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  "David," she said in a fragile voice. I went around the table toward her, needing to comfort her, and she didn't try to move away this time. I took that as an invitation. I stopped in front of her, and brought my hands up to cradle her face. She stared back at me, and I could see all of her emotions flash across her eyes, the pain, the fear, and the doubt. I had put all of those there, and I had to make them go away.

  "I am so sorry," I told her as my voice lowered with emotion. "Please don't give up on me, on us. I love you, and I'll do whatever it takes to make this right." Her lower lip trembled and tears spilled out of her eyes.

  "I love you, too," she whispered as she stepped closer and pressed her body against mine. I moaned and pressed my lips against hers. I gave her everything with this kiss, my love, my desire, and my need. I felt a profound relief like I had never known as she kissed me in kind. I didn't realize how much of me I had been holding back from her, until this moment when I finally let it loose. I wrapped myself around her, pulling her in tight as the kiss turned feral and desperate. The deep need inside me turned dark, and it was overwhelming and intense, and I pulled my lips away to try to calm myself. I didn't want to frighten her.

  "David," she whined as she rolled her hips against mine. "Don't stop." She tried to push her lips against mine again. I reached up and gripped the hair at the back of her head roughly, stopping her mere millimeters from touching my lips with hers. Her eyes looked wild and desperate. "Don't you want me?" Her voice sounded small and insecure.

  "Fuck, Natalie," I panted out, my voice ragged with need. "You think I don't want you? That my body doesn't ache for you every second of every day since I first saw you? I need you so badly. I want to lose myself in you, but I can't be anywhere near gentle or sweet right now, and I don't want to scare you."

  Her face suddenly hardened. "If I wanted gentle and sweet, I'd still be with Lucas." Her mention of her ex filled me with a primal possessiveness that forced a deep growl out of my body. Her expression softened again. "I told you once that I wanted everything and not to hold back. I meant every word. Nothing you could do will scare me. Nothing. I want all of you, every dark twisted sexy part of you. Don't, hold, back."

  A deep animalistic growl rose up inside me at her words, and I watched her eyes dilate in reaction. I tightened my grip in Natalie's hair and pulled her head back as I slid my free hand up to her neck. I wrapped my fingers around her throat and squeezed slightly. Her body went limp in my arms, her eyes softening with submission and desire, and I let myself go, gave in to the darkness inside me.

  "Who does your pleasure belong to?" I asked her in a harsh voice that was thick with need. "Who do you belong to?"

  "You," she whispered. "Only you, David."

  The way she said my name made me shiver. I crushed my lips against hers, kissing her with almost bruising force as I tightened my fingers around her throat. She moaned deep in her chest and pushed her pelvis into my cock. She clutched handfuls of my shirt tightly in her fingers and melted into me. She was so responsive and perfect for me.

  "Natalie," I growled her name in a low harsh voice. "Need you."

  "Then take it," she said with a whimper. "Take me." Her eyes were fearless and sure as she stared back at me. Her utter trust in me was humbling and turned me on like nothing else. I latched onto her lower lip. I nipped and worried at it while I growled, until she was moaning and writhing against me.

  "Please," she whined. I let out a low laugh laced with dark sensuality. She was already begging, and she hadn't seen anything yet.

  "You're going to have to beg a lot more than that before you get my cock," I told her harshly, making her mewl. "That is what you want, isn't it?"

  "Yes, please, David," she whimpered. "Please, sir."

  I released her hair and throat, and pushed her back a step. I grabbed the front of her button-up shirt and tore it open, sending buttons flying onto the floor. I jerked the garment down off of her shoulders and used it to bind her arms behind her back. I stepped away to admire the way her breasts rose and fell with her panting breaths, and the flush of arousal spreading across her upper chest. I looked at her face. There was no fear, no judgment, just a sheer wanton need that took my breath away.

  I reached up and gripped her chin in my hand firmly, tilting her head to the side and putting my lips against her ear. "Do you like having your arms bound, knowing I can do whatever I want to you, that I can take whatever I want?" I whispered. Her body trembled and I nipped her ear hard, making her squeak and jump. Her response was a long whine filled with longing and frustration, but still no fear. My confidence grew. She could handle whatever I gave her. In fact, I think she craved it the same way I did. She was my other half. She made me whole, and I really didn't have to hold back anymore.

