Taken in the Night

Chapter Five: Jonathan's POV

MATURE CONTENT BE MATURE ABOUT IT

Flash back:

The man grabbed Lucy's arm with a smile as she yelped in pain. His grip was too tight. It hurt and she knew that the uncle was enjoying putting her in pain. His grip tightened and she wanted to scream from the pain he was causing. She didn't even know Jonathan had reached for a handheld gun because she was in so much pain.

"I said leave her alone," Jonathan spoke with a deadly tone, one Lucy had never thought Jonathan possessed. She was in excruciating pain where Jonathan's uncle held her.

Jonathan's uncle let her go and Lucy scrambled over to behind Jonathan with a whimper as she held her arm. She knew she would have a bruise in the morning where the man had grabbed her and she couldn't help but feel like she had failed what she was trying to accomplish. She didn't want the uncle to think she was weak but after what just happened, she knew she failed. When she looked at Jonathan, she saw he was staring down his uncle and worried about him.

"Put that down son we don't want someone getting hurt," the uncle said with a grin.

"Oh like you didn't hurt me and Ma after dad died. Like you didn't just hurt Lucy or how you didn't stab me, your own family," Jonathan yelled as his body began to shake. He took his hand that was holding his side and placed it on the gun so he could get a better shot. Blood leaked heavily from the stab wound making him lose a lot of blood quickly. "And for the record. I am not your son." Those were the last words he said to his uncle as he pulled the trigger, shooting his uncle in the head, instantly killing him. Lucy wasn't prepared for Jonathan to collapse right after he shot his uncle.

"Jonathan! Please! Stay awake! You can't do this! Not now!" Lucy began crying out more as she watched his eyes slowly close. She wasn't ready to lose him! He needed to stay awake. She needed him. The last thing she heard him whisper, was her name before his eyes finally closed as he lost consciousness.

Lucy panicked she had no idea what to do so she grabbed the first aid kit, a knife and a candle that was lit in the kitchen and rushed to his side. First she opened the rubbing alcohol and poured it on the wound and then placed the knife over the flame trying to get it to the glowing orange color. Once it was glowing she placed it over the wound to close it and wrapped it up after cleaning it again and waited. She didn't know how long he would be out for. Or if he would survive but she said a small prayer and covered him with a blanket and then laid with him.

She made a promise that day to both of them. She wasn't going to leave Jonathan if she had any say. As she fell asleep, she curled her small body closer to him, hoping he would be alright and wouldn't die on her. She didn't care how long it would take before he woke up, she was going to stay there as long as it took. End of flashback.

Jonathan woke up with a jolt on the hard ground with a small body curled up next to him. The cold sweat made him shiver, causing pain to shoot through his side, making him yelp. The small body stirred and looked at Jonathan worriedly.

"Take it easy. You're still healing." Lucy said, looking at the bandages.

"How long have I been laying here?" he asked, moving his stiff limbs.

"A few days. Today would have been day four if you wouldn't have woken up."

Jonathans hand went to her face, feeling her warmth, something he thought he would never feel again. He got up carefully and looked around he didn't see his uncle's body or the gun he used to kill him. The panic began to sink in before Lucy calmed him.

"I went to go get a friend and came back. He took care of everything. It's okay. I blindfolded him so he wouldn't know where you are. I cleaned the blood with bleach and we buried the body and the gun. So it's going to be okay." Lucy explained as she ran her hands over his toned chest making him breath heavily with pleasure.

"Lucy," Jonathan said lustfully.

"Yes?"

Without answering he kissed her passionately, putting his hand on the back of her head.

Lucy felt a hard lump in his pants making her blush as she kissed back slowly while unbuttoning her shirt and pressing her breasts against him. Jonathan growled seductively in her ear making her shiver as she kissed down his body until she reached the band of his sweatpants. His breath hitched as she pulled them down slowly making sure they rubbed against his hard shaft. Then she took his shaft softly in her hand, making him twitch as she kissed it before taking it in her mouth. He started moaning as she began to suck on it, bobbing her head up and down, making him gently pull her hair. Jonathan pulled her up and pushed her on the bed, pulling the rest of her clothes off as he spread her legs wide staring in awe and lust. He leaned down kissing her breast and sucking on her n*****s making her bite her lip.

"I don't want to get you pregnant and I have no protection," Jonathan said softly, rubbing his d**k against her v****a making her gasp.

"I'm infertile due to abuse so it's okay," she said, wrapping her legs around him making them both moan softly.

He slowly slid it in making her breathe heavily as if she was in heaven and then slowly started to slide in and out trying to hold back the beast in him. The soft moans that escaped her lips made it hard to contain himself as he slowly went faster.

"Don't hold back, Jonathan. I want to be yours," Lucy said as she noticed the struggle through his pleasure.

"You have no idea what your wanting me to unleash Lucy," he replied, his voice heavy with desire.

"Please, I want you to. I love you," she begged which made him let loose as he began to go harder making her moan his name.

The sounds of slapping skin and moans filled the bunker as moments turned into hours. Their love was nearly complete as they both neared climax. Then at the same time they came as their high came down making them both pant, tired from the love making they just had.

"I love you Lucy. You make me want to never give you back," he said as he laid next to her, pulling her close.

He hoped he never had to and that she could just stay there with him forever. With the bittersweet thoughts in his mind he fell asleep holding her close to him.