Isaiah 14:12

•Peter 5:8•

 

Peter 5:8- "Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour..."

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                           ~Sin's POV~

        I follow close behind Davina, my hand stopping the door from closing when she tries shutting it behind her without looking. Princess hurting herself or breaking something is the least of my worries now. Now it's her thinking I was gonna fuck her best friend and the fact she might be pregnant.   
    "Y-you wouldn't do that me to me...not her," she says breathless, turning around with her eyes fixed on the carpet. Her hands are flat, trying to contain whatever emotion she's feelings feeling right now. I want to step closer and grab her but don't because she needs the space.
     "She's drunk off her ass, probably doesn't know what the fuck she's doing. I just went to the kitchen and found her there and she started saying weird shit and touching me," I explain. She nods, placing her hand on her chest as she takes deep breaths. Her cheeks are flushed pink, eyes bouncing around the floor. "I've told you, I'll never do that again to you. Especially with you the house." That last part came off wrong but she doesn't catch it.
     "If someone like her or...or Bella is what you want, then let me know now because I can't go through that shit again," she tells me, her voice shaking. Grabbing her hand I pull her closer to me, catching my gaze.  
   "You're all I want." It takes her a few seconds but she nods slowly, eyes dropping down to my lips. These last few nights have been torture whenever we get close to doing anything. I want to be able to touch wherever I want. To my surprise it's her who initiates the kiss, pressing her small frame against mine. I let go of her hands and grab her at the waist, hoisting her up. Her legs wrap around me, drawing me down with her to the bed when I lay her down.
      Her hair sprawls out over the pillow. It's a lot longer than it was when we first met; it's not me favorite thing but she likes it. Sitting up on my knees, I remove my shirt. Her cold hands run up my stomach and chest, stopping when she notices my staring. She has her confident moments, but her shyness always comes back into play.
     "I don't want you doubting yourself," I tell her, my lips brushing against her ear. She moves under me. Her tongue rubs over her lips before taking the bottom one between her teeth. The smell of her flowery shampoo intoxicates me as my tongue and lips work their away around her neck. My hand cups the side of her face, thumb creasing her soft cheek.
     I know there are important things to talk about and having sex should be the last thing on my mind but I want her. I've missed listening to her moans and whimpers. Hearing her say my name over and over again and telling me to stop while pulling me closer. I've longed for the feeling of her legs to lock around me and her body to quiver and tighten as she cums around my cock.
     My free hand slips between us and spreads her legs. Unlike night before last she lets me touch her, sighing when my fingers rub over her clothed slit. The fabric is damp with her juices. Her hips move against my fingers, needing to satisfy the ache.
"I...I wanted to take it slow," she says breathlessly, looking into my eyes. The corners of my mouth curve up into to a grin.
"I can't stop if you want." She shakes her head, pressing her lips to mine. Her tongue rubs over mine for entrance. She whines as I remove my hand from her and pull back.
"I said no." I cock a brow.
"You're not in charge," I tell her. Her swollen lips press firmly together. Lifting her shirt up, she brings her arms up to give me an easier time removing it. My eyes automatically fall down to her breasts that are bigger than I remember. It's not a dramatic change because I would have noticed it sooner but it's definitely there.
"Promise me you won't hurt me again," she says. The last thing I want is for her to go into this thinking I just want sex. My fingers loop under her panties and tugs them down.
"I'll give you the gun myself if I ever hurt you again." Her shakey hands undo my belts and jeans, pulling them down with my boxers until they get to my thoughts and I kick them off. Her skin is hot against mine, cheating rising and falling heavily with every deep breath she takes. I love the fact that I can affect her this much. I'm the only man who has ever seen her like this and ever will.
"I want you," she says, laying back down. I brush my hair back as I work my hands down her body, my lips attacking her upper chest until I get to her right nipple. Her back arches off the back, fingers gripping my hair and tugging gently. My free hand kneads the other, rolling and pinching her nipple. Her hips grind against me as I give the left breast the same attention as the other.
Bringing myself further down the bed I get between her legs, spreading them further out. She looks down at me with dark eyes, watching as I run my tongue up and down her wet slit. Her hands grip the sheets, a sharp gasp leaving her mouth. The sounds she makes are the sexiest thing in the planet; I could listen to it for hours and I plan to when everything has been discussed after this.
I grip her hips and press them down into the mattress to keep her from moving. There are a few winces mixed with her moans every time she tries squirming, her moans getting progressively louder. The warm metal of my tongue piecing runs over her hard clit before I tease it with the tip of my tongue. I swear I hear a few dirty words slip from her lips but I'll tease her about that later.
"You taste so fucking good," I tell her her, entering a finger. She moans loudly, face scrunching up in both pain and pleasure. She soon gets used to the feeling, her body relaxing again. "You want to cum like this?" She shakes her head, opening her eyes and looking down at me.
"I...I want you inside me," she says, her voice begging.
"Tell me more..." I know I'm pulling her out of her comfort zone but hearing naughty things from her drives me crazy. It adds to the fantasies I already have of fucking her.
"I want you to prove that I'm yours. Give me what no other women will ever have," she says through clenched teeth. I sit up, pulling her towards me by her hips. I wrap my hand around my throbbing cock, working it up and down as I look at her glistening pussy.
"I'm going to fuck you until I feel your sweet pussy clenching around me." She nods, brows punching together I push in. "So fucking tight. Fuck," I moan, pressing my hand against her stomach.
"You feel so good. I love it." I don't know what's gotten into her but I like it and take advantage of it. My thrusts are soon sloppy and harder than they usually would be with people in the house but I don't care.
"I'm yours. You're fucking mine." Her nails dig into my shoulders as she comes undone, edging me towards my own orgasm. I pull out and release onto her thigh and abdomen. I reach down and grab my shirt, cleaning her off before laying down on my side. My arms keep her close, listening to her rapid breathing as she recovers from her high.
"I'm sorry for reacting like that at first," she says. "I didn't mean to be so insecure."
"It's okay; it's my fault you feel that way," I tell her. If it wasn't for my past actions she would feel secure in this relationship. "Now we have some things we need to talk about." Part of me wants to push it back until the morning so I can sleep on it but it's weighing on me now that all the desire and lust has left me. The anger still isn't present but it'll return.
     "About?" I get up and grab my sweats, putting them back on before going to her purse and searching through it. She sits up and watches as I look for a sonogram like Princess said. She probably thinks I've lost my mind and I probably she for believing a drunk women but it still seems too far fetched. After a few minutes of savaging I pull out a few sonogram pictures that are still together.
   My chest tightens at the sight. Unfolding them a folded piece of paper falls out with a list of number and websites. Websites for information on adoption.
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                        ~Davina's POV~

