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He undoes his belt, pulling down his pants and mounting me again. In silence, our bodies meet, melting into each other and becoming one. There’s nothing in between us, no particles of doubt or reluctance to each other. We’re unified in a way that seals us together forever, and there’s no doubt in my mind that we were made to be this way.
As he enters me, my body accepts him fully. I’m stretched, but there’s no soreness, no hesitancy to take him in deep. My pussy belongs to him. It feels like I was created for him, a feminine spirit born to be claimed by his powerful masculinity.
He groans deep in his chest, his body moving on top of me like a boat rocking in the ocean. His movements are slow and deliberate, going deep and staying there as he explores me to the fullest.
The room around us disappears to me, dissolving in my peripheral vision as pleasure takes over my senses. I feel nothing but that beautiful sensation, and I see nothing but Ivan. I hear nothing but the deepness of his groans, and I taste nothing but the last words I said to him.
I feel nothing but love.
As he releases inside of me, I’m flooded with feel-good chemicals, telling my body to climax with him. I feel his seed deep inside me, and I no longer fear what it can do. I’m already pregnant, and that’s the biggest blessing I’ve ever received.
He sinks down on top of me, gently riding the last quivering waves of pleasure as we’re both swathed in deep bliss.
27
Ivan
I wish every day could be like yesterday, but that’s not how life works. Just when you think you have everything in order, and nothing can go wrong, you get a call on your phone with the worst news possible.
“They’ve taken the research,” Donovan says, his voice distant and weak.
“What?!” I bark, jumping out of bed as the first rays of daylight peek through the blinds. “What’s going on?”
Panic grips my heart, sending it racing at double its regular pace as I rush out of the bedroom and down the hallway. I don’t want Lily to wake up in a similar panic. It’s best that I take this call somewhere more private so that she can rest.
“It’s bad… Jesus, Ivan, I’m sorry,” Donovan mutters, his voice even softer.
“What’s going on? Are you hurt? What’s happening?” I growl, my face flushing hot from the stress.
“I was hit. I don’t think I’m going to make it, honestly. The lab was raided, and all the research is gone. They came so fast, and they shot everyone. Everyone is dead…”
Those fucking monsters. I know who is behind this, and I won’t let them get away with doing this shit again. They got bold with the funeral shooting, but breaking into a top secret private laboratory and killing everyone inside, including the innocent scientists, is taking things to the next level.
This is war, and war doesn’t have any rules. We have to hit them back, and we need to do it as soon as possible. If we have one address, that’s enough. We can torture any member of the Red Hitters and milk them for whatever information they have on the rest of the gang.
I won’t let Donovan and the others die in vain.
“Donovan,” I say, gripping the phone so hard the glass cracks. “I want you to listen to me and listen clearly. Are they still there at the lab?”
“They left…”
“Okay, so you’re safe. I want you to hang on until help arrives. Have you called emergency services?”
“They won’t get here in time,” he croaks. “It’s over, man… I’m done. I wish I could stick around and see all the incredible things we’re going to do, but… it’s my time to leave.”
“Don’t talk like that,” I growl. “Where are you hit? Do you have anything to tie off the wounds?” My voice is strained and emotional, and I don’t understand why I feel this way. I’ve never been one to show much remorse when people die, even people who were close to me.
But now, I feel a surge of sorrow at the pain and hopelessness in Donovan’s voice. I can’t stand to see him leave the earth this way. It’s not fair. He deserves to live just as much as the next person, and the Red Hitters took that from him.
“Donovan, stay with me, okay? What about the wounds? How many are there?”
There’s no response from him, and I fear the worst.
“Shit,” he hiss, pulling the phone away from my ear. I want to hurl it down the hallway, but that wouldn’t help Donovan.
“Donovan, please,” I say, my voice tight with desperation.
There’s still no answer.
