from her.

"Please, baby." She begs. I smirk as I come back up to her mouth, kneading her perfect fucking breasts in my palms.

"Please, what? Use your words, my love."

A moan escapes her lips as I move my hand under her underwear, rubbing slow but deliberate circles on her clit. Her back arches into me and I grow impossibly hard.

"Calen, please just fuck me."

I stand and lower my pants. Her eyes follow my every move as I slide my own pants off. I rip her underwear off before lining myself up with her.

"Are you sure, sweetheart? I can always stop if it's too much."

She grabs my face and kisses me. Hard.

"I want you."

I start to thrust into her, eliciting  the prettiest noises I've ever heard.

"God, you're so wet."

I slowly dip in, letting her arousal coat me.

"Oh, f-fuck. You're huge." She moans.

I grab her face in my hands as she tries to look away.

"Uh, uh gorgeous. Keep those eyes on me."

She fights to obey as I bottom out. She wraps around me like she was made to do it.

"Good girl." I hiss out. I give her a second to adjust before I grind my hips. She nearly screams and I have to clamp my hand over her mouth. Our eyes meet as I pick up the pace. The neediness in her eyes grows and I know she's getting close. We've both been so deprived that even the slightest amount of pleasure has us almost tipping over the edge.

"Come for me, baby. Let go."

Her eyes roll back in her head, but I don't let up. I chase my own release as I continue at a punishing pace. I slam my hips forward as sharply and quickly as my body allows, nearly pulling all the way out with each stroke. My ribs scream in protest, but I ignore it.

Her moans grow louder until her legs start shaking and I know she's having her second orgasm.

"So good. So. Fucking. Good." I punctuate each word with a thrust.

All the sudden, she grabs my face and looks me in the eye. 

"Calen, I love you." She pants, her green eyes searching mine.

I freeze as the words seem to come out so easily for her.

"What did you say?" I ask, terrified that I misheard her.

"I love you."

The words crash into me. The girl of my dreams lays below me, naked, saying she loves me.

I kiss her, but softly. I press me forehead to hers as a small smile spreads across my lips.

"I love you, too."

She smiles wide and I start to pick up the pace once again.

"I love you so god damn much, Aylah."

With that, I bury my face in her neck as I pull out and release on her lower stomach. I lay down beside her and bring her small body into mine. I kiss her head as I rub my hands down her legs.

"Don't leave me." I whisper mainly to myself. It's so quiet and she's so spent that she doesn't hear me.

I realize she's about to fall asleep.

"Uh uh, not yet. Come here."

I scoop her up and take her to the bathroom.

I get her cleaned up and take her back to the bed. She curls her body into mine and lays her head on my arm, back facing me.

Her dark hair sprawls out all over and I breathe in her fresh scent. I feel her start tracing the small scars that line my wrists. She brings my forearm up and kisses them gently.

"Why?" She asks.

"To be honest, I don't know. I get in these moods where I feel like I need to hurt someone, but the only thing that I can ever justify hurting is myself. Plus, physical pain is a lot easier to deal with than mental pain."

She nods. She moves to face me, her mesmerizing eyes boring into mine.

"Do you promise that you'll come to me if you ever feel like you need to do that."

The amount of love she has for me trumps anything I've ever felt. My chest tightens, knowing that I probably won't be able to if I ever get that bad again.

"I'll try."

Her eyes shut as she kisses my chest.

"Sleep, baby. I'll be here when you get up."

She's out before I finish my sentence.

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