24. Chapter Twenty-Four Abby

Chapter Twenty-Four: Abby

T he sterile white of the private room was all wrong.

This place…it was so plain, so strange, so alien.

But Nathan? He felt like he always had–like home, like danger, like all the things I was addicted to. He smelled like off-brand soap, not like the expensive cologne I was used to…but he felt the same.

My love. My ruin.

The father of our child.

I clung to him, inhaled him, felt every hard muscle and every old scar. He buried his face in my hair and breathed deep, while I rested my forehead against his chest and gripped his t-shirt like no one could tear me away.

I knew I needed to tell him about the plan, but I didn’t give a damn in that moment.

I just needed to be here with him.

"Abby," he breathed out, his voice a rough whisper against my ear.

I looked up at him and his finger and thumb captured my chin, tilted my face up to his. He kissed me…thrust his tongue past my lips, went to war. In a heartbeat, I went from just wanting to hold him to wanting him inside me, wanting his hands on me. I wanted to touch and taste all the parts of him I’d missed, I wanted to worship him while he worshipped me–

I pressed closer, feeling him hard and ready. He grabbed my hand and brushed butterfly kisses across every knuckle before he slid my hand down his chest, down his hard abs, toward his hardened cock.

I grasped his length through his prisoner’s clothes. We both gasped.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he growled. “I need to fuck you right now.”

“Nathan, we need to talk.”

“I’m not stopping you from talking. I need to fuck you right now,” he said. His hands fell to my hips; his thumbs hooked into the waistband of my leggings; his urgency clawed at the last vestiges of resistance I had left. “It feels like I haven’t been able to come up for air since…”

He kissed me, cutting himself off like he couldn’t help it. I understood; I needed him, too, needed him inside me.

Of course, he didn’t know what we had planned. He thought this might be the only time we had.

He had no idea I was going to break him out.

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Nathan, I…," I started, words failing me. The intensity of his gaze was overwhelming—his eyes were dark, filled with forbidden promise.

And I had missed him so much.

I wanted this as much as he did.

Nathan slid his hand between my legs, finding the plain panties soaked through. Yes, we had business to attend to…but this suddenly felt more important. When his thumb flicked my clit through cotton, sex shot to the top of my priority list.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he said. “Knew you would be. We’re alone?”

“No cameras, but they’re listening,” I gasped. I’d been told to get him ready for the escape, but fuck…

…I could tell him while he was inside me.

I started undressing him, pulled off the prison shirt, exposed the plane of his stomach, his hard pecs, the dragon tattoo I’d traced a thousand times. Nathan was pushing my sweater off my shoulders, reaching for the hem of my shirt. Skin to skin–that was what I needed, to touch him, to know he was safe and warm and alive. I wanted to tell him everything that had happened, curl into him, come up with baby names…

"Listen to me," I whispered, gazing into those brown eyes. He pressed a kiss to my lips, "There's something we need to discuss."

“It can wait,” he growled. I gasped as he moved me, practically tossed me to the bed. He was dragging my panties down, then–

“Nathan!”

His tongue was on my pussy, licking a line from my entrance to my clit. He swirled it around my clit, then began to lap at it, suck at it… fuck , it felt so good.

My brain short circuited. This wasn’t why I was here.

But it was why I was on this planet , so why not?

I reached down to grasp his overgrown black hair, tugging hard on it, rolling my hips against him. My eyes darted down and I found him watching me with those dark eyes, licking at me in time with my thrusting hips. He kept my legs spread with his hands, in command of my body even when he was the prisoner.

“Nathan…” I breathed. “Fuck…yes, yes!”

Fuck, he was so good at this, and I had missed him so much.

A shudder rippled through me, heat pooling between my thighs. A choked gasp escaped my lips and then I was coming–coming without even realizing it, without planning for it, without preparing. I came hard, every thought vanishing.

He was crawling up my body now, kissing every inch he could cover. He pulled my breasts out of my bra, and I hissed out a breath when he sucked hard on one of my nipples. I was sensitive–had been ever since I got pregnant.

“Nathan…” I breathed out again as Nathan boxed me in against the hard mattress. His palms pressed against the blanket on either side of my head, his dark eyes drilling into mine. I hadn’t even gotten a good look at him, but I felt his body now, felt his big, hard cock sliding between my legs.

“Talk to me, Abby,” Nathan murmured against my ear. His voice was a soft caress against my skin—coaxing, soothing. But there was nothing soothing about the way he touched me; that touch set me on fire. I bit back a moan and closed my eyes. He pressed a finger against my clit and my breath hitched.

"Nathan," I gasped, "I need…"

His gaze never left mine. "I know.”

A jolt of desire shot straight through me, pooling in my lower belly. My skin felt too tight, my heart pounded in my chest, my body burned for his touch. It was too much and not enough all at once.

His fingers continued their torturous exploration, driving me to the brink and pulling back just when I thought I could take no more. "Nathan…I need…"

"I know what you need." His voice was a low growl that sent shivers across my skin. He removed his hand from my pussy and brought it to his mouth, tasting me on his fingers.

