It was uncontrolled.
Wild.
My cock hardened to the point of being fucking painful. I’d never felt this way about a woman before. Never had my cock felt like it would tear through my skin just to connect with her body.
This woman owned me.
Eyes.
Heart.
Soul.
Body.
In an explosion of light, just like I’d seen the day I’d found her, she wrapped her arms around my neck, almost desperate to bring her body as close to mine as possible.
She knew.
She was acting out my own needs as they ripped through her.
Everything in life we shared.
Ours.
A breath escaped my mouth when her warm hand touched my neck. The whip had hit me all along my back, up to the tip of my neck. I hadn’t felt it before. I felt it when she touched me out of something other than malice.
Something greater than love.
In that moment, healing.
The kind of healing that goes down to the soul.
She noticed, trying to pull away, trying to see why. I refused to allow it. Her skin next to mine felt like air, and I swore if I couldn’t be inside of her,my home, I would die.
I picked her up and carried her inside.
Chapter 30
Sistine
My husband set me down in our old bathroom. Before he could start to do things for me, I stopped him by setting the quilt down on the counter.
This was all I had to do.
His eyes took me in from head to toes, roaming back up to my breasts, my nipples hard from the cold. Soon enough, I wondered if they would not be. His stare felt like the sun on my body. If he had not been covered in blood, his eyes wilder than I had ever seen them, I would have grinned at the way he stopped at the sight of a naked woman.
His naked woman.
“Let me do all of this for you,” I whispered. A tightness was in the pit of my stomach, and I knew it was only going to grow with the intense passion he was about to touch me with.
He had been fighting.
He had killed in my honor.
He was more turned on than I had ever seen him. He had to express it, or he might die, as he told me. Being inside of me would relieve him of it.I went to wave my hand, encompassinglet me do this for you,meaning whatever I felt he needed from me, such as starting the shower, grabbing clean clothes for him,simply taking care of his needs,but he took both of my wrists and hauled me into the shower with him.
My back hit the wall, and my breaths were coming out in pants. He was a rush. A rush of everything any risk seeker seeks to find. He was almost…too much.
