Alana stepped under the shower head, letting the hot water soak her body completely. She stood under there for a few minutes, letting the heat relax her extremely tense muscles. A content sigh left her lips as she reached for her wash cloth, grabbing her body wash along with it. She squirted some of the body wash onto her rag and she rubbed it together, scrubbing her body hard. She wanted to rid herself of the memories from that day. All the blood, the anger, the sadness, the urges she had just to be with Laurent, she wanted to wash all of it away. It wasn't even that she didn't want Laurent anymore, she just didn't know if she was safe with him. If he could do what he did that to the doctor, imagine what he could do to her, and she was smaller and way more fragile than he was.

She didn't take long to clean herself up. Laurent was still waiting for his turn in the shower, so she hurried up with scrubbing herself, rinsing herself off afterwards. She got out the shower, leaving the water on for him. She wrapped her towel around her body tightly, not wanting him to see her like that right now. He took note of that and he felt so bad as she left the bathroom. He didn't want her to feel uncomfortable around him because of that. He knew if it was anyone else, they'd have called the cops on him already, and he'd be in a jail cell by then. But she didn't, she was calm around him. Although, he could tell that by the look in her eyes, she was afraid. That was something that he didn't want her to feel, but he wanted to make it right, for her.

Alana was in her room, dressed in a pink oversized t-shirt and a pair of white socks. She was brushing her hair out, with her favorite brush, making sure to start from the roots and up. Once she was done, she began to look for a hair tie, growing frustrated when she couldn't find one.

"Oh boy," she muttered, rummaging through her drawers. She was so busy looking for a hair tie that she didn't hear the water cut off, so when Laurent cleared his throat it caught her by surprise. She looked over at him and her eyes immediately landed on his torso that was still drenched in water. The towel he had wrapped around him hung low on his hips, giving her the perfect view of his defined V-line. Her eyes trailed back up to his face and he had a blank look on his face, but she could tell he was waiting for her.

"What?" She asked quietly, closing her drawers.

"The clothes," he said, chuckling a bit. Embarrassment began to take her over and she swore under her breath, mentally face palming herself.

"I'm sorry," she said, reaching for the basketball shorts and tank top she had stowed away in her closet. She always kept a few articles of men's clothing just in case, you know, things happened. She walked over to him and she handed him the clothes, waiting for him to take it. He just stood there, giving her that look again. Like he was adoring her or something.

"Here," she said, pushing the clothes against his chest. He reached up and he grabbed her wrist gently pulling him towards her. Her eyes refused to meet his, so she looked down at her arm, swallowing nervously.

"Baby," he said. "I don't want you to be scared of me."

"I'm not," she replied, barely trusting her voice as it came out quiet than she expected.

"Then look at me."

Alana hesitated for a second, not wanting to meet his eyes. She knew she would give in almost instantly, but she decided to anyway, her bright eyes looking into his dark ones. The light in her room was reflecting on his face perfectly, allowing her to see the brown in his eyes. He looked at her with the most intense but soft look, his eyes giving her mixed feelings with them alone.

"I won't hurt you," he said, leaning down a little bit. "I promise."

She didn't say anything as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against hers softly. She let the clothes drop from her hands, but neither of them cared.

"Do you believe me?" He asked, his breath fanning against her lips.

"Yes," she replied, not even sure if she believed her own answer. "I want you to kiss me."

She didn't have to tell him twice as he pressed his lips on hers, his hand letting go of her wrist. He placed his hand on the arch in her back and he pulled her closer, her hands landing on his chest. Their lips moved together slowly, but the kiss alone set off fires inside of both of them. He pushed her in the direction of her bed and she followed his lead, backing up slowly. After a few more steps, the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed, causing her to gasp and break the kiss.

He grinned and he laid her down softly, pushing her back until her head hit the pillows. He climbed on the bed with her and he pulled the covers over both of them, removing his towel under the covers. He tossed the towel on the floor and he adjusted himself until he was on top of her. Alana could feel his erection on her and she squirmed as it pressed against her clit, making her pussy ache a bit.

"Do you want it?" He asked, kissing her neck softly. She nodded slowly, her eyes fluttering shut as he grind his hips on hers.

"That's not enough, baby," he whispered. His big hand ran up her body slowly, lifting her t-shirt until it was over her breasts. He licked his lips before wrapping them around her right nipple, sucking in it tenderly. His other hand ran down to the warmth radiating from between her thighs and he separated them, rubbing her through her panties.

A whimper left her lips and she bit her lip, her fingers running through his twists softly. He pushed her underwear to the side and he put two of his fingers inside of her, curling them up as he pumped them in and out at a fast pace. Alana moaned softly as tiny fragments of pleasure slowly spread her from her core, making their way to other parts of her body.

Laurent groaned and he switched breasts, wrapping his lips around her left nipple as he fingered her faster. A louder moan erupted from her and she grabbed his arm, squeezing his bicep.

"Laurent, I want it."

"You want what?" He asked, detaching his lips from her erect nipple.

"You know what I want," she whined, squirming under him. He chuckled, pressing a log passionate kiss to her lips.

"Say it."

"I want your dick," she moaned, opening her eyes to look up at him. He smirked and he slipped his fingers out of her, bringing them up to her lips. She opened her mouth and she sucked his fingers, dragging her tongue along them. Laurent felt his dick throb against her and he reached for her underwear, sliding them down her legs.

