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Now as I stood in front of her house, looking at the peeling facade and the ratty old door, I knew she didn’t belong here, with this woman. Her mother was one of the reasons why she never came to me, but I couldn’t just take Danika with me.
I had to let her come willingly, because only then would she stay forever.
What I had planned, that wasn’t only for a couple of months. I wanted a lifetime with her. I wanted her to fucking remember me. To finally fucking look at me like she had years ago.
My eyes zeroed in on her perfect face, and the smeared blood on her temples. Her pain excited me, stirring my cock, my entire body coming to life after so many years of living in this dark void of misery and loneliness, waiting for something to happen, for her to come back.
I wasn’t going to let go.
Not now.
Not ever.
She stirred in my arms, and I hurried toward the front door, holding up the keys I took from her pocket when I undressed her. Judah wanted to do it, but one look from me was all he needed to step back and let me be with her. It was enough that he got to see her half naked—him and his little buddies—but he wasn’t going to touch her. Not while I was alive.
The lock clicked within seconds, and just like I knew everything else about her, I knew this house. Her mother never suspected, never even heard me coming, but during the past year while Danika was away at college, I snuck in more times than I could count on one hand, needing to be close to her. Needing to feel her in any way, even if it was only by sleeping in the bed in her old childhood room.
I sharpened my senses over the last few years, and the silence of the house told me her mother wasn’t home. When was she ever home anyway? She had an amazing daughter who she avoided at all costs, leaving her to her on devices, when Danika needed her, just how I needed my father. But they could never understand us.
Instead of seeing our true potential, our brilliant minds, they focused on the blatant lies society told about people like her and me. They thought we were monsters, when all we needed was just a little bit of understanding and freedom to be who we wanted to be.
Carrying her through this house felt like another goodbye, but I saw the truth in her eyes when she finally woke up after the electrocutions—she knew everything. She remembered everything, and it didn’t matter when, but I knew she would come back to me, once and for all.
The door to Danika’s bedroom was already open, and with slow steps, I entered inside, lowering her down on the bed. Something in my chest squeezed at the sight of her. Before I could stop myself, I sat down on the plush surface and lowered myself down, wrapping my body around hers. She moaned in her sleep, pushing against me, with her butt against my hardening dick.
I wanted her, but not like this. Not now.
She was too weak, too sleepy, and I wanted her to scream my name when I entered her for the first time.
“Lazarus,” she suddenly moaned, arching her back against me. “Please.”
The little demon sitting on my left shoulder snickered, urging me to take her, to show her who she belonged to, but when I looked down at her, she wasn’t looking at me. Her eyes were closed shut, her lips open and her cheeks flushed.
“Please,” she whimpered, pushing harder and harder against me. As if they had a mind of their own, my hands started dragging over her sides, my fingers splaying over her toned stomach, traveling slowly toward the button on her jeans. The sound of our breathing filled the room, and as I unbuttoned her pants, I let my hand inside, exploring the soft skin and silky panties she wore tonight.
Seeing her earlier only in them and her white bra was almost my undoing, but I stopped myself before doing something in front of Judah that could jeopardize this entire thing.
“Danika,” I growled into her neck, just as my middle finger slipped through her folds, feeling how wet she was. “Fuck, baby girl. You’re soaking wet.”
“Lazarus,” she breathed out, turning her head toward me. When the sky blues of her eyes slammed into me, I couldn’t fucking breathe. “Please,” she begged. “I need—”
“I know,” I said, pressing my lips to her shoulder. “I know, baby.”
I pushed down her pants with one hand, and pressed her clit with the other one, having her cry out momentarily.
“Oh, fuck!” she moaned, biting down on her lower lip. “That’s it,” she whimpered. “Please, please, please—”
She yelped as I moved away from her and turned her onto her back, removing her pants completely. Her knees fell open for me, her panties soaked with the need for me, for my touch, for everything I had to give her.
But I didn’t have patience for them, no matter how perfect they looked on her. My teeth wrapped around the hem of her underwear, ripping them apart in one move, before I latched down on her soaked folds. My tongue stroked between her heated lower lips, circling around her clit, and pressing against her opening—slowly, barely there, just to drive her insane.
She was everywhere around me—her scent wrapped around my body, the taste of her on my tongue, and I needed more, more, more, more… The sweet nectar between her legs only spurred me further, my hands tightening around her knees, spreading her wide open for me to see the glistening heat waiting just for me.
She wasmine.
Only fucking mine.
I lifted my head up, looking straight in her eyes as my fingers spread her soaked folds, creating small circles around her clit until her entire body lifted from the bed. Like an angel, her blonde hair fell around her in loose waves, while her blue eyes sparkled with unconcealed heat, and a need so powerful it hit me straight into the center of my chest, making it so much harder to breathe.
