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Conquering Fear	By : emmarae3579 Category: S through Z > Zorro Views: 2149 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author’s Note: Ok, so this story is gonna bug me till I post it all, and I’m not going to get any studying done. I have a quiz in two hours. Tomorrow’s going to be a bad day, so if I post this I’ll get lots of comments to make me smile, right?
I hope you enjoy! This chapter is rated MA for sexual situations, but you’re here so you asked for it!
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Diego shrugged off the shirt Felipe had given him after putting the bandage on. He looked over his shoulder to see if he could see anything, checked the mirror. Nice of the guard to shoot him where it wasn’t visible. The salve had numbed the area so he didn’t even feel pain anymore. He would have to remember to thank Felipe. And talk to Victoria—the boy could go to medical school. If they adopted him, Felipe could be a doctor. He’d taken excellent care of Diego since he’d returned from Spain, and the orphan deserved to be an official member of his family and the chance to go to school.
Diego stretched out his arm, checked his range of motion, but the wound was superficial. Explanations could definitely wait. He crept over to Victoria in his bare feet, though he was no longer content to watch her sleep. She frowned, disturbed in her dream. He ran a finger lightly over the furrow in her brow, and her face relaxed again. He wished he could soothe all her worries that easily.
“Victoria.” He brushed her hair away from her neck, placing a gentle kiss on her nape.
“Diego,” she whispered in response. Warmth filled him as he smiled at her still sleeping face. She’d said Diego, not Zorro. She had a point this morning. He’d have to remember that she loved him, and not keep worrying about the past.
His hand caressed her neck and went to the laces at the back of her dress. How often had he imagined her wearing this dress? Unlacing it? Last night he’d been impatient. There was something to be said about slowly pulling the laces through the grommets. Victoria sighed in her sleep and he kissed her cheek and whispered her name again. He didn’t want to wake her up too fast, or she’d want the story just like Felipe. He only wanted her.
He ran a hand down her back, opening her dress as he told her how beautiful she was, how happy it made him that she was waiting here for him. Her eyes blinked open slowly when his hands found skin under the satin. He pulled at the chemisette, thought about using the knife again. This morning he’d appreciated the open sides to the chemisette compared to the full chemise she’d had on earlier. Now he was annoyed that he’d put underwear on her at all. He’d never make that mistake again. He lifted it out of the way and pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades.
She turned her head on her arms, and he thought he should probably let her sleep some more. He knew she’d been upset when he left, despite the brave face she’d shown him. He moved her hair out of her face again and kissed her neck. “Victoria, I’m home.”
“Diego?” Victoria’s eyes stayed open now and she smiled blearily at him. He pulled her gently out of the chair so he could sit with her in his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck again.
“Are you awake yet?” He pushed her away a bit so he could smooth his hands up her back once more, then brought his hands down her arms, along with her dress.
Her next “Diego” was muffled as he pulled the chemisette over her head, and by then she was definitely awake. When he settled her back against him, her eyes were wide as she looked over her shoulder and felt his bare chest at her back. He settled her at an angle so she wouldn’t by chance look over his left shoulder and he ran his hands over her exposed stomach.
Victoria’s hands covered his as she looked around the cave, wide awake now. “Diego, we’re—“ She cut off with a sigh as his hands moved up to cover her breasts and pull her flush against his chest. His fingers found the aroused peaks and she struggled to remember what she was saying.
“We’re alone,” Diego murmured against her neck before he opened his mouth to taste her skin. “Who cares where we are?”
She arched her back and sighed as his fingers continued to torment her. She could feel his erection pressing against her through her skirt, and she moved her hips against him, eager to get closer. Why was he behind her? She wanted to feel his mouth, not his fingers. She looked over her shoulder to find his lips, and she knew she’d never get enough of kissing him. She reached down to try to pull at the tape at her waist, but she couldn’t find it with the top of her dress bunched up like it was.
One of Diego’s hands went to her waist, and Victoria turned so she could focus everything on kissing him, her fingers threading into his hair to stroke his scalp. Diego groaned and his other hand joined in the search for the fastening, his movements becoming frantic until finally he felt the waist of her dress loosen.
Diego’s arms wrapped around her as he lifted her up to stand with him. His hands went to her waist and she held onto his shoulders because she wasn’t sure her legs would support her. Then the dress pooled at her feet and he lifted her to sit on the desk. She broke the kiss to stare at him with wide eyes. He gave her a moment as she looked around, and she thrilled him when she forgot her concerns and hooked her legs around his to bring him closer.
This morning he’d tormented her forever. Now she knew what she wanted and she urged his head toward her breasts as she arched towards his mouth. “Diego, please.” She wasn’t above begging. He’d made her beg this morning, she knew he could do it again.
Diego rewarded her unspoken demand and bent to capture her breast in his mouth, his teeth and tongue pulling at the sensitive peak. She cried out his name and her head fell back, one hand holding him to her and the other knocking something off the desk to hold herself upright. His hands stroked up and down her thighs until his thumbs found her center and her hips arched against him. Diego groaned at her eager response as she moved against his fingers to please herself. Her hands came to his shoulders as he urged her to lie back, ignoring the clatter as he knocked more items to the floor.