  I jerked my sweater up and over my head, and tossed it aside. Natalie's eyes traveled down my chest, the need in them deepening as she looked at me. She bit her lower lip then met my eyes again. I raised my hands to cup her breasts, thumbing her nipples through the lace of her bra. She arched her back, pushing them further into my palms. Her head tilted to the side as she offered her neck to me, and I leaned in, helpless to resist, and sank my teeth into her soft skin with a harsh feral growl. I sucked and bit at her neck, until she was keening and panting with desire.

  I straightened and jerked the cups of her bra down, letting her perfect breasts spill out into my hands. I swore under my breath as I stared at her hardened nipples, the rosy skin around them pebbled and tight. I bent down and took the right one into my mouth, making her gasp. I sucked on it hard, clamping my teeth down with just the right amount of pressure to make Natalie moan my name under her breath. I pinched the other nipple between my fingers, twisting and pulling roughly, and she loved it.

  "Do you like that, sweetheart?" I asked softly against her nipple.

  "Yes, yes, yes," she moaned desperately. "It hurts so good."

  "Should I see how much you liked it?" I straightened and pinched both her nipples, making her jump. "Should I see how wet you are?"

  Natalie's entire body shuddered, and she let out a low moan. I took that as a yes. I slipped my fingers under the waist band of her jeans and jerked her toward me. She gasped in surprise, and I gripped her hips to keep her upright as she stumbled into me. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I could feel her hard nipples against my overheated skin.

  "First, I'm going to taste what's mine again." I practically smashed our mouths together. I sucked her tongue into my mouth, breathing in her moans and whimpers. I slid my hands from her hips to the front of her jeans and unfastened the button before slowly lowering the zipper. I abruptly pulled my lips from hers, squatted down to jerk her jeans and panties down her legs to the floor, and helped her step out of them. I stood and pressed my hand up against her pussy, sliding my fingers through her wet lips. "Fuck, Natalie," I snarled inhumanly. "So goddamn wet." I fisted her hair in my hand again, pulled her head back with a jerk, then shoved two fingers roughly into her warm, tight sex. She rose up onto her toes, arching her back and thrusting her pelvis toward my hand, begging for more. I curled my fingers and pressed them against that magic spot inside her that she once told me only I had ever found.

  "David, please," she begged with a whine. I thrust my fingers into her deeply.

  "Please what?" I asked as I watched her eyes roll back in her head. I kept moving my fingers in and out of her, fast and deep. She made the most beautiful mewling noises as speech failed her. I chuckled darkly in amusement. "Please what, Natalie? Beg for what you want. Show me you mean it, and I'll give it to you."

  "Please, please, please," she whimpered desperately. "I want...I want..." Her voice faltered as I pressed my fingers deeply into her without warning. She groaned from the pleasure before she could speak again. "Please let me come, sir. Please...I'm so close."

  "I know." I'd been keeping her right there on the edge without relief, because I loved it when she begged, craved it. I curled my fingers again and rubbed a
cross her G-spot with firm pressure. "Come, Natalie," I growled as I tightened my grip in her hair.

  Her entire body ignited against me, her face lighting up with her pleasure. Her hips bucked against my hand, and her insides clamped down on my fingers. She let out a long wail, and I plastered my mouth to hers and sucked it down. She arched her back, pressing her breasts against me. I shuddered with need, and knew I couldn't wait much longer to take her.

  "Good girl," I murmured as I brushed my lips across hers. "Now," I began as I leaned in close to her ear, "beg for my cock," I growled harshly. "Beg me to fuck you."

  "P...please," she pleaded with desperate sincerity. Her gorgeous green eyes were wild and crazed. "David, please. I need your cock inside me, need you to fuck me. Please. I love you."

  Those last three words were all it took to unhinge my control. With a deep guttural snarl, I spun Natalie around and forced her forward until her hips met the edge of the kitchen table. I pressed my hand to the middle of her back and bent her over onto the table top. She offered no resistance at all.

