“I fucking love you.” The words push out of me, a declaration, and a promise.
A damnation.
Didn’t plan to say it, but once said, I wouldn’t take it back if I could. I’ve loved this woman since I was sixteen. Am I pissed we lost eight years because she’s stubborn? Yes, but the dungeon taught me not to take shit for granted and I’m done holding grudges. She’s home now, and most folks don’t get a do-over. For whatever reason, life gave us a second chance, and I won’t squander this gift.
I drive into her, my deep and steady strokes building friction. Igniting an inferno. I flip her on her stomach. She tosses her hair over her shoulder. I gather the dark, silken strands in one hand and brace my weight with the other. I inch into her, shallowing her pussy with the tip of my dick. Teasing the nerves right at her opening.
“Beg me,” I growl.
She doesn’t, so I torture her until the words I want to hear are pulled from her. “Please, Wraith.”
I push in farther, but still just a tease. “Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
An inch deeper. “Like this?”
She shakes her head. “Deeper.”
Still shallowing. My balls tighten. The build working its way up my spine. “Say the words, Jamie. Tell me what you want.”
She pushes back against me and rolls her hips on my dick. “Deep and hard. Fast, Wraith. Make me come.”
Never say I don’t give my woman what she wants.
I grip her hips and rock into her, slamming to the hilt. The view of her pussy swallowing my cock is epic. Her muscles clench, and her body tenses. A flood of wet washes over my shaft as she rides her orgasm.
“I’ve always loved you.” Her confession is a rasped whimper that digs its way into my heart and brands itself on my soul.
No fucking way I can hold back. Not now. Not after hearing that. The pressure’s too much. My climax comes rushing up on me, and I slam into her with a force I’m positive will leave bruises on her uterus. She fists her hands in the sheets and pumps her hips in time to my thrusts, pulling every drop of cum from me.
I reluctantly roll off her, so my big body doesn’t crush her. Quick as lightning, she pops off the bed and hurries to the bathroom. She comes back with two towels—one of which she tosses at me.
“Now that I’ve allowed you to distract me, care to tell me what happened at the meeting?”
Without a hint of modesty, she wipes between her legs. Then she tugs on her clothes while waiting for my answer. The little general is back in action.
“Holy shit, you’re ruthless.”
She arches an imperious brow at me. “And...”
I wipe my dick, then climb off the bed to pull on my jeans. “Your intel worked. Everyone but Crane has been arrested.”
Her delighted gasp is music. “Seriously?”
I return to the bed and lean against the headboard, my arms out to her. “Seriously.”
She doesn’t crawl into my embrace. Instead, she gathers the ankle-length skirt of her dress and sits beside me, cross-legged. “What happens now?”
I drop my arms and shrug. “We go to Gomorrah and burn it to the fucking ground.” I can actually see her pulling up her wall. “No, you’re not doing that.”
Her brows slam together, and her chin lifts. “What?”
I point at her. “That shit right there. We didn’t do the whole ‘I love you’ thing for you to hide behind your defenses at the first whiff of trouble.”
She gives me a sheepish shrug. “Old habits…”
“Better die a quick goddamn death.”
