Her throat works on a swallow.
“The truth is I was fucking terrified, Wills.”
My eyes drop to the hand splayed across her stomach above the towel. “I was terrified of two things actually. Scared this isn’t real and losing something I didn’t even know I wanted and scared that it was real and fucking up so badly I lose it anyway.”
“Bast…”
“I’m not a good man, Willow. I don’t claim to be,” I trail the hand up her body, to her delicate throat and then to her jaw, “And bad men don’t get to be happy.”
“What about me?” She whispers. “Don’t I get to be happy?”
“What will make you happy, Red?” My thumb brushes across her plump bottom lip, “Tell me, and I’ll make it happen.”
“You, Bast,” She breathes, “I need you.”
My knees almost give out from beneath me. I feel my whole damn body quake at her response.
“Please don’t shut me out,” She says, “I can’t handleit. I’m fucking scared, Sebastian. Of this, of us, of what’s coming. I don’t know how to do this on my own and it feels like I’m losing you. In every single way.”
“I’m right here,” I vow, “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Kiss me,” She begs, “Kiss me like you used to.”
Fuck. Me.
I grasp her face in my palms and angle her head, giving her exactly what she has asked for. And she is right, I’ve not been here, and it shows in this kiss. In the way my tongue slots between her lips and she eagerly accepts it, moving her own against it. She moans into my mouth, the sound so sweet and I move closer, pressing our bodies together. I pour a thousand apologies into the kiss, giving her every part of me like she’s given me all of her.
The danger of my life will always be there, the constant threat a warning that rings at the back of my head but to deny this, to deny us, I don’t think I would survive.
I can protect her…them.
I can.
Her back hits the wall and she whimpers onto my tongue. Lust moves through me, hot and heavy, my cock reacting to the sound. This is the mother of my child. The woman I’ve always wanted and never let myself have until it got too much, I couldn’t deny it.She is fucking everything. More than the organization. More than my enemies. More than I could ever be.
“Willow,” I growl her name, my mouth trailing a series of hot kisses over her jaw and down her throat. “Tell me I can have you.”
“I’ve always been yours,” She moans.
Her words shoot through me, and I groan, “Fuck, baby, that’s right.”
I move my hands from her face to the knot holding her towel together and tug, pulling it apart. It falls to our feet, leaving her completely bare to me. I lean back a little, getting a good damn look at her perfection, all her curves, the freckles upon her shoulders, the dips and flares of her shape. I let a hand come up to her breast, my thumb teasing over one of her nipples.
“Oh!” She cries out, eyes widening. “That’s sensitive.”
A chuckle sounds from me, “Is that so?”
“Mm,” she stutters, “I don’t know why.”
Hormones, I guess but I’ll be damned if I don’t use that to my advantage.
Bending, I take her nipple between my teeth, nipping before I flick my tongue against it to soothe the sting. Her back bows away from the wall, a long, breathy moan filling the space between us.
“What are you, Red?” I tease my tongue against her nipple.
“Hmm?” She breathes, lost to the pleasure.
“What are you?” I repeat.
