Until Death Shall We Part

Chapter Thirteen

"Are you okay?" I asked softly after I had found her sitting on a bed, gazing at the floor.

"Do I look okay??!?" She replied making me flinch a little.

"I'm sorry, I'll go," I said making my way out the door.

She stood up and held me back.

"I'm sorry, didn't mean to shout at you. Just pissed off at my parents." She said in a soft voice, her clenched fists softening.

"Want to talk about it?" I asked.

She sighed as she nodded.

"I knew for the longest time, since I was a kid, that I was different. My first love was the princess of Delaware, Princess Claudette. God was she beautiful. Her silky brunette hair and her dimples whenever she smiled. I was smitten, to say the least."

I felt my heart sink a little. 

She was into brunettes.

She continued.

"So we did get together at some point but she cheated on me three separate times. I was patient enough to forgive her but by the third time, I had had enough. I broke up with her and from then I never committed to any relationship, I just had flings here and there."

My heart sank again. Why do I always fall for unavailable people, like seriously why? I felt this ache in my heart.

"But then I met you, Brianna. You made me believe in love again. When I'm around you, I feel comfortable and I can trust you."

Trust you

Trust you

Wait, trust me?

I felt a lump in my throat. I'm not even called Brianna. But how the fuck was I supposed to tell her that?

"You make me want to explore love again. You make my stormy days bright just with your existence. I think what I'm saying Bri, is that I love you and want to be with you." She said, taking my hands into hers.

She looked into my eyes with her soft-spoken eyes. She cupped my face with one of her hands and leaned in and I found myself leaning in too. Finally, our lips crashed together. She pulled me closer to her, her hand running down my spine making me shudder.

She gently bit my lip asking for entrance which I allowed. Our tongues fought for dominance which she won. Her tongue explored all the corners of my mouth as she pinned me against the wall by my neck. We both kissed each other hungrily as we craved for each other.

Then she started working on my neck, sucking on it. The pleasure flowing through me was so good. I let out a soft moan.

I wanted her.

So fucking bad.

I wanted her.

Here and right now.

We relocked lips as she slowly unzipped my gown, leaving me in my bra and panties. Just then she stopped, looking at me.

Shit! The scars on my back. My fucking insane adopted parents.
I backed away from her, holding my dress up to cover the scars, a remembrance of my past.

"Hey, it's okay." She said, slowly coming towards me.

"No, it's not! My body is ugly." I shouted back, holding back tears.

"Listen, Brianna, I don't care about the scars. I just care about you. I love you with all your flaws and sins. And you won't change my mind." She said, me turning and looking up at her.

"You're not scared of me?" I asked softly.

"Absolutely not. If anything I want to know who did this to you and serve vengeance. But no, you're beautiful just as you are."

She pulled me closer and placed her lips on mine, my dress falling to the floor. She removed her suit coat as I unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her toned body, leaving her in a sports bra. I ran my fingers over her rock-hard abs. She let out a little groan. She sucked on my neck again while grinding into me.

"Fuuucck!" I moaned loudly.

"So you're a screamer huh? I'mma fuck you so hard you'll be screaming my name." She whispered into my ears.

"Yes, fuck me please." I practically begged.

She unhooked my bra, my breasts exposed. She put one in her mouth and sucked on it gently. My back arched as I moaned. She then picked me up and pinned me against the bed. She trailed kisses all over my thin frame of a body.

Her fingers started rubbing me through my soaking wet panties.
I wanted her inside of me so fucking bad. I needed it. So I pushed down my panties leaving me bare. She continued rubbing me and inserted a finger in. I dug my fingernails into her back as I threw my head back in pleasure. Then she stopped. I sat up to see her with a strap on, her beautiful body as bare as mine.

"Hold the headboard." She ordered me in a dry, husky voice.

I did then I felt something hard and cold slither into me. She began thrusting in and out of me slowly as I dug my fingernails into the sheets.

"Faster!" I managed to moan out.

She picked up the pace, hitting my G-spot multiple times making me moan loudly.

"Fuck Taylor! Harder!" I screamed out so close to my climax.

She grinded into me so hard, my back arched, the sheets were almost torn because of my fingernails and my toes curled up as waves of pleasure surged through me.

Finally, I hit my climax and it was still in me as I rode my orgasm. I heard her remove the strap on and she lay beside me and kissed me, my clit sore as hell. We entered the bed and cuddled then fell asleep, my thoughts still stuck on what had just happened.

I was just fucked by the princess.

Oh, my fucking days! I was fucked by the princess. This could make things very complicated.