Page 171 of To All the Guys I Killed Before

The last thing I hear is Pell’s amused, “Jealous, Quinnie?” before I kick the bedroom door shut, walk straight into the bathroom, and deposit my woman on the ground.

“Strip,” she says.

“On it,” I reply, flipping on the shower with one hand and fisting the back of my shirt with the other to haul it over my head. Rue stops fighting with her bra to watch, her pretty mouth falling open on a whimper. Then she redoubles her efforts, her arms getting briefly tangled in the straps as her breasts bounce free. This, in turn, causes me to almost crack my head open on the stone tiles when I’m staring so hard that my boots get caught on my jeans and I have to hop around until I’m free. When we’re both finally naked, I back her under the hot spray, not stopping until she hits the wall and her nipples go tight from the cold surface at her back and my hard cock at her front.

“I just want to remind you,” she says, arching so those little peaks brush my chest, “that I’m not injured in any way tonight.”

“More grateful for that than I can say.” I bend my knees and thrust upward, coasting my dick over her labia and teasing her clit with the head of my dick. Yes, I’m grateful that she’s safe and whole and in my arms. I’ll never stop being grateful for that, not for one second of the rest of my life. But tonight’s also our first post-kill fuck without a body cooling next to us or bruises blooming on her throat. “I need you so fucking much.”

My fingers replace my cock, and she widens her legs, letting me stroke into her. I drop my head against her neck with a groan when I find her already slippery.

“Yes.” Her nails dig into my shoulders, the pressure tightening when I lift her so she can wrap her legs around my waist. “Yes, Hugo.”

I push her higher up the tiles, the scalding water pounding against my back and the steam curling around us both as I hold her there, suspended above me, trapped by my hands at her hips and the wall at her back.

“Please.” She whines and tilts her hips forward. “Please fill me up. Pl⁠—”

Without warning, I yank her down on my dick, spearing into her with one rough motion that tears a cry from her throat and a ragged groan from mine. It’s almost otherworldly, plunging into her cunt, feeling her stretching around me, and I stay exactly like that, buried inside her, adjusting to her body, letting her body adjust to me, until I notice she’s not moving.

“Fuck,” I say once I can manage words, searching her beautiful face for signs of pain. “Was that too fast? Are you oka⁠—”

She fists her hand into my hair and growls, “Again.”

My cock pulses at the ferocity in her eyes.

“You need me, love?” I ask, lifting her up so my cock drags out of her with deliberate slowness, savoring every inch of her hot pussy as I leave it. “You need it hard and rough from me?”

“I do,” she whimpers, her nails biting into my shoulders. “Hugo, I do.”

“My murder wife.” I slam her back down onto me, and her eyes flutter shut. “I do, too.”

“Yes. Again.”

“Gladly.” I lift her up and jerk her back onto me again. “Gratefully.” And again. “Forever, Rue. I want this forever.”

“Forever,” she gasps back, dropping a hand to her clit, circling it, arrowing her fingers around my cock as I hold her in place and work my hips to thrust into her over and over until I feel her start to tighten.

“Not yet.” I pull back to tease her entrance with the tip of my cock. “Don’t come yet.”

“I… I can’t…” Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes fever-bright.

“You can.” I push into her slowly. “Don’t come until I tell you.”

I pinch her nipple to add to the demands on her body, torturing her with sensation until she’s a panting mess, rocking against me when I’m buried to the hilt yet again.

“Not fucking yet,” I say, loving her fight to hold off her orgasm while my own pleasure races down my spine.

Between one heartbeat and the next, her hazy eyes sharpen with a look that tightens my balls and sends my pulse galloping.

“Baby,” I gasp out. “What are yo⁠—”

She flashes me a wicked smile as she wraps her arms around my neck and tightens those strong fucking legs around my waist, pulling me so tightly against her that we’re thrusting and grinding and moving as one while she tells me with her body and eventually her words that she wants me to stay, that she wants forever, that she’ll never let me go.

“Come,” I bite out when it’s all too much, the pleasure and the love. “Now, Rue.”

She lets go with a soft cry, her cunt clenching my dick, forcing me to follow her over the edge and into shimmery bliss.

I slowly flicker back to reality and find us wrapped around each other on the tile floor, water flowing over our relaxed, sated bodies. When I finally summon the strength, I lift my head to grin at her.