28. Amy

28

AMY

H is nostrils flared as he looked at me with that smoldering gaze that set me on fire.

I didn't know if something was wrong with me to want him now. My addiction to this man and his love would never fade, but so soon after all that violence and danger, it seemed hasty.

"I love you, so fucking much," he growled as he stood.

I rose with him, safe in his arms. He'd never drop me. He'd never let me go. I knew I could believe him when he promised it.

As he carried me out of the bathroom and toward the bedroom, I dipped my head to kiss him softly.

It wasn't enough. He groaned, dropping to the bed and covering me with the hot bulk of his rugged body. Pinning me to the mattress, he kissed me harder, with bite and more than a suggestion of hunger.

He leaned back, raking his ravenous stare over me, and I drew in a deep breath of anticipation with the knowledge that he would render me into a molten puddle of bliss .

I knew that look. I learned what it meant that first night we slept together.

He wanted me with a fierce need that couldn't be easily extinguished.

My pussy grew slick with cream, throbbing as I pushed my hips toward his. Already, my nipples pebbled under my shirt, aching for his touch and kiss.

Throughout my whole body, I was aware and famished for him, heated with this streak of desire coursing through my veins.

"Please, Nik," I begged as I ran my hands over his bare shoulders. Without his shirt on, he was halfway naked, and I couldn't wait to feel every taut inch of him, unhindered by any clothing.

"I don't want to hurt you." He wore that same wretched look of patience that he'd given me when I rode him before he left to kill Diego.

"You wouldn't."

He shook his head, pressing kisses along my jawline. "The doctor said?—"

I laughed loudly once, incredulous. "I doubt Dr. Francis would approve of what just happened in the dining room, either!"

He furrowed his brow, peppering kisses down my neck. "And I swear to you, that won't happen again. We'll redouble the guards here."

Still, he made no move to take my clothes off.

"I want you, Nik. Please. Please make love to me."

He slid his hand beneath my shirt to grab my breast. His touch was possessive and firm as he tugged at my nipple, and I groaned at the direct hit of pleasure connecting from my breasts to my pussy.

"I need to feel you. I need to feel the love and life between us to erase the reminders of all the death and fighting. "

Caressing my skin, he moved to my other breast. "Can you accept that it is a part of who I am? A part of my life here?" He pushed my shirt up to suck on my tit.

I cried out, holding his head there and squirming for more. "A part of our lives, you mean. I'm not going anywhere."

His smile was wicked. "Good. Because I am going to worship this body," he promised as he dragged my shirt off. "Now and forever."

"You putting a ring on it?" I asked with a saucy grin as he yanked my pants off.

"Fuck yeah," he replied confidently as he feasted his eyes on my body. "Whenever you want to, we will marry."

He lowered to the end of the bed, pushing my legs apart roughly to lick from my taint to my clit.

"Oh, yes !" I shouted. The slow, hot drag of his tongue had me fisting the sheets.

"We'll need to find a house, too." Again, he licked, pushing with more force than before. "Because you're fucking loud. And I love it." He looked up at me as he speared three fingers into me, stretching me quickly with a bite of pain. "Scream my name, Amy. Tell them who owns this pussy."

"Fuck! Nik!" I let my head drop as he ramped up his touch. He drove those long fingers in without mercy. His mouth sucked on my clit when his tongue wasn't lapping at my cream. Over and over, he tormented my sensitive pussy that wanted to swallow him in deeper.

And as he pushed me to come, I screamed. I didn't know what I said, if it was his name or incoherent gibberish, but he seemed to find it lacking.

"Don't be shy," he teased as he crawled up. He pushed my thighs wider apart with his knees as he advanced, and as he wiped my cream off his glistening chin, he stared at me, wide open and needy for him .

I came once already. I still shook and trembled from the waves of bliss. But when he thrust into me hard, giving me that hint of pain and unrestrained urgency to fuck me well and deep, I cried out again.

"More," I said, grabbing his ass and squeezing hard. "Give me more, Nik."

He growled, pounding into me so hard I wondered if I'd bruise. I didn't care. He could do whatever he wanted if it pushed me to break apart like this.

Nothing else mattered but the brutally deep and strong thrusts into my cunt. He drove out all my worries. Thoughts ceased to matter. No memories of the violence remained, and I lost sight of that awful fear of death I'd experienced hours ago.

Nik and I were all that mattered. This soulful connection. Our wicked loving.

"You don't understand, Amy," he got out between gritted teeth.

I moaned at the change of position. He picked up my thigh, then held my ankle to secure my leg higher in the air and off to the side.

"I will burn this fucking world down for you."

I sucked in a quick breath, turned on by his sinister words. As I touched my breasts jiggling from his thrusts, I pinched my nipples. "Yes, Nik."

"If any man ever tries to touch you again, to take what's mine, I will fucking ruin this world. For you."

I cried out at the sweet pain as his dick slid home faster.

"I love you," he repeated, groaning on the tail end of his words.

I came apart, splintered into so many tiny, beautiful pieces. My pussy clenched. Waves of spasms followed. And his dick wedged in deeper to go still. He jerked and twitched, and his hot cum spilled into me as I milked him with hit after hit of pleasure. My body shut down, crashing with euphoria and pleasure. The relief he gave me was sweet and strong, bringing me to cuddle into his strong hold as he lay on the bed.

In his arms, breathing hard, I rested my cheek on his chest.

The thump of his heart beat fiercely and steadily under my ear, and I knew that now, finally, all my dreams had come true.

He was the final piece to them all, and I'd never lose sight of how much of a treasure he was to complete me like this.

In violence and love.

In danger and bliss.