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Now she’s sleeping soundly, hands tucked beneath her head, long brown lashes resting on freckled cheeks. Rosy nipples peeking through the blanket of her hair.
Sweetness intermixed with decadent sin. My innocent pervert.
I’m transfixed on her, seeing her as she is now, my gaze touching every part of her exposed body as I recall touching it all night. The idea of doing it all over again makes my dick twitch. I fucked her again and again, and still, it moves, and I’m afraid that I may not get enough of her before the time comes when I take my revenge and break her. Because there’s very little doubt in my mind that Jackson killed my father.
Then she opens her eyes. The blue is so electric and brilliant, I’m suddenly staring at the little girl in the photo Justin gave me. She’s happy and kind. Untouched by the things done around her.
But it’s the instant smile, genuine and warm enough to heat me in an entirely different way than the sight of her body did, that robs me of breath. Like she’s truly happy that I’m the first thing she’s seeing.
“Good morning,” she says, stretching out like a contented cat before returning that grin to me.
Unable to stop myself, I smile back and give in to the need to touch her. “How’d you sleep?”
“Horrible.” She laughs. “It’s kind of hard to do when someone is inside you all night.”
I don’t tell her I’m only part to blame for that. Her dreams played a role in it too. Instead, I trace the lines of her face, then move down, swiping her hair aside to expose her breasts. “You’ll have to learn to take naps from now on.”
“From now on? Does that mean there are more sleepless nights in my future?”
Leaning over her, I take one of her nipples into my mouth and bite hard enough that the taste of blood hits my tongue.
She hisses but makes no attempt to stop me when I move to do the same to the other. On the contrary, the sting arouses her. Her fingers thrust into my hair and she moans, heaving her chest upward.
“Why do you like to hurt me?” She sighs, still squirming beneath my touch.
“Because you like me to.” Abandoning her nipples, I trail my tongue down to her sweet cunt.
She giggles but abruptly stops when she realizes where I’m headed. “Noah, wait, I haven’t showered! I still have your cum inside me.”
I hold her down. “Mycum,” I whisper right over the red curls between her thighs. That’s me inside her. Every time we had sex, I filled her. Marked her. “What did I tell you about stopping me?” Pressing my nose against her core, I inhale, taking in her feminine scent mingled with mine.
“I…” Emily sucks in a breath when I lick her slit softly. “Holy shit.”
She’s sweet and salty. It’s what we are together. The taste ignites a fire in that part of me I keep tightly locked away because in my business, it could be lethal. Self-control.
Before I can think, my fingers dig into her hips, and I lift myself enough so that I can see into her eyes. “As long as I’m inside you, Emily, you are mine.” My words are laced with possessive warning as I’m sure my stare is. Jealousy at the very idea of her with anyone else boils my blood and tenses my muscles.
Even with my plan for her always looming over us, I know without a doubt that, if any other man were to touch her, I’d kill him.
Emily blinks, her smile faltering only a moment before it grows wider and more salacious than I’ve seen from her. “That goes both ways, Noah. As long as you’re inside me,you’remine. So if you want to keep things like that, you better keep my tank full.”
That’s exactly what I do.
* * *
“Emily, wake up.” I roughly push on her shoulder. “Wake up!”
She opens her eyes slowly and smiles. “Did I fall asleep again?”
“You did. What were you just dreaming?”
Her brows pinch together. “Nothing. Why?” Then she takes in the sight of me, soaked, my hair covered in shampoo, naked and dripping water all over the sheets. Agitated. “Did you just run out of the shower?”
I study her face, which is relaxed now. Her frown gone. “You were screaming.”
“What?”
“What were you dreaming, Emily?” I ask with exasperation, my heart still hammering in my chest.
