She cries and keens and I’ve heard nothing like it. She’s my entire world.
“I want you to have my baby.” Coming has just taken on a whole new level of significance. She’s mine. I’m never letting her go. She wants babies? I’m happy to oblige. I’m entirely too delighted to make her pregnant. “And be my wife.”
“Husband.”
That word triggers a fresh wave of possessive desire, and her on my lap isn’t enough ownership. I tip her up, and we fall, me on top and over her, and Lily wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, as I lose control.
I rut her into the mattress.
“My wife. You’re going to be my wife.” I pound into her, burying my face in her throat as pleasure takes over.
“I love you. I love you.” I keep telling her that, repeating the words, as I come in shuddering waves of ecstasy that I can’t stop and wouldn’t want to. The tip of my cock is right up against her womb and through the haze I think of how I’m giving her my seed.
I’m breeding her.
I’m torn apart by this orgasm. I pulse again and again into Lily, filling her up just as I promised, painting her insides with spurt after spurt. I’m shaking and destroyed. I’ve given her everything in me. I’m an empty, broken shell.
I’m hers.
I collapse, face pressed into the pillows, her sweet body underneath me, taking all of me.
“Oh god, Kane. You feel so good.”
It takes me a second to realise why she sounds a bit odd.
Because I’m squashing the life out of the one person who means the most to me in the world. But when I go to roll us, she makes a sound of complaint.
That gets ignored, and I end up on my back, chest still heaving from the intensity, and Lily held to me with both arms. I cannot let her go. I lower my face to the top of her head and breathe in her scent.
I’m an addict.
“I want to keep you forever, angel. I’ll always be wanting you, fucking you, caring for you, and obsessive over your beautiful body when you’re a hundred. When you’re bones and dust Iwon’t be able to be without you. I’ll defy death. My ghost will find you. I’ll embrace your corpse and tie down your soul to mine.”
If she finds that insane, she doesn’t let on. She snuggles into me, her hand finding my upper arm and gripping it. “I’ll leave signposts to help. I’ll take my phone.”
I laugh, delighted. I let go enough to knit my fingers into her hair and pull back. She whimpers and lifts her head. Our eyes meet.
“You’re as unhinged as I am.”
She grins back at me, wide and genuine and love spilling out. Not a demand this time, not a trade of difficult truths with the threat of my taking the orgasm I want her to have. This is sweet honesty. Given freely. “I’m yours.”
Hugging her even closer, I murmur, “My fallen angel.”
14
LILY
One month later
“You’re not serious?” I look around at the huge bookshop. There are shelves floor to ceiling, complete with ladders, and rows and rows of bookshelves in aisles down the middle. Signs indicate the topics and genres. And there is a massive romance section, with fantasy romance, romcom, mafia, historical, and American small town, amongst a ton of others.
Kane raises his eyebrows. “You don’t think one minute is enough? Fine. We’ll compromise. Two minutes.”
“Kane!”
“What? Not that. Get your mind out of the gutter, angel. We’ll dothatfor as long as you like.”
My cheeks heat and I glance around to see if anyone has overheard. But it’s quiet, and the other browsers are mainly absorbed in the books.
