I reached up to touch the tiny hairs along her hairline. “You’re so beautiful to me. Every bit of you.”
She inhaled sharply. “The scars are ugly.”
My gaze moved to her side, where a bullet had grazed her, and then to her chest and shoulder, where the scar tissue was more extensive. I’d avoided those areas last night because I hadn’t wanted to hurt her or make her uncomfortable. But now, I traced my fingertips as lightly as possible over the healing wounds.
Rage, consuming and dark, took me over for a second.Squeezing my throat and blurring my vision. Because the men who’d done this were still walking free.
“No part of you is ugly,” I said, tamping my anger down. It was just Keira and me right now, and I didn’t want anything else tainting that. “I don’t want to hear you talk that way. Every inch of you is beautiful to me. Including your scars. No other woman comes close.”
She shrugged with a small smile on her lips. “I guess scars are pretty badass.”
I grinned. “Damn right. I’ve got a few myself.”
“Hmm, I should get a better look.”
I twisted and fell back on the mattress, making it bounce, while Keira laughed. She crawled on top of me and started kissing my skin randomly. My oblique, a bicep, my pec. She paused as she eyed the rifle round. But she didn’t ask about it. Not today.
Instead she crawled upward and sucked on my lower lip.
I circled my arms around her to switch our positions. She spread her legs to make room as I stretched over her. My eyes met Keira’s. Held. “Do we need protection?” I asked.
She shook her head.
“Tell me you want me,” I rasped.
“Always. Do you want me?”
I kissed the tip of her nose. “Keira, you’re all I’ve ever wanted.”
That sounded so messed up given how many times I’d put distance between us. Told her no, tried to let her down easy. But this was all I’d wanted. Keira in my arms, skin to skin, knowing she was safe and cared for. Happy, because I’d made her happy.
I wished with every tattered remnant of my soul that we could’ve had this forever.
But at least we had it for a little while, and that would have to be enough.
I guided the tip of my cock to her opening. At the first push, she gasped, and I froze, just barely inside. “You okay?”
“I’m just… It’s been a long time for me, and you’re so… Never been with anyone as big as you. What if it doesn’t fit?”
Smiling, I dropped my head to nuzzle her cheek. “I’ll go slow. I won’t hurt you.”
Holding my upper-body weight on one elbow, I rocked my hips while I caressed her face and body with my other hand. When I was finally all the way inside, the tight grip of her on my cock made me lightheaded. She was shaking. Breathing hard.
“You okay?” I asked.
Her palms were on my chest. Her pulse thrummed at her neck, and she had to feel the way my heart was beating. Beating just for her. And she probably felt the way the vein in my shaft was throbbing inside her too, with every hard thump of my pulse.
“I want you to be rough with me. Make me feel like I’m yours.”
“You’ve always been mine.”
I started to move. She arched into me, sighing, and hooked her ankles behind my waist. With every thrust of my cock into her sweet, perfect body, I was losing a little more of my control. This wasKeira, the woman who meant so much to me, who I would do anything for.Killfor.
I was inside her. We were finally connected, with everything else stripped away.
Sweat gathered on my upper lip, my brow, my chest. I could feel my muscles flexing. Tight, hot pleasure throbbed low in me, building and building. My groans sounded primal.
“Want you to come, Keira. I need to feel you come on my cock.”