The sight of him tasting me was enough to send me spiraling over the edge once again. My nails dug into his shoulders as waves of pleasure washed over me, leaving me panting and trembling against him.

He smirked. “You know I’m just getting started, right?” he asked, and then grabbed his cock as he aligned himself with my entrance. The anticipation mixed with the lingering aftershocks of pleasure sent another wave of desire coursing through me.

"Fuck…Nathan," I gasped, biting down on my lower lip to stop from screaming out loud.

A small smirk played at his lips as he pushed inside me, inch by agonizing inch. I dug my nails into his back, the sharp sting of pain swallowed by the overwhelming pleasure that washed over me as he filled me completely. His grip on my waist tightened and he began to move.

"Nathan," I breathed out again, "There's something…"

He silenced me with a hard kiss, stealing my breath and thoughts away. His thrusts became more frantic, his grip on my waist tightening as he moved within me. Every thrust brought a new wave of pleasure, each one more intense than the last.

“Whisper in my ear, petal. I don’t want anyone to overhear anything,” he whispered softly. “But if you say something that might be compromising, I might have to make you moan instead. So be good for me.”

I nodded, desperately trying to form coherent thoughts as he continued his assault on my senses. "Can’t say much,” I managed to gasp out between his ruthless thrusts.

“Then say what you can,” he replied.

"Got a plan," I managed between gasps, my own training kicking in to keep my voice steady despite the whirlwind of sensation he stirred within me. "It's…ambitious."

"Tell me," he demanded, each word punctuated by a hard thrust.

"Working…with Knuckles," I gasped, my breath hitching as Nathan's pace sped up, his thrusts more calculated and forceful. The words were barely a whisper against his ear, lost in the sound of our bodies coming together over and over again.

His body stiffened at the mention of Knuckles. "What about him?" he grunted, not slowing down.

I fought for coherence, lost in pleasure. "Has people…inside. Want you…out…”

Nathan paused, ducked his head against me–dragged his tongue from my collarbone to the shell of my ear.

Fuck .

“Security’s too…” he thrust inside, squeezed his eyes shut as I clenched around him. “…too tight…”

“We can do this,” I said. He thrust hard into me again and I bit back a moan. “Oh god. I need you…”

“I know,” he interrupted. “Need you, too.”

I laughed against his lips as he kissed me, and he drew back as if purely to see my smile. “Not like that,” I whispered. “I need you to do something for me.”

"Fuck, Abby," he growled low, his hand moving to my throat and applying just enough pressure to take away my breath for a moment.

“So you’ll do what I say.”

"Anything," he promised, raw need in his voice. His hand stayed on my throat, squeezing…reminding me of the power games we’d played so often.

“It might be hard.”

"Abby, we are well past hard," he chuckled, voice coarse. "What are you saying?"

"Distraction," I exhaled, nails digging into the muscle of his back, each word heavy with urgency. "Friends waiting in the mess hall…they’ll help start a riot."

"Keep… talking…" His voice was strained. Every thrust brought a gasp from my lips, but I tried to keep focused.

"Whatever it takes," I managed to choke out between moans. "We…we need as much chaos as possible. And when it happens…you follow my lead…okay?"

Nathan paused, gazed at me. “You think this will work?”

"I don't just think," I gasped. "I know it will. It has to…because I’m not leaving you in here."

We stayed like that for a moment, eyes locked, bodies entwined.

Then he was kissing me hard, moving again. The sudden speed sent another orgasm rocketing through me, my toes curling as I clasped my legs around his waist, my fingernails dragging down his spine. It had never felt this good, never felt like we belonged so very, very much. Nathan rode me through it, his body pounding into mine until I was nothing but raw nerve endings and shattered breath.

“I’m going to come inside you,” he wrenched out, voice rough. “I want my cum dripping down your legs when you walk out of here, you understand?”

I nodded, my body still buzzing from the aftershocks of my release. “Yes…yes,” I chanted.

Then I felt it.

He thrust once more and bottomed out inside me, his cock bumping against my walls, my pussy clenching…and he came. He flooded me, filled me, gave me everything he had. His hips twitched as he clutched me to him, pressed kisses to my throat, said my name over and over.

The room fell silent save for our ragged breathing. I knew there was a world outside…that there was a whole ecosystem to this prison.

But the only thing that mattered was us.

We stayed like that, Nathan still inside me, his forehead pressed against mine. His breath was warm on my face and despite everything–the danger, the uncertainty–I couldn't help but feel a sense of calm wash over me.

But reality soon came crashing back as Nathan pulled away from me, a grim look in his eyes.

“When?” he mouthed.

I reached out to touch his face, too, and my lips curled in a knowing smirk. “Now.”

He stared at me for a moment more, like he couldn’t understand what I was telling him…then he laughed, shaking his head. God, I’d missed that laugh–that laugh I’d worked hard to hear for the first time, that laugh I wanted to hear every day for the rest of my life.

He smiled at me. “You’re fucking crazy,” he said. “Okay. I love you.”

"Look who’s talking," I echoed, my own lips curving into a smile. "I love you too."

And maybe this was totally crazy…but it was our only shot.

And I had to make it count.