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I bury myself inside her and grind against her sex, rubbing her swollen little nub with the base of my cock. She pants my name, each thrust of my hips making her moan. Then her breath catches, and she cries out once more, her body bowing as she comes, her inner muscles clenching hard around me.
And then, no force on earth can hold me back. I drive into her hard, words spilling from my lips in an incoherent stream. She’s so sweet, so tight. Being inside her is heaven. With one final thrust, I hold her down on me as my release boils from my balls and up my shaft.
“Jesus. Oh, fuck, Amalie,” I roar, coming so hard that it’s almost painful. Stars dance in my vision as I spill inside her, chest heaving, muscles locked in ecstasy.
Amalie collapses against me, breathing hard, her head on my shoulder as our hearts thrum. I stroke her back and press soft kisses against her hair, her temple, her nose. She raises her head and meets my gaze, her eyes soft and sated. Strands of damp hair cling to her flushed cheeks as she leans forward to kiss me, her lips cherishing mine.
I fall onto my back, cradling her against me, feeling a peace I’ve never known.
“That was beyond anything I expected. Thank you,” Amalie whispers, kissing my chest.
“I should be thanking you, sweetheart. I’ve never experienced anything like what we just shared.”
She tilts her head back to look at me with sleepy eyes. “You haven’t?”
I sift my fingers through her hair. “No, because I’ve never been in love before. Changes everything.”
Amalie yawns. “You’re mine now.”
“All yours, sweet girl.” I kiss her forehead. “Take a nap. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
We both end up taking a nap, curled in each other’s arms. When we wake, Amalie is ravenous. I grab a selection of cold meats and cheese from the fridge, together with some fresh bread, and carry it to the bedroom on a tray. As we eat in bed, I can’t keep my gaze off her, the play of emotions on her beautiful face, rosy cheeks, and wide smile.
After we’ve eaten, I run a bath and we bathed together. I wash her hair, caressing her scalp, watching her eyes drift shut, her long lashes fanning her cheeks. I soap her breasts, massing them and tweaking her nipples.
Amalie moans, and then her mouth is on mine. Her kiss isn’t tentative; it’s filled with need and want as her tongue clashes and curls with mine.
Helping her from the tub, I back her against the wall. Her legs wrap around my waist, and then I’m inside her, driving hard, filling her with sure, slick strokes. My mouth catches her cries as my strong thrusts bring her to a quick and shattering release. I’m seconds behind, biting her neck as I spill inside her with a ragged groan.
“Always so fucking hard around you, wife. I think I set a record today,” I huff against her neck, still pinning her to the wall.
Amalie grins. “Okay, lightweight. I’ll give you a little break.”
I laugh, the first carefree laugh I can remember in a long time. My fingers find her ribs, and I tickle her. “You’ll pay for that later, minx.”
My wife squeals with laughter. “Promises, promises.”
Chapter Twelve
Lucas
In the early hours of the morning, when everything seems to be shades of purple through the window, I hold the woman I became obsessed with the moment I set eyes on her captivating face. Amalie breathes softly, with cute little snuffles every now and then, making me smile.
I have it all now. I know, deep down, that this is forever because I'll work my ass off to make sure of it. I love being a deputy and protecting my town, but now I have a new priority. My wife.
An unusual noise outside the house grabs my attention. My muscles tense as I strain to hear if there's anything else. I ease away from Amalie, reaching for my service weapon with one hand and my radio with the other.
“Base One, this is two-oh-six, come back, please,” I say, keeping my voice low as I peer through the edge of the curtains at the window. I can't see anything, but my instincts are on high alert, telling me something’s wrong.
“Two-oh-six, this is Base One. Receiving,” Katherine, the operator at the sheriff's office, responds with equal quiet. She's been at the sheriff’s office for almost twenty years and is good at her job.
“Please send a unit to my house. Something's not right, over.”
“Copy that, two-oh-six. We're dispatching a unit to your location. Remain on standby and keep us updated on any developments, over,” Katherine replies, her voice filled with concern.
I nod to myself, my grip on my weapon tightening as I continue to scan the surroundings. The quiet seems eerie, unnatural, wrapped in an air of anticipation. This is personal. Someone is deliberately targeting me. Or my wife. This is the blowback I’ve been waiting for since Amalie told me about her father.
Grabbing my phone, I send a message to Jace. We planned for this eventuality, but I’d be lying if I said whoever is on my property hasn’t caught me unaware. I mentally curse myself for my lapse. I was so lost in my wife that I didn’t make my usual checks. I squash the guilt. No time for it now. I need to focus on the situation and keeping her safe.
