He lifts, his cock hitting the right spot, and my mouth tumbles open. His finger in my ass and his cock filling me up make my head spin.
“Sometimes I just struggle,” I admit. The sadness I feel as I speak has nothing to do with him. I want him to know how much I love him, how much I want to let him in. “But you’re my person, I know you are.”
My hand slides over his bare chest, over his heart. I don’t care how sappy I am.
“I love you,” I say, my mouth tumbling open again when his cock surges inside me.
His fingers wrap in my hair, pulling tight. The fast thrusts are slowly tearing me piece by piece.
“Say that again.”
“I love you, Tris.”
His fingers pinch my clit, and the jolt sends me freefalling. Pleasure is still curling around me when his spine stiffens and he fills my cunt.
He settles back on the pillows, his cock still inside me as I lie on top of him.
His hand hovers over the bandage on my side.
“It’s okay,” I promise. I’m sure Tyler the doctor would totally approve of our strenuous activity.
Playing with my hair, after a while he says in the dark, “This is how it’s going to go, Iz. We’re in this together, always, okay?”
I nod against his chest.
“I love your mind, Isolde. The weird, random things you come up with. But please, for the love of God, the next timean assassin that makes even the Russians shit their pants—fucking tell me.”
That’s fair.
“Iz, I love you.”
My chest sparks. I smile like an idiot.
“We’re going to get married, okay.”
His arms keep me trapped when I try to lift up. He forces me back where I was, his hand running down my spine.
“One day. And we’re moving in together as soon as this shit is over.”
“You always did like coming up with a good plan.”
“Says the woman with a chore chart on her fridge.”
That I may never see again thanks to the Spider.
“Baby?”
I hum.
“Speaking of plans.” He pushes hair off my face. “Want to tell me how you plan on dealing with the Spider?”
CHAPTER 31
Isolde
Fujimori’s is quiet, but only because it’s seven in the morning.
Tristan made me breakfast this morning, and I pretended like we were back at my flat before all this shit happened. I’d told him last night I wanted to come here because I needed him to know. That way I couldn’t back out.
