“That’s it, love,” I murmur, fighting my vision from going black. “You’re doing so well…”
“Wolf? Wolf, please…” Although her sobbing intensifies, I can barely hear it. “Please!”
Her voice is fading.
Her face, too.
I’m not dying. But I don’t have the strength to tell her that.
***
I wake up to the sound of embers cracking in the fireplace. Even with my eyes closed, I can see the lights flashing against my lashes.
Something warm and soft covers my leg and side. I breathe in, and I know it’s her. So I don’t open my eyes just yet. Instead, I pull on my wounded shoulder so I can bring my arm over her body. She feels so small, so fragile. Has she been eating at all?Guilt punches me in the gut. She’s still my wife, and I didn’t take care of her. Regardless of everything, Ialwaystake care of her.
“Wolf?” she murmurs below me, her delicate hand brushing my naked abdomen.
Christ. My cock lengthens just at the sound of her voice.
Finally, I open my eyes, the dark room basking in a deep orange glow. We’re in the living room, on our side of the house, lying on a divan sofa. Everyone else is gone. I don’t have to look to see that my shoulder is wrapped up in bandages—tight and clean, as if a doctor eventually came in.
“Are you alright?” I ask her, my voice thick, groggy.
She lets out a long, heavy breath, burying her face in the crook of my neck.
“You got shot… you fainted… and you’re asking me if I’m alright?”
I caress her head. “This isn’t my first rodeo. But it was for you.”
“Wolf… you scared the hell out of me. I thought…”
“I didn’t. I won’t. You were the one who told me I have the devil’s luck.”
I can feel her lips stretching into a smile against my skin. And my whole body tells me to put my mouth to it. I want to see herface light up with that smile, reminding me of the days we were happy. Of the days we were still us.
Grunting from the pain of my stupid fucking wound, I pull her face up by her chin, her big, teary eyes meeting mine. They glance down at my lips. She doesn’t think she’s allowed to kiss me. But I’m already hers, and she knows that. She ruined me, and I’m still here, craving her taste in my mouth.
I lean down, pressing my lips to hers.
She whimpers, and before I get to kiss her sweet tongue, she pulls back.
“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” she whispers, her breath warm on my face.
I bring her closer to me again. My shoulder pounds with pain, but I don’t give a fuck. I kiss her more, snaking my hand between her legs, feeling them part for me like they always do. Pulling her panties to the side, my fingertips touch pussy. She’s slick, plump. Warm. Begging to be licked and fucked.
“Why did you do it, Victoria? Why did you go to her instead of trusting me?”
She shakes her head, swallowing. “I was scared, confused. And she was there for me when I thought I had no one. And Sasha sent me that video and… and… he always taught me to believe my own eyes. To not let myself get swayed easily. I guess I really fucking suck at that.” She sniffs. “I just need you to know that if Sasha hadn’t confirmed what she told me, I would never havebelieved Ekaterina alone.” Her palms touch my chest, covering my heart. “I was wrong not to trust you, regardless. You are a good man, Wolfgang… and you have done so much for me that I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness. But I can’t live without you, so I’ll ask for it anyway.”
Her breathy words flow between us. I press my fingers to her slit and she calls out my name, shifting so she can make room for me to rub her cunt. I draw circles on her small clit, applying just enough pressure to make her arch for more. Then I let my fingers slide down, until her flesh buries me inside. In that place I long for, even when she’s out of sight.
Her moans sink me deeper, slowly, until my knuckle disappears into her heat.
I stay there for a moment, unmoving. Enjoying the silky feel of her on my hands.
“I miss you.” She tells me that while I’m inside her, as if it’s as normal as breathing air.Christ. The action gets me harder, making a mess of my mind and pulling at my mental restraints until they unshackle. She missed me… and I’m fucking dying every day without her.
“You haven’t been riding. Alaska whines for you all the time, and you’re not there. Why is that, love?”