  "Do you want me to fuck you hard, Natalie?" I asked as I unzipped my jeans. She writhed and wriggled her ass for me as I pulled out my erection. I was so hard that it almost hurt. I was so turned on that I could barely think. "Do you?" I asked again, but she merely whined and wiggled some more. I smacked her right ass cheek with a stinging blow. "Answer me," I demanded harshly as I lined the tip of my cock up with her soaking wet pussy.

  "Yes, yes, yes!"

  I slammed into her on the third yes, turning it into a loud quavering scream as she rose up on her toes from the sheer force. I gripped her hip in one hand and fisted her hair in the other, pulling until she arched her back toward me. I pounded myself into her again and again, making the table screech across the floor. Natalie was coming again almost immediately, her wailing screams so loud that I hoped the neighbors didn't call the cops on us. I grunted and snarled with each thrust, feeling her insides ripple and squeeze with each orgasm. If I had any lingering doubts that she could handle me in my rawest and darkest form, they were long gone now.

  Natalie let out one more long scream as her entire body convulsed with a final climax that made her vagina clamp down almost painfully. My release slammed into me suddenly, and I couldn't hold it back. It ignited like fire up out of me and swept through my entire being, annihilating everything but this moment and my profound connection with this incredible woman. I shouted her name and pushed deeply into her one more time, as I emptied every drop of my pleasure into her, my body shuddering and shaking uncontrollably.

  When the fire inside me finally ebbed, I slumped forward onto Natalie with my lips next to her ear. "I love you, Natalie," I whispered. " I'll always love you. Your mine, always mine."

  She whimpered out a reply, unable to speak yet. I nuzzled my nose into her ear with a sigh, then stood and unbound her arms from behind her back. I massaged her arms gently, making sure she was okay, then I gathered her limp body into my arms. I carried her to her room and tucked her into bed. I took my jeans, boxer briefs, and shoes off, then crawled in next to her. I curled up around her, wrapping her in my arms and my love. She was asleep within moments. I followed close behind, secure in the knowledge that she was truly mine now, but more importantly; I was hers, every part of me.

  Chapter Eight

  Natalie

  David's eyes lit up with pleasure when he opened his door for me Thursday night.

  "Natalie," he said warmly with an affectionate smile, and reached out to take my hand. He pulled me into his arms and held me tightly for a few moments in the doorway, like he was afraid to let go of me. Our relationship had come perilously close to ending last night, and he knew it. I hugged him back just as tightly, feeling grateful that we were still together, and that he was willing to do whatever it took to keep us that way. I still had my doubts if facing Paige and talking to her would help him get past all the pain and anger inside him, but I kept them to myself. Just the fact that he was willing and wanted to fight for us was enough for me, the rest would come with time.

  "I love you," I murmured quietly as I burrowed my face into the warm skin of his neck. I breathed in the heavenly intoxicating scent that was David.

  "I love you too, sweetheart." He pulled his head back enough to meet my eyes. He brushed my hair away from my face with a soft sweep of his fingers across my forehead. "I missed you." His voice was deep and filled with so much longing that I shivered. His blue eyes darkened with arousal as a wicked smile spread across his mouth. He slid his hand to the back of my head and fisted my hair roughly. He growled deep in his chest, and crushed his lips against mine. His lips and tongue devoured me, like he couldn't get enough of me. It was as if the multiple times that he woke me for sex last night had never happened. David acted like he hadn't touched me in weeks. His need for me was exhilarating.

  His free hand grabbed a handful of my ass, and I could feel his cock hardening against my pelvis as he ground himself into me. I kissed him back greedily, heedless of the open doorway we were standing in or the cold air blowing into the house past us. My whole world at that moment was only David.

  The sound of someone clearing their throat brought us back to reality. I startled and turned abruptly to see Jensen and Sydney standing on the porch holding hands, both smiling wryly at us. I smiled sheepishly at the two of them.

  "Sorry to interrupt," Jensen said with amusement. "But it's kind of cold out here."

