The Lost Girl Series 1-3

Chapter 17

WARNING: This chapter contains sexual content. If you don't like that than wait for the next chapter. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

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Sara

  I woke up in Pan's arm. "Morning beautiful." He huskily whispers. "Good morning."  I reply. "Your punishment starts now." He says. He lets me go and goes outside. "No one is to bother me or Sara today understand?" He tells Felix and Clay. "Yes Pan." the both reply. He comes back with the potion that Becca made for me. "Sit up." He orders. I sit up and he gave me the potion. "Drink it." I start drinking and the potion takes full effect in a few seconds. He lifts my chin and kisses me. No! Please no! I smile and kiss him back. He pulled away. "Tell me where you want me to kiss you." He whispers. God he's sexy. "Anywhere you want." He smiles then grabs my hand. "Let's go." We go out of the tent and went to his thinking tree.

Pan puts his arms around my waist. "Show me your powers." He says. I bit my lip then nod. I held my hand out and a rose starts forming. I smile then I disappear. I reappear by his tree. He smirks. "Come here love." He says.

We went Hook's ship, the Indians, and go to see some fairies. He brings me back to the thinking tree and pins me there. "You are so sexy." He says. I smile and felt his hands under my shirt again. His hands were going up to my bra playing it. "You are driving me crazy." I whisper. He groans and presses his body against mine. He kisses me roughly.

   What the hell am I doing?! He's PAN! I can't do this! What do I do?! My mind keeps telling me to stop but something is screaming to go on, let him do pleasure to me. He kisses my neck breaking me from my thoughts. "Peter." I moaned loudly. He smikrs at  my moan and bit my soft skin. I scream in pleasure.

He lifts me and we disappear to the tent. He lays me down, take his shirt off, and rips my shirt off. He kisses my neck and goes down. I moan, begging him to go farther. "Not yet my love" He smirks knowing that I would be mad which I am. My fingers dance around on his chest. He growls playful at me and kisses where he bit me. "Love who do you belong you?" He asks. "You." I say trying not moan. "Who can only  touch you like this?" He plays with my jeans then I pur at him. None of the lost children can't say anything about this. "You." I moan.  He smirks knowing that he won. He finally won his lost girl. That night we moaned and screamed each other's name.

I lost and he won. I am his lost girl and the worse thing of all.

I love it.