AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Are you all right? Are you hit?” I push myself up on my knees, looking her over, running my hands over her body.
“I’m fine. Really, I’m fine.” She works her way to her feet, and I do the same, both of us staring at the destruction. I look out the window to where the other two men lie face down, neither moving.
“We’ll have to take their car.” I take hold of her, forcing her to the bedroom while my mind races with questions of what this means and whether there could be others on their way. I can’t risk her again. “Get your stuff. We need to move.”
“We?” She yanks her arm free of my grasp once we’re beside the bed, breathing hard, still coming down from the rush of victory the way I am. “Why is it we? Why didn’t you just hand me over?”
The ticking of an invisible clock reverberates in my skull. “Now is not the time,” I insist. “Either you move your ass, or I move it for you. They might have sent—”
Her eyes are wide. Unblinking, stopping me from finishing my warning. “Then stop wasting time and tell me,” she growls out. “Why didn’t you give me to them?”
I look down at her right hand and the gun still in her grasp. “You tell me. Why didn’t you blow me away? You could still do it. Go ahead. The way is clear.”
Her tongue moistens her lips while her wide eyes move over my face. “I…”
“You can’t, can you?” That’s all it takes to make her eyes dart away. She wants to hide from me. “Look at me, Emilia. You can’t hurt me any more than I can hurt you.”
“I could,” she whispers, and I’ll give it to her. She attempts to appear serious, tossing her head back and snickering. “But I’d only end up screwing myself over. We’re in the middle of nowhere, remember?”
This stubborn, impossible woman fought alongside me and showed more bravery than I’ve seen from men who trained for years to guard my family. She was ready, determined to take on those guys and whoever followed.
She offers no resistance when I take the gun from her hand and place it on the table beside the bed. “I’ll tell you why I won’t hand you over.”
“What are you doing?” she asks, stiffening but doing nothing to stop me from pulling her close and reveling in the touch of her warm, ripe body against mine, reminding myself she’s alive and whole, and I am too. It’s pointless to pretend I didn’t already crave her with every fiber of my being long before she displayed her smarts and bravery. Life is too short to deny something as fundamental as us being together.
I sink my hands into her thick hair and tilt her face so our mouths line up. Her short, quick breaths hit my face. Her wide, blue eyes search mine. “What are you doing?” she asks again, this time in a weak whisper.
What I’ve wanted to do all this time. I claim Emilia’s mouth, parting her lips to invade her with my tongue, to undo every last bit of resistance still keeping us apart. This time, she doesn’t fight. She melts against me all at once, her hands sliding over my bare chest, nails scraping my skin. My body ignites with desire, sparking my adrenaline at her touch.
I release her long enough to peel the shirt away from my body and throw it to the floor. When our gazes crash, the fire behind hers has me on her in a heartbeat. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down, kissing me as hard as I’m devouring her while we tumble together onto the bed.
There’s no hint of pain as she works her way out of her yoga pants, fumbling and shaking. I help her before dropping my pants and pulling my boxer briefs to my knees. There’s no time for taking it slow, exploring. This is sheer instinct, reminding ourselves we’re alive. We won this battle.
She closes her legs around me as I guide myself into her, pressing forward, filling her tight heat in one sure, smooth stroke, making her back arch and her mouth fall open in abandon. “Oh…” That’s all she manages before I cover her mouth again, pushing my tongue inside the way I thrust with my cock, taking her hard, rough, possessing her body while giving her mine.
I bite her bottom lip, and she moans at the connection. It’s never been like this. I take. I don’t give. But there’s no other name for what’s happening as she meets me stroke for stroke, jerking her hips, pulling me deeper with her legs. Clawing at my back, my scalp, even sinking her teeth into my shoulder, when a deep stroke drives her into the mattress and pushes the metal bed frame against the wall. She needs this as much as I do, this coming together, this give-and-take.
Mine. Mine. The word echoes in my head each time our bodies slam together. Every stroke takes me closer to the inevitable, cementing our bond. I pour myself into her, marking her skin with my kiss, bruising her lips, sucking the tender skin of her throat between my teeth until she writhes and moans my name. “Luca… Luca…”
“Yes.” I lift my head to gaze down at her. I’m lost in her as she is in me. Her eyes are hazy, her face flushed, and her lips swollen. “Say my name. Say it,” I grit out.
“Luca.” It pours from her lips like warm honey, and the sound unlocks something deeper, surer, and primal.
This is my woman.
And somewhere along the line, I became her man.
She arches again before her muscles clench tight around my dick. I can’t hold on any longer. Not when her pussy is determined to milk me dry. “Luca! I’m… I’m…”
I take a single moment to indulge in the sensation of her muscles fluttering around me before sinking deep, burying myself to the hilt, and bathing her with my seed.
She’s mine. The thought is so abrupt that it steals my breath. It’s taken root. We are meant to be together.
Once I push up on my forearms to look down at her, I see the same certainty in her half-closed eyes. “You do understand I would never let that happen if I wasn’t on birth control,” she whispers, and it amazes me how, even now, she has to cling to a sense of control. Then her eyes open wider. This time, there’s no shame behind them when she speaks. “Now what?”
That one is easy. “Now, we get the hell out of here.”
“Where?”
