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The clouds are thick in the air. A heaviness settles in my chest, and it’s because I know this is the end of it all. The racing, my time spent as Kill, has morphed into my time needing to be consumed as Mr. Cross. Husband of Lillith Cross and father to Niro Cross. Running an underground black market after I killed her father. But I would never tell her that.
If I did, she would stop me. My wife does not have an immoral bone in her body, but I do. Not when it came to her and our son and someone wanting to harm them. She would overlook the danger her father put her to spare his life, but I won’t. I couldn't.
If he stayed alive, she would always have to worry, and I would spend every waking moment looking over my shoulder, wondering who or when they would try to kill her.
I was going back on my agreement with Mr. Sinclair because I fell in love with his daughter and my son. I wouldn't change that feeling for the world. It was the first time I knew what my parents felt for each other. I understood what love meant. What it felt like deep in your soul. The good kind. The kind my wife read about in her beautiful books. The ones her father warned me about when he mentioned Lillith and her stupid books. I read beautiful pages of different lives in the years she was gone. The characters have other desires and temperaments but want the same thing. To fall in love. I couldn't forget the sex scenes, either.
"What are you doing?" Lillith asks when I walk up behind her and kiss her neck.
"I'm kissing my wife." I press my lips to her soft skin. "He's asleep in the next room. I've been dying to be inside you all day." I sense her smile. The raised goose bumps on her skin give it away while I pull her suit over her shoulder and down her body. "I want to fuck you, Mrs. Cross."
She turns around, her eyes caressing my face while she pulls her suit off the rest of the way until she's naked. The music plays in a low thud in the background, coming from the main room of the Cocoon. The glow from the lights coming from the white bed in the bedroom illuminates her skin and tight pink nipples on her upthrust breasts.
"How bad?"
I pull my shirt over my head, tossing it aside. "Bad."
She drops to her knees and pulls me out, teasing the tip of my cock with her tongue. She glances up. "Fuck, you're gorgeous."
Her lips curve in a salacious smile. "And you're big…” Her velvety tongue licks the tip. "Hot." She takes me inside her wet mouth, and my eyes roll back in my skull. Arousal shoots to the tip of my cock, swelling inside her mouth.
I groan, sliding my fingers into her hair and gripping it hard. She takes me deep, and I feel the back of her throat. Saliva drips down her chin. “Every hole in your body feels so good and wet, Lillith. I want to burn inside you.”
She moans, throating me in a rhythm; I see her nostrils flare when she takes me in her throat, moving faster. Her hands grip my hips. Her short nails dig into my skin, leaving half-moon marks. I fuck her mouth, watching her eyes fill with tears like a kaleidoscope of aquamarine shades.
I focus on my wife, my latest prosthetic eye recording how beautiful she looks.
“My eye records now.”
She looks up and pulls me out of her mouth, getting to her feet. “Everything?”
I nod. “Like right now. I wanted you to know and the other times too.”
“You’ve been getting off on us?”
I nod again, boldly. She presses her breasts against me, grasping my wet cock, rubbing the tip on her slit. "And now?" she asks softly.
I pick her up, grabbing her by her thighs and tossing her on the bed, giving her a predatory look.
"Now, I'm going to fuck you, and later, you're going to see what I see when I'm inside you, making you mine."
I slam inside her in one hard thrust, hearing her audible gasp. "Yes!"
"Hold on."
I place her legs over my shoulders, spreading her legs as far she can go while grinding in her cunt." Mmm…Kill."
"Bad girl," I growl, pounding into her in a series of thrusts. Her nails dig into my shoulders, spurring the animal inside me to go harder and faster. I’ve made love to her since she returned, but this….this is different. I wanted to own her body and soul. I had her love, but I wanted more. I wanted her mind and her dreams. The scent of her skin mingling with mine after a shower or when she sweats.
I want all her children to be mine and only mine, and when I die, I want to make sure it was with her when her time came, and only because a higher and unknown force demanded it. There was no way I was leaving the earth without her. Everywhere she was, I wanted to be, and where I was, she would be there. I knew firsthand what life was like without her and Niro; I almost didn't survive it.
This love–our love was ours, and I would burn in her embrace in this life and the next because we were meant to be.
"Ahh, I'm coming!" Her sweet cries filled my ears, making sure I see the rapture on her face when I spill inside her.
"I love you, Lillith Cross." I kiss her forehead. "Forever," I rasp.
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