Leaning over her, I hiss, "You're mine," against her soft skin as I withdraw almost completely before driving home once more.
"Yours," she agrees, panting and completely out of breath.
I pump my hips once, twice, three times, and then I'm coming so fucking hard I almost black out. "Fuck, Katya, yes," I hiss.
My cock twitches inside of her for a long time before I finally withdraw, pulling out gently and slowly.
After throwing the condom in the nearby trashcan, we both tumble onto the couch in a tangle of limbs while we try to catch our breath.
Every time I'm with Katya it feels amazing. No — more than amazing. It's like the most incredible thing I've ever experienced. There are no words to describe what I feel when I'm inside of her, fucking her, making her mine.
She cuddles up against my chest, placing soft kisses to my heated skin. We've never really cuddled after sex, but it feels nice to have her in my arms.
I pull her closer to me and place a kiss on the top of her head, inhaling her flowery scent.
We lie there for what feels like forever before I announce, "I better go check on Lucien. It's almost time to change the dressing on his wound."
She nods in agreement, and she's quiet as we get dressed in silence. Leaning down, I place a soft kiss to her lips and tell her, "I'll see you at dinner."
She smiles up at me, and it's a breathtakingly beautiful sight.
It's in that moment that I start to fall a little farther for Katya. She wasn't even on my radar just a few weeks ago. She came completely out of left field. But sometimes love is sneaky like that. Instead of trying to find it, sometimes it finds you.
CHAPTER 29
JACKSON
LUCIEN HAS HAD several days of rehabilitation with a full-time therapist, who has taken up temporary residency on the island. He's walking with only a slight limp with the assistance of a cane, which is more than I could have ever asked for. Hell, the guy should bedeadright now. The fact that he's even alive and breathing is a medical marvel.
With continued extensive therapy and treatment, he might even be able to return to completely normal someday. Well, Lucien's version of normal anyway.
I enter his office after punching in the code, and he's sitting at his computer, scowling at the screen.
I know he's upset that he hasn't found any leads to Adeline's whereabouts. He misses her like crazy. Hell, we all do. She charmed her way into the hearts of all of us.
What started off as a complete misunderstanding — Lucien purchasing Adeline from her ex-fiancé, Giovanni, under false pretenses without her knowledge — slowly morphed into true love.
And now Giovanni has her again. I'm sure of it.
Who knows what the fuck he's doing with her? He could have sold her to someone else…or worse.
I shudder at the thought. That's the kind of shit that keeps me up at night well into the morning hours. And if I'm barely sleeping, I know Lucien isn't getting even a wink of sleep.
"Anything new?" I ask him, my tone dripping with hopefulness.
Shaking his head, Lucien grumbles, "Nothing. Like always."
I go into the bathroom to wash my hands and collect what I need to clean and bandage his shoulder wound. When I reenter his office, I tell him, "Don't worry, Luc. She'll turn up." Then I add softly, "She has to."
I can't envision a world where Adeline doesn't exist. It makes me physically ill to think about it. And even though I love the girl, I don't even love her one-tenth of what Lucien does. I can't even imagine how much pain he's in right now.
I sit down in a chair beside him and gingerly start to unwrap the bandage around his right shoulder. I squirt some saline solution into the wound, and Lucien grits his teeth, closes his eyes and breathes deeply through his nose. I'm sure it's tender, but he's so damn lucky.
Clean in-and-out wounds, fractured clavicle and some soft tissue damage in his shoulder…only minor nerve and tissue damage in his thigh. A millimeter to the right or to the left, and he wouldn't even be here right now.
It could have been worse. So much fucking worse.
"How's your thigh doing?" I ask him.
