Page 198 of Caught in the Crossfire

I smiled. “I’m just another one of your plans, aren’t I?”

“You aretheplan, Leona Vero.”

With a snap of his hips, he erased any response I might have had. I came on his cock, screaming his name, distantly aware that I had to be waking up the rest of the house, but I didn’t give a fuck. I could only think of how he filled me, driving me to insanity.

He didn’t stop. His fingers found my clit and began circling it. His eyes burned into mine. “Come for me again. I need to feel you quiver around me once more. I need to feel this sweet pussy pulling me in even deeper.”

He didn’t give me any time to recover. He pulled out and repositioned us so he sat against the headboard and I straddled him. He lowered me on top of his length while our foreheads pressed together and my hips rolled. Despite the overstimulation, it only took another minute or two of his precise fingers and powerful thrusts before I was right there. My eyes screwed shut, chasing the edge, while I moaned mindless sounds.

“Look at me,” he commanded. My eyes flew open. “Let me watch you. I want to see your face when I paint you with my cum.”

I came so hard I saw stars, irrevocably marked and changed by him. All I could think about was how I wanted to do the same to him.

“Come inside me,” I whispered, searching his eyes. “Mark me. Claim me.”

His nostrils flared as he thrust upward and came with a groan. He kissed me over and over, from my breasts all the way back up to my neck and finally to my mouth, whispering words I didn’t understand all over my skin. When he finally reached my lips, he brushed the sweaty hair from my forehead.

“My soul is yours.”

I cupped his cheeks, rubbing my fingers through his beard, and kissed him. After a few minutes of enjoying slow, heated kisses, we rolled to the side, and he slowly pulled out.

With a grunt, his fingers pushed back inside my entrance, and it only took a moment to realize what he was doing.

I grinned. “Are you really pushing your cum back inside me?”

“It will stay in you as long as possible,” he said simply. “From now on, my cum will never leave you. I will take you every single day.”

After he was satisfied, he left the bed to grab a warm washcloth and help me clean up my sweaty and spent body. Then he laid back down beside me, wrapped an arm around my shoulders, and curled me against his chest.

“I am proud of you.”

I lifted my head slightly. “Why?”

“You’ve come so far,obi’m. Healing isn’t linear. Trauma doesn’t disappear. It’s part of you, but we’ll carry it beside you always.”

My lip quivered as I felt my heart warm. “How do you always know the right things to say?”

“I do not know.” He placed my palm over his heart. It beat steadily inside his chest. “I simply know that your heart matches the beat of mine. Your breath matches my breath. Your mind matches my mind.”

We lay like that, simply enjoying each other’s glow, for who knew how long.

When my eyes were drifting closed, he spread his palm over my belly. It was large and so very warm against my bare skin.

“One day, when you are ready, you will carry my children.”

I jolted, eyes going wide and head tilting back to look at him. “What?”

“You will be an excellent mother.”

I laughed. “Shouldn’t you be asking if I even want kids?”

He shrugged. “I don’t need to ask because I already know. You will be their mother. Sons, daughters, it does not matter to me.”

“And how would that even work with all of us?”

“We’ll make it work like we make everything else work.” His words were so confident, so matter-of-fact, they barely left room for arguing.

The idea of kids felt so far out of reach, it was almost impossible to think about. Even if I wanted them, so many hurdles stood between now and then. So many enemies. But…maybe one day.