Wrapping her arms around me, she holds me tight as her legs do the very same. As one of her hands slides through my wet strands, her breath tickles my ear as it shakes. “I love you, Warden.Liam.”
She’s making itveryhard not to come.
Cursing under my breath, I start to move. With her words ringing on repeat in my head, my stomach clenches and aches as her pussy sucks me in. With every withdrawal, there’s a soft, clinging resistance, as if she’s reluctant to let me go. And with every plunge back in, it’s a molten, velvet grasp, perfect and punishing.
“Again,” I demand, my voice demanding as I pant. “Say it again.”
“I love you,” she gasps, and digs her nails into my skin to hold on. She meets every thrust, her body arching as she takes every swollen inch I have to give. She tries to say something else, but it’s made impossible by my movement. Turning into breathy sounds, her slick walls begin twitching all over again.
Dragging me to her mouth, like she can’t get enough of how much contact already shared between us, her moans vibrate my teeth as my thrusts grow quicker, losing rhythm. I feel the curve of her lips. She may not be able to talk, but she’s still happy to show her happiness.
Squeezing her hips, I try to thrust impossibly deeper. Her juices are already completely coating me, but I want more. I always want more.
Panting, my head swirls, and I’m choking back a curse when she clamps down around me. While she’s pulling back to sob out her second orgasm, I’m chasing my own orgasm. Moving in a blur, using the wet sounds of our bodies meeting, the friction and suction are my downfall.
Burying myself deep, my body stiffens and jerks as my release crashes down on me hard. Cursing and groaning, I don’t miss the way Leah uses her feet to keep me right there, flooding her with every drop I have to give. For her, I have too much.
This is unreal. I’d pinch myself to see if I was dreaming, but I can’t. Not while we’re wrapped up like this with each other. Theway my heart is crashing around in my chest, I find it hard to believe I could fake this.
If only I made this a little more romantic. Fucking her on a sink isn’t exactly what I had in mind any time I thought about making love to her. Next time, I’ll get her some rose petals. Play music or something. I don’t know, but I’ll make it more memorable.
Pulling back, I’m relieved to see there isn’t an ounce of disappointment on her face. Rather, she looks pretty pleased, actually.
A lazy, sated smile touches my lips as the world seeps back in. Hers mirrors it, beautiful and soft. This peace is everything.
Then her gaze drifts down. Her smile dies. “Your stomach,” she breathes, her hand reaching out to touch my stitches. Of course, I’m starting to bleed. Her eyes go wide with that familiar, frantic worry.
Even as my softening cock still rests within her, she shifts, her fingers probing the wound.
I catch her wrist gently, stilling her. Bringing her palm to my mouth, I press a soft, lingering kiss to the center. Her pulse is racing. I meet her terrified eyes, and my smile returns, easy and sure. “I’m going to be just fine.”
I mean it. Now that I’ve got the woman of my dreams to call my own, I’ll be alright for the rest of my days.
Even if it takes years to convince her, decades even, I’m going to enjoy every second of it.
9
Leah
Epilogue
Killer looks like he’s about to pass out, and I’ve only hit the halfway point of his stitches. For a guy who got that kind of nickname, he’s going pretty pale at the sight of blood.
I bet Ripper gave him the name. He’s got a thing for handing out ironic ones for the members who stand out.
“The next time you need something cut, you’re going to use a proper tool, aren’t you?” Talking to him like he’s a kid, like I do with all of these reckless grown men, I pull up to tighten the thread. “You’re not going to use your pocket knife and risk tetanus because of a silly mistake.”
Next to us, on the table, is the tool that almost took his thumb. The handle is stained brown. Not from rust, but old blood dried to the surface. He grimaces at the sight.
“I’ll try.” Soft spoken, he follows up by thanking me.
It’s really hard to scold him when he looks like a puppy about to shed a tear.
“Keep some super glue on hand next time. That way you don’t have to wait for me to rush over here, alright?” Trying to sound a little nicer, I finish the last two stitches. “You’ll make it. Just keep it clean, and everything should be fine. Take the usual pain killers if it hurts.”
“Thanks, Doc.” Curling his thumb, he winces. Getting up, he pockets his knife and drifts off, thankfully not running into anything as he takes in his wound.
Sighing softly as I peel off my gloves, I work on cleaning up my station. Just as I’m tucking away the bandages, I hear a familiar cry behind me. A very frustrated one.