She opened her eyes when she felt something soft on his shoulder, saw something white against his skin as he bent to her breasts again. “Diego—“ He hated the worry in her voice, but his blood was on fire and he didn’t want to talk. Her eyes closed tightly when his finger slid deep inside of her, quickly followed by another. She dug her nails into his shoulders to keep him close when he moved to stand away from her. She lifted his mouth back to hers to kiss his lips gently, then she touched his shoulder again, not letting him look away.
He dropped his eyes, but didn’t answer the question she didn’t voice. He didn’t think it was important, so she tried to forget that her husband was apparently injured, and he hadn’t told her. Diego helped her forget when his fingers curled inside her, and she gave in to the sensations she’d never imagined before last night.
Diego tried to remind himself of the blood he’d seen on her this morning, but he could smell her arousal. That he hadn’t had the time to take care of her properly and pamper her, but her reactions were driving him out of his mind. That he’d promised not to hurt her again, but it felt like forever since he’d been inside her.
“Are you hurting?” Diego whispered against her lips, his fingers moving faster inside her, barely pausing to caress and stretch her sensitive tissues. Victoria wondered why he wanted to talk now. Diego’s fingers were making her crazy, and she shuddered as she moved against his hand. “Victoria, are you in pain?” Diego’s voice raised in desperation—desperate to bury himself inside her but trying to remember patience.
His fingers stopped and pulled back, his hand pressing against her mound and Victoria cried out in protest. “What? No, don’t stop.” Diego’s fingers entered her again suddenly, but before Victoria could appreciate them, they were gone. Diego hooked his hands under her knees and spread her thighs wide apart and Victoria lifted her head to look at him, embarrassment flooding back into her face when she saw him looking between her legs. Then she groaned and her head fell back as Diego’s cock stabbed deep into her core in one thrust.
The burn when he’d first entered her mixed with pleasure when he pulled back out almost immediately before thrusting deep again. She could feel every inch of him slide against her tender tissues, and those familiar tendrils of fire spread out to her toes and fingertips. He hooked her knees over his arms as he thrust hard into her, and her hands grasped at the edge of the desk to keep from spinning out of control. He leaned forward, opening her wider and angling his pelvis to hit her just right. His mouth captured her breast again, his lips and teeth pulling hard on her flesh, and her hands came up to wrap around his head and stroke over his chest and shoulders. His strength and passion drove her over the edge and she cried out his name, her internal muscles gripping him hard and driving his orgasm after her.
Diego’s head rested between her breasts, his breath hot and heavy against her still sensitive skin. She combed her fingers through his hair and he let go of her legs so she could relax. His hands came up to hold her, lightly stroking his hands over her while they caught their breath. She loved feeling his weight on her. In her. She never imagined she’d feel so connected to another person. Now that she knew both sides of him, had felt what he could do to her body, how he made her feel so cherished, her love for him frightened her. The bandage on his back frightened her. Her hand accidentally touched the bandage and she flinched away from it.
“Promise me that it will always be like this.” She cradled his face and Diego lifted sad eyes to look at her. “That you won’t ever leave me.”
Diego kissed her hand, but didn’t hold her gaze as he lifted her, arranging her so she was cradled in his arms while he sat in his chair. “I promise that if it is within my power, I will never leave you.” All bravado drained out of her at his modified promise, and the tears she’d hidden from him before came. He held on tight as his strong, brave, independent wife cried out her fears for him.
He thought back to the time she was shot, to the times he thought he might lose her. “Zorro won’t go out again.” He knew she’d hear the story eventually, so he tried to settle her fears. “I’m not hurt. I thought I was careful, but I forgot about one man. He had a gun and got lucky.” Victoria touched his face, and Diego wiped at the silent tears still falling on her cheeks. “We’ll go to Monterrey. My father, too. If they don’t replace the alcalde, we’ll go higher. I’ll go to the King of Spain if I have to.”
Victoria trembled, from emotion or from the chill of the room. Diego kissed her forehead and set her feet on the ground. “Come on, I’ll show you my secret hideaway. It’s impossible to be stressed after a swim in the hot springs.”
Victoria was silent as he once again helped her into her dress. He let her see for herself underneath the bandage, and he stood still while she ran her hands over his back, which was looking pretty beat up by now. She pressed kisses against the worst of the bruising from yesterday and wrapped her arms around him, laying her head between his shoulder blades. He stroked her arms and gave her time to come to terms with whatever she was thinking.
She gave him a final squeeze, and tried to remember this was her wedding day as he got dressed. As if she could forget, with her breasts still tingling in her dress and muscles she’d never dreamed of making their presence known every time she moved. But all that reminded her she was tied to this man, forever and always.
He’d been rough with her just now. She could tell he felt bad about losing control. She imagined the amount of self-control he’d had to demonstrate over the years acting as two people, always hiding. And she drove him over the edge, made him lose that control. It was heady, and scary. She could conquer her fears, just as he had done by marrying her. There was no way they could turn back now, and she’d promised the padre she’d take care of him.
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