Chapter 26

Posey

Everything feels magical as we head back to our room at the Rosewood Cottage. Ledger can't keep his hands off me, and it makes me feel sexy, the way his hands linger along my skin, tracing invisible patterns that send shivers down my spine.

"I wish we could live here forever," I say as soon as Ledger locks the door behind us. The soft light from the vintage lamp casts a warm, cozy flicker in the room.

"We can," he says, removing his shirt in one swift motion. His tattoos catch my eye, the intricate designs traveling up and down his tanned skin.

"We can't. We have to head back to our real lives. Have you heard from Chloe yet?" I ask, trying to focus on the present.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and swipes it on. "She sent a text, letting me know her cousin Vin will be extracting us soon."

I step closer to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and nuzzling my face just below his collarbone, breathing in his familiar scent. "I'm scared," I confess, my voice barely above a whisper.

He tosses the phone onto the bed and folds me into his embrace. "Don't be. We're in this together, and I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

I want to believe him. I really do, but I'm terrified of the man Bane is. He's a monster, capable of hurting us in every way possible.

"Remember what Mayor Thornberg said," Ledger says, his voice steady and reassuring.

I lean back to gaze into his eyes. "What?"

"Bane's broke. He's got no money, and I'm willing to bet he doesn't have as many allies as we think he does."

I blow out a deep breath. "I hope you're right."

"I am," he whispers across my skin, peppering kisses along my cheek, behind my ear, and down the column of my throat, each touch igniting a spark of hope within me.

"Ledger, as long as you never let me go, I can make it through anything," I say, wishing more than anything that this could all be over soon.

The room feels like a safe haven, a cocoon where time stands still. The outside world and all its dangers seem distant, almost unreal. In Ledger's arms, I find a flicker of courage, a promise that together we can face whatever comes our way.

He moves me closer to the bed, discarding our clothes along the way. "I want to make love to you," he breathes.

"Show me how much you love me, Ledger," I plead with him.

He smooths his hand over my hair. "I love you so fucking much." He kisses me tenderly, reverently almost, his tongue tracing over mine. He lowers me onto the bed as tears well in my eyes.

I don't want this to be the last time we're together, but I can't help being scared. Ledger helps ease those fears away as he caresses my body all night long.

He makes sweet love to me, gingerly, embracing my body. We move together like two long lost souls, searching for their perfect match in one another. Together we find it in each other, and as my body catapults into a most epic orgasm, I beg Ledger to never let me go.

He makes promises with every tender kiss he places on my heated skin. He assures me this isn't the last time with each stroke of his dick inside me.

Our bodies build and fall together, both of us finding our ultimate release over and over again as the stars watch over us, casting their light through the curtains.

As soon as we finally fall asleep, we're awakened by Ledger's phone.

It's time.

The hour is late as we finally settle into a hotel on the outskirts of Saint Pierce. True to his word, Vin Mills orchestrated our extraction, deploying agents who whisked us away to safety.

Now, as we wait, fatigue weighs me down. It"s a strange limbo, not knowing what lies ahead, but the comfort of having Ledger by my side is everything.

After preparing for bed, I emerge from the bathroom to find Ledger reclined on the mattress, clad only in a pair of gray joggers. His casual posture turns me on. Every line of his form seems sculpted, drawing my gaze to every detail.

"Hey," I greet him softly.

His eyes lock with mine, and in that moment, it feels as though the intensity of his gaze could set the room on fire. "Come here," he says, and I move toward him without thinking.

I move over top of him, straddling his lap. "I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here with me."

"You'll never have to find out," he whispers across my lips before capturing them in a soul-searing kiss.

I grind against his body, his hardness, needing frantically to feel him again.

It's as if he's just as desperate, because his body is rock hard beneath me. Even though we just made love merely a few hours ago, we're still so urgent for one another.

"You're needy for it, aren't you?" His deep voice vibrates through me, warming me up from the inside out.

I nod. "Yes, I need you."

He trails kisses down my neck, and back up toward my ear. "What are you going to do for it?"

I gaze into his darkening eyes, and lick my lips. "Anything. I'll do anything to feel you inside me again."

"Anything?"

I grow more desperate by the second, and I keep grinding my body against his, both of us fully clothed. I'm in nothing but a tiny tank top and sleep shorts, yet I can feel the outline of his hard dick through all the layers of clothing separating us from one another. "Please," I beg of him. "I'll do anything."

"You turn me on so badly, Posey. I've thought about having you in so many different ways since I met you."

I lift my tank top over my head, flinging it somewhere behind me. "Then have me."

His eyes rake over my bare chest, and he licks his lips like he's starving for me. He tugs me closer, landing his mouth over one of my breasts, sucking my nipple between his teeth.

