Page 126 of Bloodstained Wings


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Carter removes his teeth and gives my hair a firm tug, sending little pinpricks of pain through my scalp. I tilt my head back and release a deep, shaky breath. Carter continues to thrust in and out of me. Abruptly, he stops and moves me to the bed, where my knees give out, and I fall onto the mattress. Carter climbs on top of me, never once breaking our contact.

I listen to his heavy breathing, to the bed creaking and groaning underneath it, and I think my heart can’t possibly feel more full.

Or more alive.

Until Carter buries his head between my shoulder blades, and I come undone again. I am floating and drifting on clouds as I try to remember how to breathe. Carter gives a few more quick thrusts, and his own release follows. I feel warmth pool between my legs and exhale. A short while later, Carter releases my restraints and pulls me against him. I bring my head to rest against his chest and go limp.

“I think you’ve killed me,” I murmur, a pleasant tingling sensation racing through me. “Not that I mind, but it is definitely going to be hard to function after this.”

Carter runs a hand down the length of my back and pauses at my ass.

Still sore and tender, he gives it a firm squeeze, and I yelp. “No, you feel alive to me. That means I haven’t quite done my job properly, have I, dove?”

I lift hooded eyes up to his. “What do you mean?”

Carter tilts his head to look down at me. “I promised that you wouldn’t be able to walk for days. I think I can do better.”

I shake my head. “Are you kidding? I can barely breathe. My entire body is sore. You’ve definitely done your job, Carter. Unless you want me to be stuck in this bed.”

Carter’s answering smile is wicked. “That is definitely something I want to see.”

My lips lift into a half smile. “It can be arranged.”

Carter captures my hand in his. “I know what you’re trying to do, dove. You’re hoping I’ll fuck you hard enough that I won’t be able to leave in the morning.”

“Am I that obvious?”

Carter presses a kiss to the inside of my wrist. “Yes, and as much as I’d love to be buried in that tight and sweet little pussy of yours all night, we can’t.”

I throw a leg over him and use my fingers to trace a path down his chest. “Are you sure I can’t convince you otherwise?”

Knowing I’m going to be separated from Carter, regardless of the duration, makes me want him even more. The fire inside me has yet to be quenched, and I don’t know how to tell him. Carter prides himself on his virility and mastery in the bedroom. Anything less than that is unacceptable, but I also know that he’s right.

In the morning, before he heads over to Anita’s, Carter has to take me to the safe house.

This will be our last night together for God knows how long.

I want to make every moment last, but I also want to savor how he feels pressed against me, his arm around my shoulders, and the smell of him wafting up my nostrils.

I wish I could freeze this moment and keep us here.

“You’ve become very persuasive, dove.” Carter’s voice pitches low, and his eyes blaze with emotion. Still, he captures my other hand in his and pins me to the mattress. When he straddles me, my heart misses a few beats and starts thumping erratically. He bends down to kiss me, and I forget how to exist.

All too soon, he pulls back and collapses onto the mattress with a groan. “You’re too irresistible, dove. I’ll need to sleep in another room if I’m going to be well-rested for tomorrow.”

“I’ll behave,” I murmur, pausing to leave a few inches of space between us. “Don’t go.”

“It’s not you I’m worried about.” Carter pulls me to him and buries his face in my hair. “You’re inside of me, dove. Every last part of me. You’re in my veins, in my lungs, and everywhere else, too. I couldn’t escape you even if I wanted to.”

I wrap my arms around his shoulders and inhale. “I can’t escape you either, Carter. And I don’t want to.”

No matter where this life takes us or what the future holds. I belong here… with Carter.

My decision is made, so I lean back and press my lips to his. He growls into my mouth and climbs on top of me again. This time, I wriggle and squeeze my breasts together. The look on Carter’s face is almost enough to make me take it back.

Almost, but not quite enough.

With a smile, I roll my nipples between my fingers and study his reaction. His eyes are tight around the edges, but there’s no mistaking the hunger and desperation in his eyes.

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