Wild Fire (Book II)

Lest You Forget

Warning* smut ahead

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     That day, John had gone home and told Lilah what had happened to Emma. She wept for her friend. Wept for having to re-live her own horrors with the O'driscolls. Wept for her broken family. And wept again for being the reason of where her friend was now because of it.

     John sat on the porch of the small cabin Dutch had gifted the two of them after the ordeal had all ended with Colm, and pulled on the smoke in his mouth with a long exaggerated sigh. He hated to hear his woman cry. In fact, if it was the last thing he ever did, he would wipe anything off this earth that ever gave her a cause to do so. That being the reason he smoked the cigarette so aggressively now. The reason for her tears WAS dead. Dead and completely defiled by any and all rights at the hand of Dutch and himself. It ate at him, the soft muffled whimpers that came through the wooden logs circling his shoulders like a blanket pulling the tension up to John's ears.

     He tossed the smoke to the ground, and lifted, walking inside the cabin to find her laying across the bed with her back to him. He could see her shoulders trembling as she quietly cried into her pillow. John stood there just looking at her, the misery of it all seeping from her very pours and misting through the closed walls. The curve of her body, a perfect infinity sign turned on its side, sliding up at her hips then down to her slim waist and up again to the beautiful neckline facing away from him. The thin white silk that covered her was nearly transparent and John could see the firm round of her bottom pushed out at him as she curled in a ball. His groin ached at the sight of it. He supposed he should have felt guilty for being such an animal as she cried. The heat inside him growing steadily, as he quietly unbuttoned his shirt and walked over to her.

     He could not help it though. Even the S scar that snaked down the girl's soft torso was beautiful to him and the image of his lips trailing down it from her breast to the sweet nectar of her folds below made the skin on his arms ripple.

     He was naked by the time he reached the side of the bed and knelt stringing long fingers down her trembling shoulders. "Lilah darlin. Please don't cry. Emma is going to be ok." He felt her startle, a nervous twitch she still hadn't let go of because of what she had went through, and then settle back into his warm tracing touch. "It's my fault John. All my fault. If it hadn't been for me..." "Shhhh" He sat her up in front of him crawling up on the bed on his knees behind her. His voice was low and raspy against her ear.

     "Let me help you forget" His warm mouth rumbled against her turned cheek. Long stroking fingers held her against his chest, pulling slowly at the straps that draped her shoulders. "Johnn..." she sighed, as he kissed along the nape of her neck circling the heat of his tongue just behind her ear. "Don't fight me woman, you need me." She craned her neck backwards against his mouth, her eyes automatically closing as she relented beneath his calming touch. "But..." She felt guilty, he knew this. Here she was soft and pleasured under his attending fingers while Emma shivered in quiet pain in Dutch's tent.

     He turned her towards him holding her face in both his palms. "No buts." His own eyes closing, drawing deep of the air around her. He could smell her flowering sex perfuming against his nose because of his touch. It stirred him, stretching him hard and ready in front of her as he rested on his knees eagerly.

     "Girl, you smell mmmm." He dipped, taking her lips with his. His tongue invaded her mouth as he held her, deepening the kiss. "Joh.." she tried to mumble his name and pull back but he snaked a long arm around her, pulling the rest of her silk barrier away from him. Nuzzling, he turned her head with his nose, kissing down her jaw and across her throat to her collar bone. Lilah's defenses broke. She threw her head back and threaded her fingers through his silky long hair.

     John's arm scooped under her, twisting her in one move and laying her back against the pillows beneath him. His kiss followed her as he shifted her, lips never leaving her skin while he wrangled her body where he wanted her. One arm under the small of her back, he slid her down where he pinned her. Little fighting hands pressed into the mattress under his massive ones.

     He paused for only a moment to strike the shimmering black hair away from her emerald eyes. "So beautiful." he panted as she looked up at him. Her half-lidded expression a drunk plea of wanting he had no intention of ever denying.

     He took both her hands, draping them up and around his shoulders to hold onto him and cupped her face in one palm. Kissing and kissing and kissing her wanting her breathless under him while he moved slowly up and down, the length of him rubbing against her thigh. Such a pretty thing she was, turning her head to the side and moaning softly against the cotton of the pillow.

     John reached his other hand down sliding a finger slowly through the damp folds of her sex. The soft touch of his fingertip moving up and down and up and down forcing her thighs to shudder. "You like that don't you girl. Like how I wake her up." Lilah could only nod, her breath hitching each time he brought his finger up and circled it around her clit.

     He trailed the digit back down nuzzling the tip of it around her opening then pushed it in deep, curling it inside her up to the knuckle. Lilah arched against him, her mouth opening in a soft coo of bliss. He followed it with a second finger not hesitating to fill her insides full with his hands, and followed her as she arched into his moving wrist. He bit along her shoulder. Nipping her and sealing the tiny bruises with his tongue as he went. All the while moving in and out of her until her legs opened around him like soft wings.

     His hand pulled out, leaving her feeling empty from the absence, and moved back to the swollen bundle of nerves at the top of her slit. Fingertips twisted there pushing the little bundle in a furious pace until her arching became a rainbow of need under his touch. "Come for me Lilah. Forget. Forget everything but me." He whispered low and husky into her cheek.

     He raised above her watching her now. Reveling in the twist of her head back and forth as he worked. Her hands had fell from his shoulders and were cinching the sheets around her. She threaded and unthreaded them in her fingers as the climax built. Her body taught, her hips tilted and shivering. John felt the release as it washed over her. A sharp moan escaped her lips, and she reached up clawing at John's shoulder as the pleasure shook her unending.

     He stopped, his hands taking hers again and holding them above her head as he quickly moved himself inside her. The emptiness was gone. The full length of him taking the orgasm and pushing it up again before it had the chance to fade. He slammed inside her, the gentle touch of what brought her here now gone in his efforts to make her fly. His name filled the air, fueling his hunger and he beat down his whole body against her. Holding her hands in one of his now over her head, he slid his other palm under her thigh wrapping it around his slick back. "Fuck..." he gasped, pounding and pushing and filling her over and over again, unable to get deep enough, close enough, to where he could reach her soul. Lilah cried out, matching his own groan of ecstasy as he let go of everything, his hand held her hips up and against him nearly lifting her from the bed.

     He fell against her then heaving. His lips finding her breast, kissing her weakly at the side of the scar, as he caught his breath. "I love you...I love you John..." She breathed, content beneath him. He kissed the pink nipple closest to him and laid his head between her breasts, still panting. "I love you too. So much." He circled his arms around and under her pulling her into him. "So so much." So thankful he was, that she had not shared the same fate as Emma, despite her own horrors being what they were. In that moment, he understood Dutch's fury.

     He pulled her close to him, covering the two of them and shielding her under his protective arms to sleep. Emma was forgotten from her for now. John could only hope that until the girl was well, he could keep the pain from becoming too much for her bear. He knew this would be a challenge, but he damn well was going to do his best to try.