When she lifted her head, I saw the sheen of tears in her eyes and my gut clenched.
“I want to wear your ring, take your last name and show the public our love.” She blinked and fresh tears streamed down her cheeks. “I want to run my businesses and be welcome at my family dinners. I want to have your babies and raise them with love, acceptance and the freedom to be who and whatever they want to be. But I don’t know how.” Her voice cracked on that last word. “I don’t know how to be a Donovan and the queen of this criminal world you secretly still reign over.”
“Then just be my wife.” I didn’t give a damn about last names or titles in this moment. All there was, all there would ever be for me, was her.
I crossed to the bed, placed my hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her back. “Just be my wife, baby,” I whispered as I covered her body with mine and crashed my lips down over hers.
CHAPTER 4
DAKOTA
A moan escaped his mouth seconds before his big hands came down over my bare ass cheeks. If I wasn’t already awake and contemplating all the ways in which my life had changed, I would’ve been now as the delicious sting of contact trickled through my body.
“I fuckin’ love this ass,” he crooned, seconds before dropping his hands on me again. The loud clapping sound echoed throughout the room.
My whimpers were like background noise as I lay on my stomach, half my face still pressed into the pillow. I’d felt him shift behind me moments ago. Hoping he was just getting up for a bathroom visit, I’d kept my eyes closed tightly, my body still as if deep in slumber. He hadn’t believed me … more likely, he hadn’t cared.
While Fabian loved me and gave me more leeway than I believed he ever would anyone besides his siblings, he was still a man who got what he wanted. And when he wanted me … shit, he got that too.
We were naked. After a more formal greeting of him filling me with every inch of his dick, while he kissed me until I had amnesia about why us being together was problematic, we’d showered and ended up back in this bed. He preferred we sleep naked, skin-to-skin or soul-to-soul as he called it. And I acquiesced, as I often did when it was just me and him. My body was his. My heart was his. In this bed, or whichever one we occupied, I could never deny nor ignore those truths.
The sheet had been hanging somewhere near my waist, so it was no wonder he’d been able to easily push it away. Now, he was on his knees, his hands easing my cheeks apart. Then his face and tongue were there, creating a moist path down my crease. He didn’t miss a spot, didn’t come up for air, just continued with wet open-mouth kisses until his tongue slipped into my center.
“Shit,” I panted, lifted my hips and spread my legs to give him more access.Completeaccess.
His fingers gripped my ass hard, his tongue thrust in and out, creating more slickness than was already there simply because of his proximity. The sound of him feasting on me was intoxicating. The thought of never having this type of wake-up call again was inconceivable.
My fingers gripped the pillow as I shifted to rest my forehead there. “Shit. Shit. Shit. You feel so fuckin’ good.”
And he did. Every part of him that he so graciously gave to me felt good. His dick, his touch, his tongue. I swear this man was meant for me. He knew exactly what to do and when to make me forget all my worries, to believe that the best, most perfect place in this world was with him.
“Always, my love,” he whispered over my tender flesh.
I moaned, closed my eyes tight and let that word resonate.Love.I was his love. He’d told me so on more occasions than I could count. Not only that, but he’d also shown me—as muchas he could while keeping the secret I imposed on us—whatever he thought I needed. And some things that he just wanted me to have like the BMW x5 parked in my garage at home. Or services he thought would make my life easier like the house manager he hired who took care of everything from arranging the cleaning and laundry service to meeting with me weekly to schedule meals and anything else around the house that needed to be done.
“You’re always so wet and ready for me,” he whispered before swiping his tongue over my lower lips, then sucking on each.
My thighs trembled; breath heaved. “Always, for you.” I couldn’t get my words straight, couldn’t put the right thoughts together. There was so much more I wanted to say, more we needed to talk about. I just couldn’t think beyond the sensations and emotions assailing me.
Everything about being with Fabian was intense and visceral in a way I’d never experienced before. Had been since day one. Or day five, since that’s exactly how many days had passed from that first meeting to the first time I allowed him inside of me.
“Then stop running from me.” His tone was rough and commanding as he pulled his mouth away, replacing it with two fingers he dipped deep inside of me.
“Uhhhhhh,” I cried out, and he looped an arm around my waist.
“C’mere,” he groaned, yanking me up onto my knees. His fingers thrusting in and out of me in a fervent pattern that stole my breath.
On my knees now, my ass pressed against his groin, he moved his free hand up to squeeze my breast. I planted my palms on the mattress to assume one of his favorite positions. Mine too, if I were being brutally honest. There was no doubt I enjoyed every second of the sex life Fabian and I had curated to our very special needs, but there were certain positions that justdid it for me on every single level. Like this one. Especially when he did just as he was doing now, moving his hand to my neck, grabbing it tight and pulling me up until his mouth was at my ear.
“I told you I would always come for you, didn’t I?” He bit my earlobe after muttering the question.
“Yes,” I gasped as he hooked his fingers inside of me once more, hitting that spot that left my thighs trembling. “Yessss!”
“Then why the fuck did you think you could ditch security and bring your pretty ass to another state?”
He worked his fingers faster, pulling them out, then adding a third as he thrust them back in again. I unapologetically dripped all over him, my pussy clenching around his fingers, ass circling against his deliciously hard dick.
His mouth closed around my earlobe, sucking it as he tightened his grip on my neck. “Answer me!”
