Page 73 of Conviction

She’s my home.

My sanity and salvation.

She’s the love of my life, and I never want to be anywhere but at her side.

“Fuck,” I groan through gritted teeth.

I keep a tight hold of her hips, her ankles lock together behind me, forcing her heels to dig into my bare arse. My hips move, driving my cock deep inside of her, but it’s not enough, I want more, need more.

“Harder, Con, harder,” she orders, before biting down on my shoulder.

“I want you. I want you so fucking much,” I growl out.

Her nails scrape and claw at the skin on my back, my hips and my arse as she drags me closer, tighter.

“You’ve got me, Con. I’ve always been yours. Always have, always will.”

I slow things down and grab at the handful of hair that’s fallen from the bird's nest thing she has happening on the top of her head. I pull it, hard so that she looks up at me.

I feel like I’m seriously going insane. I want to kiss her, fuck, suck and lick her. I want to love her, stroke, bite and slap her, all at the same time. I don’t know what I fucking want except her. Any way I can get her.

“Stay Meebs. Love me like you used to. Stay with me. Live with me. Marry me. Don’t ever fucking leave. Be mine, just be mine,” the words just keep coming, as fast as they rush into my head, they rush out of my mouth. “I wanna give you everything. The fucking world. I want you to have every part of me. Every fucking part.”

My legs start to turn to jelly. My balls tighten, and an icy tingle travels up my spine.

Meebs face actually looks like she’s in pain as she cries out, “Yes Con. Yes. Everything, all of it. All of me. Take everything,” she starts to sob as she tells me that she’s coming, that she loves me, wants me. Her internal muscles squeeze my dick so tight it’s almost painful. Her little body shudders in my arms. She throws her head back, and I witness the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. Nina, my Amoeba, coming, crying, sobbing out my name as she falls apart from the pleasure that I’m giving her.

I struggle to stay upright and have to lock my knees in place as I come, shooting hard, deep and hot inside her.

I hold onto her tightly, our foreheads pressed together as we breathe in each other’s air.

“Con,” she pants, and I assume she’s saying my name.

“Condom. We didn’t use a condom,” she finally manages to get out.

Shit, no, we didn’t. I kiss her temple.

“It’s okay. I’m clean.” I kiss her temple again.

“You safe?” She looks up at me, eyes wide and shakes her head.

“What?”

“No, I’m not.” What the fuck does that mean?

“You’re on the pill or whatever right?” She frowns and shakes her head again.

“No, no, I’m not.” We’re both silent as I digest this news. I actually don’t care. In fact, I hope my spunky little swimmers are torpedoing their way up inside her to make us a baby right now.

I run my fingertips up and down the tattoo at the back of her neck.

“I would’ve loved this baby, ya know, Meebs.”

“I know, I know you would’ve, Con.”

“There’ll be more. Four maybe or five.” She shakes her head, and my heart feels like it’s just dropped to the deepest depths of my belly.

“No?” I ask her. Confused at her response.