“I can take it out if you’d like. But it really is a safety measure. The Bratva has taken our women before. I can’t risk losing you,” I confess.
A look of fear crosses her face then she burrows into me.
“I know you’ll always protect me, but I want to keep it in. It makes me feel safe knowing you’re looking out for me,” she sighs.
I exhale in relief.
I keep her buried in my arms, and when the nurse comes to put my IV back in, I let him, but I refuse to let Cecilia out of my bed.
She falls asleep rather quickly after staying up all night worrying about me.
I just watch her sleep, holding her to my chest.
Where she’s safe.
Where she’ll always be protected.
And I process what could’ve happened. How I could’ve lost her. And I vow to never let anything come between us again.
Chapter 94
Cecilia
I wake to kisses on my neck.
“Roman! We can’t do this here!” I whisper-shout at him.
I feel his smile against my neck.
“Sunshine, don’t you know? We’re Montclairs. We can do whatever we want,” he responds mischievously.
“I’m not even supposed to be in this bed with you. We definitely can’t be making out in it!” I scold.
He continues his attack on my neck. One hand trails up to my face and turns my cheek so I meet his gaze.
He leans in and kisses me deeply. He’s relentless. I can’t stop myself from giving in. When I pull back for air, he stares at me adoringly.
“Oh sunshine, I don’t intend to just make out,” he says slyly, then slips his hand under the covers.
I moan when he invades my panties, still trailing lower. He meets my core and hisses a breath.
“Already wet for me?” he says with a grin.
“Always. Even just a kiss gets me there for you, my hero,” I whisper against his lips.
He pushes a finger in, and I groan at the intrusion.
I grip his arm, but don’t make a move to stop him. Because I know if I said the word, this ecstasy would stop. And despite my protests, that’s the last thing I want.
With his injured left arm, he hikes my left leg over him, opening me further.
He continues thrusting his fingers into me, grinding his palm against my clit. I’m panting on the edge of my release.
And when he leans in and bites my neck, I fall over the edge.
He covers my mouth with his, swallowing my cries. I’m too consumed by my release to consider the consequences of being loud.
I reach under the sheet and grip his hard dick. I slide my hand up and down, squeezing at the base. He starts lifting his hips, meeting my strokes.
