I didn’t wait for an answer; I just increased the speed of my hips as they collided with hers. Images of what they would have been doing to her now if I hadn’t shown up when I did accosted my brain. With four of them, they could have easily restrained her, held her down in the sand, and taken their time…if I had been even ten minutes later than I was, I would have seen…
“NO!” I heard myself scream. One of my arms wrapped around her shoulders while the other one dropped down to put pressure on her lower back, bringing her up and against me harder. “You’re mine…they can’t…never, ever…I won’t let anyone…”
I felt Raine’s arms coil around my shoulders and her legs wrap around my waist. Her fingers fanned out over my shoulder blades, and then gripped down on my shoulders. I didn’t slow down. Pressure began to build up in my legs, and again I felt a shooting pain behind my thigh but ignored it. I was concentrating a little higher up and was not to be distracted by something as frivolous as pain.
“Mine,” I muttered as I pounded into her again, my words keeping time with my thrusts. “You’re mine…mine…mine…no one else...ever…ever touches you…”
I was over the edge a second later, thrusting into her forcefully and muffling my screams in the crook of her neck. I shoved my hips against her a couple more times before collapsing on her body with my lips pressed to her throat. My hot breath blew out of my mouth in heavy pants, reflecting off her skin and warming my face.
My arms were still underneath her, one on the small of her back and the other between her shoulder blades. I tightened my muscles to bring her closer to me as images of the four dead bastards and what they might have done to her danced around my masochistic head. I don’t know how long we were lying like that, but as my mind returned to the present and focused on what was happening around me, I suddenly felt her trembling and realized she was crying.
Holy shit.
She wasn’t just crying, she was literally sobbing silently underneath me. Her shoulders were shaking, and when I moved off of her, regretting the cool feeling of the evening winds on my dick as I slid out of her, Raine let out a long, heart-clenching wail. She didn’t let go of my back, and her forehead was up against my shoulder. I could feel tears moistening my skin.
A thousand thoughts went through my head. Had I hurt her? The raw emotions I felt when I had to be inside of her were overwhelming and undeniably strong, and I realized I had been rough with her in my need to make her mine again. I hadn’t even made her come. I wasn’t any better than the fucker who had taken her virginity and given her nothing in return. No…I wasn’t like him. I was far, far worse. I had gone and killed four people in front of her and then fucked her to make myself feel better.
Fuck.
There had been no cheering when I killed the last of the bastards. No one was passing money back and forth with smiles and congratulations. No one was handing me a wad of cash and clapping their hands on my back. She had been crying when she pulled me away from Buzz-cut’s body. She had undoubtedly been terrified when they were holding her and probably even more frightened of me as she watched me murder four people.
Then I fucked her in the sand.
“I’m sorry, Raine…I’m so fucking sorry…” I tried to wipe tears off her cheeks, but they were coming too fast. “I didn’t mean to…”
Didn’t mean to what? Kill them? Fuck her? I did mean it. I wanted it. I needed all of it.
“You shouldn’t have watched…” I continued to stammer. “Fuck, baby…I’m so fucking sorry…I’m sorry…I’m sorry!”
It occurred to me that I was probably the last person she wanted around her at the moment, and she might very well be better off on her own for a while. I let go of her, feeling her slump back into the sand before I started to stand back up. Before I could move very far, her hands grabbed my wrists like shackles and she screamed.
“Don’t let go!” She continued bawling and tried to talk through the tears, but I couldn’t understand what she was saying most of the time. The only thing I could comprehend was the phrase she kept repeating: “Don’t leave me!”
“I won’t,” I said quietly. I sat back on my heels and dragged her up against my chest. Her arms went around my neck in a death grip that rivaled her hold on me when we were in the water.
“Tell me you got me,” I heard her whisper through her cries.
“I’ve got you, Raine,” I said. “I’ve got you. I’m so sorry…”
We sat on the sand until the sun began to set. Not knowing what else to do, I picked her up and cradled her in my arms, holding her close to my chest while I walked slowly up the sandbank to the shelter. My right leg tried to buckle again, but I trudged on. I glanced sideways at the three bodies on the beach and realized I was going to have to do something about them – probably after Raine was asleep.