He starts to move, slow and steady, fucking me like I’m a good girl, but at the same time, he looks at me as if I’m his world.
I hope to one day be that for him.
“You were made for me,” he rasps as he fucks me.
I nod my head, unable to actually speak. I’m getting close, and I can feel that he’s almost there, too. He slows his thrusts, as if he’s trying to drag out each one, and it’s magnificent torture.
After we both come, he pulls out gently and then looks between my legs. “Are you sore?” he asks.
“No.”
“Good. I want to go again.”
FORTY-TWO
SOREN
She thinksI was joking about marrying her, but I wasn’t.
Iloveher.
I never thought those words would enter my head about a woman, but I really fucking love her. I never wanted kids, but I meant it when I said Oliver is a good one, and I look forward to getting to know him better. However, if she ever changes her mind and decides she wants more children, I will have kids with her. That’s how deep I’m in.
She’s still snuggled in bed, sound asleep, as I get dressed. She doesn’t open her eyes until I come back into the bedroom, holding a cup of coffee for her. She smiles, sits up, and then takes it from my hand.
I clear my throat, preparing to tell her things I’ve never said to another woman. I’m entrusting her with information that could destroy many people, not just me.
“The Forsaken is made up of members who have some dark past they want hidden, or some darkness they want to explore and not get caught while doing it. That’s why it was formed generations ago,” I explain.
She doesn’t interrupt or ask why I’m telling her this.
“We have members in various businesses, organizations, and civil service positions, but one thing we all have in common is that we have money and influence. Money is a powerful thing, and it grants us the ability to cover up many vices and misdeeds. Namely, the hunt.”
My original plan was only to tell her enough to hopefully satisfy her curiosity. But for some reason, I don’t want to hide things from her. I reach into my back pocket, pull out my phone, and bring up an article about the red-headed man we used as prey in the last hunt.
“You’ve heard of him?” I ask.
She takes my phone and looks at it, skimming the article.
“I wrote this article,” she says. “The things I found out about that man were terrible. He should be buried and never found again.” She hands me back my phone, and I slip it back into my pocket.
“I want to start a life with you. And I know you value honesty. And I have been honest and truthful with you, to an extent.” I pause.
“I want you to be my wife, Cressida. I want you to attend Forsaken events with me. I am their Lord, but I am not a lord without a lady by my side,” I tell her.
“There are some things I can’t tell you about the hunt, though.”
“It’s okay, Soren, I trust you. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to or can’t.”
“But I want to tell you everything. I don’t want you to hide things from me, and I don’t want to hide things from you.”
“I won’t hide anything from you,” she says, and I believe her.
“I killed that man in the hunt,” I confess. “And it felt good.”
She takes a moment to absorb that, then says, “You killed him?” She says the words as if she can’t believe what she heard, as if repeating them back holds more meaning.
“You had an idea of what the hunt is, correct?” I say to her to pull her from her headspace.