I lean my head back, my body so close to already coming undone and he hasn't even removed my shorts yet. "There's something I want to do again," I tell him, moving off his lap, and kneeling on the floor beside the bed. "Stand up," I demand, and a smirk crosses his face.

He raises a brow. "I like it when you're like this. So in control." He does as I say, and I tug his joggers down his legs.

Once he realizes what I want to do, he fists his hands in my hair. "Posey," he breathes out. "Fuck, you suck dick like a pornstar."

I smile. "And I'll do it whenever you want me to."

He gazes down at me. "Same goes for you. I love the way you taste, and I'll eat your greedy pussy anytime you want me to. In fact." He picks me up and tosses me onto the bed.

I land on my back, and he mounts me, only his head is down by my legs.

"Oh my god," I say once I realize what is happening. "Sixty-nine," I whisper out, only reading about this position in books.

"I'm hungry," he says before diving face first between my thighs.

I spread my legs for him, and grab a hold of his thickening dick, guiding it to my mouth. I suck him into my mouth as he continues to nibble along my clit. "Oh," I moan out.

Ledger hisses a few curse words, his fists tightening around my thighs. "You suck me so good, baby."

I keep working him, sucking him, slurping his dick deep down as far as I can go. I breathe through my nose, making out with his dick, and Ledger eats me like a ravenous beast.

Next thing I know, he lifts off me, spinning around. He fists his cock in one hand and slams it into me.

"Fuck," he groans out into the still air. "You feel so fucking good." He keeps slamming his dick into me as my body builds toward its release.

The sound of skin on skin fills the room as Ledger pounds inside me.

"Yes, Oh, Ledger," I shout out, flinging my arms over my head.

Ledger locks my ankles around his neck, keeping my legs in place. "I love how you thought you weren't mine," he says, pounding away inside me. "How you actually thought you could stay away from me. How you didn't think this was ever going to happen."

He lets my legs fall off his shoulders as he leans up right into my face, his mouth hovering mere centimeters away from my own. "I knew this would happen from the moment I met you. I knew one day I'd be owning your pussy. That you'd be mine."

"I knew it too," I call out. Because I did know it. Deep down I think I always did. Ledger and I were two moving forces, too powerful to be kept away from one another.

Our connection was instant.

I felt it.

And so did he.

He gazes with lust-filled eyes at the point where my body meets his. He keeps thrusting inside me, his mouth hangs open and I cup his cheeks with both of my hands.

"Kiss me, Ledger. Show me how real this is," I tell him, my heart nearly exploding.

He kisses me roughly, passionately. He kisses me, exploring my mouth with his tongue, groaning, messy. So messy, and I love every second of it.

Because we're messy together. Our path to each other hasn't been easy.

I kiss him back, letting him know I understand his need. I feel it too.

He lowers his hand between our bodies, pressing the pad of his thumb against my clit, creating a plethora of pressure. He works his hand, better than I've ever worked my own as he creates the perfect rhythm.

"I'm so close," I tell him, our eyes meeting.

"I love you, Posey. I've loved you from the moment we met," he says just as my body kicks off.

I'm flying. I'm soaring. My body tumbles and takes off at the same time. I feel weightless, and yet, I feel heavy with emotion.

My body is a complete contrast of itself, and I fucking love it.

I keep coming as Ledger's face grows with a smile.

"Keep coming on my cock," he says, his eyes boring into mine.

I swear he can read my soul at this moment, and I've never felt more vulnerable. More loved. More everything.

"Ledger," I manage to say. "I can't…" my words fall away, but I mean I can't stop. I can't stop my heart from beating for him.

I can't stop myself from risking everything I have to be with him.

I can't stop this orgasm from crashing straight through me. It comes at me from all angles, twisting me sideways as my body heats up to inferno levels.

As if an orgasm just crashed into another, and I'm unable to do anything to stop the onslaught of sensations happening to my body right now.

Ledger keeps going, keeping his dark eyes locked on mine whenever I finally open them. The connection is intense, and as soon as my body begins to calm, his picks up.

He's so close, I can tell. I hold onto him, my eyes never wavering from his as I tell him, "I love you too."

He lets loose, his body jerking out his release deep inside me. "Fuck, Posey," he says, pulling out midway of his orgasm. "I didn't mean to come inside you."

But I squeeze his ass with both hands, keeping him in place. "I want you to. I want to feel you there. I want you to leave a part of yourself inside me. Your DNA mixed with mine, forever."

He kisses me, holding himself up with his hands braced on either side of my head. "I fucking love you," he whispers against my lips as soon as the kiss has broken.

I wish we could stay like this forever.