  "Sorry," David apologized breathlessly, and I sensed his disappointment at having to stop kissing me. "We got carried away there. Come on in." He shifted away from the door, taking me with him with an arm around my waist. Jensen led his wife through the doorway, sharing a knowing smile with David as he passed, and Sydney winked at me with a huge grin.

  We were getting together tonight to figure out what we were going to do to help Paige. It had been David's idea, but I could tell when he suggested it this morning, before he left my apartment, that he was less than enthused about it. I could only imagine how difficult it would be for him to see her again, let alone talk to her, but he was willing to do it for us. It meant a lot to me. David took everyone's coats and spent a few moments hanging them in the hall closet. I had a suspicion he was stalling for time so that he could avoid the topic of Paige for a little longer.

  We all headed into the dining room, and David brought in the pizza he had ordered earlier and plates for all of us. I got everyone a drink, and we all took a seat around the table and settled in to eat. We kept the conversation light while we ate, but when the meal winded down the room got quiet. I think Jensen, Syd, and I were afraid to broach the subject of Paige first, given David's track record of getting angry over it. Finally, as the silence dragged on into discomfort, David let out a deep resigned sigh and began to speak.

  "I want to apologize again," he began in a soft tone. "I've been an unbelievable ass to all of you lately, especially to Natalie." He reached over and took my hand. "I'm sorry," he said sincerely as his gaze bore into mine, and then swept around the table to include Syd and Jensen.

  "Don't worry about it, brother," Jensen said firmly. "Lord knows that you've put up with worse from me."

  "And I've been kind of a bitch about this myself," Sydney added with an understanding smile.

  I squeezed his hand and gave him a reassuring nod to let him know we were okay.

  "Now," he said as his eyes moved back a forth between Syd and I. "Tell me what makes you think that Paige is being abused."

  I started first, describing her visit on Sunday. I told him about her behavior and about her bruises. He rubbed at his beard with a pensive expression as he took in my story. His outward demeanor seemed pretty calm, but I could see the tension around his eyes and mouth as I spoke. This was a lot harder for him than he was letting on, and I wondered what was going through his head right now.

  When I finished, Sydney took up the story, telling David about our visit to Paige's home on Tuesday and her observations. W
hen she finished, I could see the conflicting emotions in his eyes. I knew how much anger and hate he felt for Paige. However, David was a compassionate caring man, who had to feel some sympathy for her, especially since he had loved her enough to want to marry her at one point. He leaned his head down and massaged his temples with his fingers for a few moments while we watched him expectantly.

  "I think you're both right," he said quietly as he glanced up at us in resignation. "That doesn't sound like the Paige I knew, and her behavior sounds classic for someone in an abusive situation."

  "So what should we do?" Jensen asked as he leaned back in his chair. "And does she even want our help?"

  "Well, she was pretty insistent on getting a hold of David," I said. "That seems like a cry for help to me. Maybe you should call or text her, David. See if she'll actually accept help from you."

  He made a pained face as he started rubbing at his beard, a deep furrow forming between his brows. I could practically feel the tension bleeding out of him.

  "David," I said with sympathy as I reached out to take his hand. "I know how hard it's going to be for you to do this, but Paige needs our help, and you need closure. You'll never be truly happy until you do."

  "I know that, sweetheart," he replied in a subdued tone as he rubbed his thumb softly along the back of my hand, his eyes filled with pain. "But that doesn't make it any easier." He abruptly pushed his chair back and stood. "Excuse me," he murmured softly, and walked out of the room. I sighed as I watched him disappear down the hall to his bedroom. At least, he wasn't running away very far this time, and he had been civil about it. Jensen and Sydney looked at me across the table with worried expressions.

  I took a breath and let it out in a deep sigh. "I'll go talk to him."

  The two of them nodded as I rose and went after David. I felt a twinge of guilt. I was the reason he was having to deal with this difficult situation, even if it was the only way he could move past this. I hated to see him hurting, but the festering pain he had been carrying around for over a year and a half was a lot more dangerous to his wellbeing than the temporary pain of facing Paige.