      "Did you think I wouldn't find out?" He asks, gripping the paper, his knuckles turning a grayish white color. It feels like someone has punched me in the chest or knocked the wind out of me. I wonder how he could have known i those pictures in there but I remember I had Princess grab something from my purse last night.
     He knows I'm pregnant.
     "Is it mine?"
"Of course it's yours," I say, feeling sick with myself. I put myself in this situation, talking to him when I first found out didn't seem like a good idea at the time, but shit, I wish I had now.
"What's the reason for the adoption websites?" I shrug, not knowing how to answer. I was dead-set on going the adoption route, but now I've been thinking about names for the damn thing. I was planning on telling him soon, just not like this. "Fucking talk, Davina!"
      "I was planning on giving it up for adoption," I tell him. His jaw clenched as he looks off our the window. Chest broad chest rises and falls rapidly from what I'm sure is anger. "I was scared-"
    "Scared of what, Davina?!" He tells. I silently pray he doesn't wake anyone, especially Emmy. "I've made it clear to you that I would be more than happy if we had another kid. You know how happy that would make me; you don't have shit to be scared of."
     "Yes, I do!" I snap, my voice louder than I intended. "You're an amazing father to Emmy, but I'm terrified for her when she's older growing up around all this shit. You can keep her safe for now because she's so young but what about when she geta older and starts going on dates with boys? You have your enemies and they don't always go after the direct target; I know that much. I didn't want to bring another child into that," I explain, hoping it'll do something but instead it pushes him further.
     "THAT'S NOT ONLY YOUR CALL TO MAKE!" I flinch at his time and level of voice. He sighs, shoulders slumping tiredly. "I want a bigger family with you and I'm fucking sorry that it's not the safest but you signed up for this shit in the beginning. I didn't tell you to fall in love with me or to get us to this point, but that's what happened. I want to do this right."
        His voice gets quieter the more he talks and soon he's calmed down. Keeping the sheet against me, I move closer to him, managing to grab one of his fingers and tug him. He sits down on the edge but faces me.
    "I'm not mad about you being pregnant, I'm mad that you kept it from me. This is my child. I wouldn't be able to live knowing I had a kid out there calling someone else dad." I relax now that the yelling is over and we can have a normal conversation about this maturely. We just needed those short minutes to release.
"I know, but you also have to understand my fears with this. I see Emmy growing up around...all of this and it scares me. She could later get involved with bad people; I don't want to say that to you, but it's the truth. As long as I'm in her life, I'll do my best to not let that happened, but I'll be damned if anything happened to her or any children we have because of y-your job."
I don't want it to seem as if I don't accept his career, but it's obviously not the traditional job. You could say he works in business, but that covers a very very wide range of business. I also don't want to come across as if I think he's unsafe for his own kids because he's an amazing father. The way he is with Emmy warms my heart and I know she thinks the world of him.
"We're gonna do this right. I'm sticking by your side the whole time and afterwards. The situation with Emmy was fucked up, when she was born I was prepared to have a partner in this, but she was up and gone. I can't do it alone again, I don't want to."
"You won't have to."

     AN: We'll see about that 😈 I really hope you guys enjoyed!
     Question: How do you feel about the reveal? How do you think this will affect their relationship?