“I bet you feel so empty,” I tell her. “So wet. So ready for me.”
Her chest heaves, her nipples hard points. I lean forward and bend my head, sucking one into my mouth. She whimpers, then swears.
I smile before my mouth moves to her other breast. By making me wait, she’s also depriving herself.
“I’m so proud of you, baby. I wouldn’t have wanted to leave if I’d seen you first, and he needed to pay. I protect my family, and that’s what you are—my family.”
Carina groans. “Fuck it. Touch me. Fuck me.Now.”
I grin. “Thought you said that wouldn’t work again?”
She turns her head, biting my shoulder. Hard enough to feel, but not enough to break the skin. “Do you want another scar, or do you want to get laid?”
I grip her knees and pull them wider apart, then fist my erection and swipe the head through her soaked slit.
Carina moans my name, tilting her head back. Her eyes flutter closed as she waits for me to enter her.
I only slip in an inch at first, letting more of her slick arousal coat me. I love being coated in her, of getting to feel how badly she wants me.
“More,” she pants. “Please.”
I grip her waist, guiding her lower.
Her breathing quickens the more she takes, cheeks flushed and eyes glossy as she moans, “So good.”
I watch my cock disappear inside of her, her cunt spreading to accommodate my size. Primal lust and possessiveness pump through me. There’s a sense of comfort, too, that I’ve never experienced during sex before. We’re as intimately connected as two people can possibly be.
That is something I will never ever take for granted again, not after hearing Salvatore say, “Carina was taken.”
I give her a moment to adjust once she’s fully seated, angling her hips so her clit rubs against my pelvis. She clenches around me, trying to take me deeper, even though it took a while to wedge this far.
I roll us over, both of us groaning at the friction of adjusting positions, then start to fuck her for real. Her nails dig into my shoulders as I lift her left knee, opening her even wider. Something beside the bed clatters and falls. I kiss her, biting her lower lip. From experience, I know she won’t last long in this position. She can’t control how fast or deep I thrust.
I try a new trick, too, whispering, “Come for me, baby.”
Carina tightens around me, her muscles tensing, then relaxing as her release hits.
I let go as soon as she stops convulsing, filling her cunt with so much cum that it immediately starts to seep out. I pull out, making more of a mess, using my fingers to push it back in.
She watches me do it. “When you asked about kids … I would only want them with you. That’s what I was trying to say.”
I smile. “And do you?”
“I—now’s probably not the best time to …” She bites her bottom lip. “I was so scared, earlier, when you took forever to come back. I’ve never been—I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I would love our kids like that. If anything ever happened to them, I wouldn’t be able to … exist.”
I think of the terror of the past forty-six hours. “I understand.”
“I know you do. And then I think about all of the years I spent hiding, afraid someone would find out who I was, and how I wish I’d learned how to fight sooner. Letting fear win feels wrong.”
“We don’t have to decide right now, Carina.”
“We do,” she says somberly. “In case Salvatore tries to murder you tomorrow.”
I snort. “He likes me now.”
“He might havelikedyou, but he’s a light sleeper, and his room is across the hall, so …”
“He should buy more pillows. You are my wife, Carina. I’ll fuck you whenever you tell me to, no matter who is listening.”
