Then I settle between her now parted legs.
My tongue flicks against her clit until she moans with desire.
“You like that?” I say against her wet flesh.
“Yes,” she moans as she thrust her hips up. “Don’t stop.”
I continue my ministrations, driving her insane with want.
“So close. Inside me, please,” she pleads.
I pull back, giving us both what we want.
Making quick work, I free my cock from my pants, and then I crawl back up her body.
Victoria parts her thighs and line my cock with her core.
Slowly, I thrust inside her. The feeling is sublime. She feels like heaven.
It feels like I’m coming home.
Time ceases to exist as I move inside of her.
I never want this moment to end.
If I could live here, buried deep within Victoria I would.
We aren’t fucking. It’s so much more. And it’s exactly what we both need as we cling to each. Victoria’s body trembling beneath me, her back arching up as she chase her release.
I thrust Once. Twice. And on the third time, I follow her over the edge.
Later, with her curled against me, I stare at the ceiling and make myself a promise.
No mercy. No half measures.
If this world wants to take her from me—
I will end it first.
65
Lorenzo
Four months later. . .
Time passes slowly.
Not every moment is tense . . . or at least to be present when I’m home, but outside the walls of this house it is. For me, at least.
Victoria pretends everything is normal.
But it’s not.
It feels like we are constantly holding our breaths, no matter how much I insulate my wife from the danger she is currently in.
Victoria has settled into our estate. She smiles and tries to be a good sport, but I know her too well. I know the exact pitch of her voice and the facial expressions she makes when she’s pretending she isn’t afraid.
Grant’s last gift . . . the hit on Victoria’s life hovers over us at all times.
