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“For how long?” she whimpered. “I can’t… I don’t think I’ll survive it if you die twice.”
I gulped down the emotions that threatened to spill out and brought my lips against her hair. At that moment, it didn’t matter what she did or didn’t do. I wanted to promise her things I couldn’t give her. I wanted to tell her I would live forever… as long as she’d have me.
“I’m here,” I said again.
She wrapped her fingers up in my shirt and pulled me closer, dragging my lips to hers. I thought I could resist, but it was a lie. The minute I felt her against me, I groaned, my need for her ripping through me like a bullet.
“Please.” Her palm found the hard bulge of my cock through my jeans, and I bucked against her.
“Christ,” I shuddered. “I can’t, Gypsy. I can’t.”
I said this even as I tore at her shirt. My shirt. It came up over her head, and that was the only thing she was wearing.
“Fuck.” I drew a hand over my face and tried to block it out. The image of her naked and wanting, swollen with my child and wet between her thighs. It was the most inviting she’d ever looked, and I couldn’t find the words to deny her. Gypsy unzipped my jeans and grazed my dick through the briefs I was wearing, and it was all over.
“No.” I grabbed her hand in mine, and she blinked at me. “Inside you.”
It was the only thing I could manage to get out before she pinned me on my back and climbed on top of me. I hadn’t let a woman get on top of me since before I went to prison, and I couldn’t imagine that I was going to like it now. But seeing her in the early light of morning, her curves silhouetted by the shadows in the room, I didn’t have any further protests. She was the most beautiful temptress I’d ever known, and even I couldn’t resist her now.
She pulled my briefs down and tucked them under my balls, my dick saluting her as she took it in her hand and rubbed the head against her pussy. My eyes fell shut and struggled to open again as I felt her sink down on top of me with a contented sigh. She moved against me, more animal than woman, desperate to get off on my cock.
I didn’t help her. I just watched as she abused the hard flesh, jamming it and out of her wet cunt as though her life depended on it. Her boobs were huge, and I ached to touch them, but I couldn’t give myself permission until she hauled my hands up to cup them.
“Play with me,” she whispered. “Please, Lucian.”
My cock contracted inside her at those desperate, throaty words, and I stroked her nipples beneath my thumbs, watching her eyes roll back in her head.
“Oh, God,” she whined. “Oh God, I need you so much, Lucian. Don’t ever leave me again.”
Her words were punctuated by convulsions that milked my dick, and when she squeezed my hips between her thighs, I couldn’t hold back. Hot jets of come flooded her, filling her with what felt like a decade’s worth of unspent energy.
She collapsed onto her side, still clinging to my body. Our legs were wrapped together, her fingers curled around my biceps. She didn’t want to let go.
I didn’t either.
“Don’t leave me.” Her forehead came to rest against my beating heart. “Please don’t leave me.”
I WOKE TO THE SOUND of birds chirping and fear ripped the breath from my lungs when I realized the bed beside me was empty. My eyes moved around the room, desperate for any signs that it was real. When I found Lucian’s shoes near the door, my heart calmed. I heard the shower running in the master bathroom, and I knew it was him. He was alive, and I hadn’t dreamed it.
I didn’t know how long it would take for that fear to go away, but until he gave me the answers I needed, it never would.
I wrapped myself up in the bed sheet and padded to the bathroom. Steam billowed from the open shower, and Lucian’s back turned to face me. I dropped the sheet and entered behind him, and in the light of day, I knew I wasn’t imagining it last night. He was leaner than I’d ever known him to be but still strong. Everything about him seemed different somehow; as though he’d been to hell and back while he was gone. What little hair he had was fuzzy, having been shaved at some point, and I wondered what that meant.
I didn’t know what mood he’d be in this morning or where we even stood. But I couldn’t tiptoe around, hoping he’d come to realize the truth. There wasn’t any time to waste. I stepped behind him and wrapped my arms around his back, enclosing them as I leaned my face against his skin. At first, he froze, and we stayed there like that, silent, for several minutes before he turned me in his arms.
