“Fuck.” I slam my hips flush against hers, my cock pulsing violently, filling her with hot ropes of cum. “Fuuuck.”
Several minutes later, my head falls forward, and I press my face into the side of her neck, kissing her sweat-slicked skin as my cock begins softening inside her. “God, you’re so beautiful. A wonderful little angel, all for me.”
My cock tries to slip out of her, but I shove my hips forward, ensuring my entire length stays firmly seated in its home. Pressing up slightly, my eyes roam over Grace’s face, raking in every inch of her stunning, flushed face.
I drag my hand down to her stomach, imagining it swelling with my seed, and at the mere thought, my cock twitches, coming back to life.
Grace’s eyes widen, her swollen lips parting in shock. “Are you…?”
“Always hard for you?Yes.” Gripping her hips, I roll to my back, taking her with me so she ends up straddling my hips. She rocks back, letting out a heated gasp as she feels my cock growing inside her, pressing deeper than it’s ever been before.
“I’m yours to use,” I say, my voice hoarse. “So use me.”
Grace presses her hands against my chest, using me for support as she rocks her hips, fucking her pretty, dripping pussy with my cock. “That’s it,” I rasp, fingers digging into her hips, right above the tattoo branding her as mine. “Fuck, you feel amazing. So fucking made for me.”
She moves faster, and I reach down, teasing her clit just the way she likes. With my other hand, I reach up to her breast, pinching her nipple roughly, making her cry out in bliss. Her hips rock once, twice more, and Grace’s walls clench around me, her head falling back as she comes with a shattered scream.
I thrust upward, shoving my cock to the back of her walls as I follow her into oblivion, the corners of my vision darkening as I come deep inside Grace’s womb.
“Fuck,”I groan, my body rippling in the aftermath. “Fuck.You take my come so well, sweet girl. So beautifully. So perfectly.”
Spent and dripping with my seed, Grace slumps off my cock with a wet pop, falling sideways onto the mattress next to me. I reach out, pulling her impossibly closer, and she snuggles deep against my side, humming a beautiful, satisfied note.
I brush my fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp and playing with the silky dark strands—reveling in her beauty, the gift she’s given me.
“I love you, Grace,” I say. “I love you, and I always,alwayswill.”
She hums, pressing a tender kiss to my chest. Just before she drifts off to sleep, I swear she mumbles it back, but before I can check, her eyes close, and Grace falls into a deep slumber.
I’d like nothing more than to lie here all night with Grace in my arms. As much as I want to stay right where we are, we’re not safe here. Before I relax, before I let myself enjoy Grace fully, there’s still something I have to do. Something to make sure no one takes my angel away from me ever again.
I lie in bed for at least a half hour, listening to Grace’s breathing, ensuring she’s sound asleep before I extract my body from her side. Once out of bed, I move to the corner where I stashed my duffel bag, pulling out a thick strand of rope before going back to Grace’s side. Carefully, gently, I begin binding Grace’s ankles and wrists, ensuring it's tight enough to hold her but not enough so it’ll injure her sensitive skin.
Once she’s tied, I lay a blanket over her body and carefully pick her off the bed, holding her limp body tight to my chest. After checking that she’s still asleep, I carry her out of the apartment and downstairs to where my van is waiting.
I place her in the front seat, strapping her in tight so she’ll be safe on the drive. Satisfied with my work, I lean down, peppering Grace’s face with kisses to wake her.
After a couple of seconds, her eyes open, and a sleepy little smile plays at the corner of her mouth. At least, it is until she notices the restraints.
“What’s going on? What are you doing, Seven?”
I just grin. “Taking you somewhere no one can ever pull us apart. Ever. Again.”
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
GRACE
I sitin the passenger seat, staring hard at Seven’s profile. My hands and feet are still bound, but that’s not the most pressing thing on my mind. I still have no idea where the hell he’s taking me.
I’ve tried asking him, but all he said was, “Mystery keeps the relationship alive,” and he turned the radio up. Itwastuned to my favorite song, though, so I couldn't bethatmad about it.
“Are we almost there?” I ask. “My butt hurts.”
We’ve been driving through the wilderness for what seems like an hour. The terrain has been so rough and bumpy, I’m surprised the wheels on the van haven’t fallen off. Though I have a feeling Seven would keep going even if they did.
“Almost,” he promises. “Just a little longer, angel.”
We sit in comfortable silence, and four songs later, Seven stops the van. I look out the window, noting that we’re in a clearing in the woods. We’re parked in front of a one-story cabin-style house, and though it’s in the middle of nowhere, it seems to have been renovated quite recently. The perimeter of the house is ringed with bright yellow roses—my favorite—and tears well in my eyes.