He positioned himself at her entrance and he looked at her, taking his lower lip between his teeth. He pushed his tip into her and they both let out soft gasps. She could already feel him stretching her out and he could feel her pussy constricting around his dick, and it added more pleasure for both of them. Slowly, he pushed himself all the way into her without a warning, a moan escaping her lips.

"Shit, baby," he whispered as he thrusted into her. Alana moaned and her pussy welcomed the rhythm of his thrusts. She wrapped her arms around his neck, filling his ears with her beautiful love sounds. He picked up his pace a little bit, pulling out of her almost completely before pushing back into her, repeating this movement. His hand slid down to her hips and he gripped them tightly, rocking his hips against hers.

"Fuck," she groaned her nails sliding down his back. "Laurent go faster."

"Say please," he moaned in her ear, his eyes squeezing shut. She felt so good around him, her warmth and wetness sending shockwaves all throughout his body.

"Please," She whined, biting her lip hard. Laurent swore in French before he began to drill his dick into her, digging this fingers into her hips.

"Fuck, yes!" She moaned loudly, digging her nails into his back. They weren't at the hospital anymore, so she could moan as loud as she wanted to, without giving a damn about who heard her. As he fucked her, she could feel every thing she's been worrying about for the last few days slip her mind. Her mother, her sister, the doctor, and anything else that would stress her out. She let it all slip away and she focused on the man that was filling her up with his dick, not once missing her sweet spot. Every time he thrusted into her, the pleasure became more and more intense, and she found herself damn near screaming under him.

"Oh my GOD!" She cried out, throwing her head back against the pillow. Laurent placed both of his hands on the bed and he slammed his dick into her mercilessly, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room.

"So tight, fuck," he whispered, biting his lip hard as he picked up his pace. Alana screamed in pleasure and she dug her nails deeper into his back, and he felt it, but it felt so good to him. That let him know that he was doing good, and it only made him want to destroy her insides even more. He leaned down and he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her roughly as he neared his orgasm.

"I'm going to cum, baby," he moaned against her lips.

"Me too," she whimpered, a bubbling feeling forming in the pit of her stomach. His thrust began to get sloppier by the second, and that told her that he was going to let loose inside of her at any moment. She could feel herself about to explode, too, as her moans got louder and closer together.

"I want to see you when you cum," he said breathlessly. "Open you eyes."

Alana peeled her eyes open slowly and she looked up at him, moans and curse words leaving her lips.

"Right there, Laurent," she moaned, looking directly at him. "Don't stop baby, please."

In a matter of seconds, Alana began to shake under him as she came, a loud, pleasure filled cry leaving her lips as she did. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and at that moment she forgot how to breathe for a few seconds. Laurent came right when she did and he filled her pussy up with his warm cum, satisfied grunts leaving his lips as he did. Alana's hands fell down at her sides as she tried to catch her breath, her legs still shaking a little.

Laurent ran a hand through his twists before he kissed her, more lazily this time.

"You're mine," he whispered, running his think across her cheek. She peeked up at him through her hooded eyelids and she chuckled lightly.

"I know," she said, biting her lip. "I'm all yours."

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Thanks next morning, Alana woke up late. She was still in bed as she got used to the light shining through her window, squinting her eyes a little bit. She stretched a little, but she jumped when she felt something next to her. She turned her head slowly and she sighed, realizing that it was Laurent. She had forgotten all about the night before, but it didn't take long for memories to start flooding her brain. He was lying on his stomach with his face halfway buried into her pillows. His twists were covering his face, only allowing her to see his eyes that were closed, and his soft lips that were parted. She heard light snores leaving his lips, letting her know that he was sleeping soundly. A smile formed on her face and she slowly maneuvered her way out of her bed, careful not to wake him. She stood and she stretched, glancing at the clock on her nightstand. It was ten o'clock in the morning, and way too late for her to go into work. Not like she wanted to anyways. She needed a break from everything that happened yesterday, excluding her time with Laurent in her room. 

She left her room quietly, making her way to her kitchen. She walked over to her fridge, opening it lazily. There wasn't really anything she could cook, so she looked in the freezer, reaching for the box of microwavable pancakes. She closed her freezer and she sat the box on the countertop, opening it quickly. She took out six pancakes, three for her and three for Laurent. She took out a glass plate from one of the cupboards, setting the pancakes on it. She opened the microwave and she put the plate in, closing it afterwards. She set the time for five minutes and she leaned on the counter, yawning tiredly.

She jumped when a pair of arms wrapped around her waist, a grin appearing on her face.

"Morning," she grinned, turning to face Laurent.

"Good morning, beautiful," he said groggily, kissing her forehead softly. A child like smile appeared on her face and she looked up at him, pinching his cheeks a little bit.

"Go brush your teeth," she said, pulling his cheeks.

"No," he whined, grabbing both of her hands. He placed them on the counter and he leaned on her, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

"You don't want your breath to smell all day, do you?" She asked.

"No, but you got to come with me," he whined again, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

"No, I'm watching the pancakes, Laurent," Alana laughed. She grabbed his face, holding it in front of her. "Go brush your teeth."

"Fine," he muttered, letting go of her. He dragged his feet back to her room, and she grinned sheepishly, playing with her fingers.

Mitsy walked into the kitchen slowly, and she looked back before looking up at Alana.

"You like him, too?" She asked, bending down to pet her. Mitsy leaned into her touch a little bit, her tongue poking out if her mouth.

"Well you can't have him," Alana said in a baby voice. "He's mine and mine only."

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ba duh dum crash. I love this chapter 😻 and I hope y'all do too. Chapter fifteen will be up tonight ❤ x Rose