Survivor >>>> Bellamy Blake [Book 2]

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Song inspiration for the chapter:

 I See Red by Everybody Loves An Outlaw 

[Pre-warning - it gets a bit hot and heavy lmao]

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After finding out about Finn and Murphy, worry consumed me. Finn was out there looking for Clarke, assuming that the grounders had us all captured, when in reality it was something incredibly worse. 

Clarke insisted that she wait outside the tent as Abbey and the rest of the council held a meeting regarding what the plan of action was for Finn and Murphy, Mount Weather and of course my father. I'm yet to see him, all due to the fact that he was currently trying to make peace with the Grounders. I could only assume the worst, the Grounders are ruthless and there is absolutely no reasoning wiht them - at all. 

I knew that Abbey and the council would take a while to make some sort of a decision, and I knew that whatever they decided, Clarke would have something to say about it. It was important to go and look for Finn and Murphy, for all we know, the could be making things worse between us and the Grounders, especially with the fact of the war that happened literally days ago. 

Bellamy hadn't left my side since reuniting at the gate, his arm wrapped securely around my waist as we walked through camp. I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with pure happiness when I laid my eyes on him, and I still hadn't come to terms that he was actually alive, standing right next to me. 

Snapping me out of my train of thought, Bellamy stopped walking and told me to hold on a sec, before disappearing into what was the remnants of the Ark. I just nodded, turning to observe the whole camp. I can't believe, in a matter of a days, the Ark had fell from space, crashing on Earth. I was extremely grateful for the fact that they were able to help us with the Grounders, and with Mount Weather, but I couldn't help but draw my thoughts to the fact that nothing would be the same. It was guaranteed that all the adults would now take charge, and I knew Bellamy and Clarke, let alone myself would not be happy with that. 

"Hey princess," Bellamy whispered in my ear, gripping my waist from behind, sending shivers all through my body. My body weakened at his touch, as his body pressed against mine. "Come with me." and without another word, he grabbed my hand softly, and led me through the open doorway. My mind flooded with thoughts as Bellamy guided me through what used to be our home. 

As we walked, a feeling began to grow in the pit of my stomach. A familiar feeling I felt once before, many days ago, back at camp. Turning back and smirking at me, he led me through a secluded door way. I stepped inside, not quite sure why he had led me here, but in the back of my head I had a small idea. 

He closed the door, locking it from the inside, before turning to me, and without a word he closed the gap between us, pressing his soft lips to mine. Holding my face in his hands, our kiss spoke words deeper than any words ever could right now, words of emotional bond and a connection coursing through my body and my movements. 

The kiss grew deeper and deeper, both of us yearning to get closer and closer to each other, almost afraid that if we were any distance away, we'd lose each other. Bellamy pulled away for a moment, his eyes roaming my entire body, his look full of passion and lust, and in this moment, all I wanted was him. 

It was as if he read my mind, because in an instant his lips were back on mine, kissing me with more passion than ever before. His hand trailed down my body, stoping at the hem of my shirt, almost teasing me whether he was going to take it off or not. But again, as if he read my mind, he broke the kiss and pulled it over my head. Pulling his own shirt off, I stared at his toned body, the feeling in the pit of my stomach growing more and more. I trailed my hand down his body, making him shiver at my touch as I stoped at the waist of his pants. I looked up at him, a smirk dancing on my face, as his eyes met mine, holding a look of lust. 

"What are you doing to me Princess?" he grunted, as I pulled him closer to me by the waist of his pants. His face me mere inches from mine, as something took hold of me. "Whatever the hell I want." and with that, I closed the gap between us, pressing my lips against his making Bellamy moan. 

Trailing his hands from my waist and up my back, he made quick word of unhooking my bra, flinging it off to the side. Then in an instant, he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him, the feeling moving to my lower region. 

Moving us to the bed at the back of the room, he laid me down making quick work to remove my pants, leaving me completely exposed. I instantly became self-conscious of my scars, remembering the countless bruises and cuts I had obtained. 

I moved to cover them, but Bellamy grabbed my wrist, stopping me. "You're beautiful Princess." and in that moment I relaxed. "I'm so fucking lucky that you're mine." he smirked, pressing kisses down my body. I moaned in pleasure as my body ached and screamed for more.

Massaging my breasts, I arched my back in pleasure, surrendering to his touch. Moving back up, he reconnected his lips with mine, and I took the chance to unbuckle his pants. Undoing the buckle, I hastily undid the button, but taking my time undoing the zipper allowing my finger tips to trace down the sides of his length. Bellamy grunted, frustrated. 

"I need you Princess.." he breathed, kicking his pants and boxers away, "Now." 

I couldn't deny that I was extremely turned on at his forwardness, and his direct nature. A smirk made his way to his face as he removed my underwear, kissing me roughly. Our hands explored each others bodies, as the kiss grew deeper as Bellamy pressed his body closer and closer to me. I couldn't take much more of this. "Bell please..." I begged, no ability to keep it in left in my body. "Whatever my Princess wants." he replied, moving to a better position. 

And without another word, Bellamy pushed himself inside of me, inch by inch, his breath ragged and shaky in my ear as he tried to keep himself from moaning. "Oh my god," I whispered when Bellamy started to move, biting my lip to try and stop the moan from escaping my lips. "You feel so good Princess," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down the side of my body.

Wrapping my legs around Bellamy's waist, he pushed deeper and deeper, waves and waves of pleasure unleashing through my body. I couldn't think straight. Bellamy sped up the pace, each thrust sending a new wave of pleasure all over me. Oh how badly I wanted to scream in pleasure. 

I was getting closer and closer to my climax, not once feeling this way before with anyone else. I clawed at his back, begging for more. Bellamy took me higher and higher, pushing me to an absolute limit that was soon going to explode. "Please Bell. I'm close...", I moaned, not being able to contain it. 

Me saying this caused Bellamy to up the pace again, this time going faster and harder. Every muscle clenched around him, as he sent me over the edge, my body floating on some observe feeling of bliss. I was breathless, struggling to recapture it, as every inch of my body pulsated as I orgasmed again, taking Bellamy along with me. 

And with that Bellamy fell and laid beside me, panting as his chesty heaved up and down, mine following suit. We stayed silent for a moment, before he was back on top of me, placing a sweet and slow kiss on my lips. The kiss lingered for a moment, as we both wished this moment could last forever. Bellamy pulled away and gently tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, looking into my eyes longingly. 

"I'm so happy that I have you back.I'm never letting you go again." 

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