Surrendering Sanity

Never The Same

The sun sat high above, the occasional cloud casting them in a pleasant shade as it made it's journey across the sky.

Content ocean eyes watched them pass, the worry's that had plagued her mind temporarily silent. There was only the feel of the sun on her sensitive skin, the feel of this man. Her muscles where drained and relaxed. Lips swollen, body tender, Casey was in bliss.

Bellamy's weight was comforting as his body pressed against hers, his head against her breasts. His wild hair tickling her chin, his steadying breaths feathering her peak. His strong arms caged her in on either side as he sapported some of his weight. So not to hurt her. Having collapsed there after their wantent throws of passion.

And that's what it had been. Wild uncontrollable passion. Casey felt his claim down to her bones. But it was more than the physical, he had marked her soul. Bellamy Blake had made love to her. With his hands. His words. His body. His heart.

She would never be the same.

His touch was like a drug. Intoxicating. Even now with her body spent she burned for him. The lazy patterns he traced across her sides stocking the flames of her desire. His fingers danced across her feather light, almost tickling her, sending sweet jolts through her nerves.

"Sweetheart."

He breathed the name like a prayer, her nipples hardening in answer as he rubbed his cheek against her lovingly. The stuble across his chin gruff yet pleasant.

The brunette hummed softly in answer, her small hands tangling into the dark curles of his hair. Pulling gently, running her nails over the scalp and back she pulled a groan from him. Bellamy's fingers bit into her hips as he tightened his hold on her and lazily raised his head.

The emotions she saw glimmering in those molten gold eyes took her breath away. Happiness. Desire. Satisfaction.... Love. His gaurd was completely down, this domineering man allowing her to see who he truly was. Even after what they had done together his intensity had a blush rising to her freckled cheeks.

"What?"

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'Your mine.'

The words where clear in his mind but Bellamy held his tongue. Not wanting to scare her away, desperate not to ruin this. Instead he held her gaze a moment, portraying his feeling without words, searching her eyes. Hoping to find the answers he needed there.

Because he could never go back. Not after this.

No one would ever touch her again, accept for him.

He didn't expect it, he needed it. Needed her to not fight him on this. Needed Casey to understand.

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Bellamy's eyes seemed to darken as he searched her face. Casey wasn't sure what he expected to find, peering into her very soul. But it made him wild, this man much like a animal starring back at her, hungry and possessive.

He answered with his lips. Small kisses being lavished over her breasts. Casey squirmed under his affections her grip tightening in his hair as she moaned softly. He kissed, licked, and nibbled over every inch of her. All the while his hands danced over her body. Up her sides, over her hips, and down her calves. A trail of fire following his touch.

Bellamy bit into her left nipple particularly hard, the shot of pleasureful pain bringing a desperate gasp to the brunettes lips. She arched into his mouth, the sweet flick of his tongue and gentle suckling stocking the pleasure higher.

He loved the way this small woman responded to him. So sensitive. So needy. Even if Casey didn't know it yet herself, her body did. She belonged to him. Was meant just for him.