Page 61 of Desperate Crimes

He comes.

I feel it.

The twitch of his cock inside me.

The deep, guttural moan torn from his chest.

The heat as he spills himself into me, holding me tight as if I might disappear.

He buries his face in my neck, groaning through his release as my body milks him, welcoming every pulse, every drop.

And I come too. I can’t help it.

Seeing him like this. Knowing I did this to him? It’s the sexiest damn thing I have ever experienced.

And I come hard.

Some long minutes later we’re both still shaking.

Breathing hard.

Sweat-slicked and ruined.

Wrecked.

His. He said I’m his.

And the terrifying, beautiful truth?

That’s exactly what I always wanted to be.

Chapter Sixteen-Nico Jr

I wake up at six o’clock in the morning every single fucking day. It’s just how I’m wired.

But never have I felt so rested before.

And I know why. It’s because she’s in my arms.

Finally.

The light bleeding through the curtains is soft and gold, brushing over her skin like a benediction.

She’s curled against me, breathing slow and deep. Her cheek is nestled against my chest. One gorgeous leg is tangled with mine beneath the sheets.

I’ve never felt peace like this.

And I’m wary of it.

Because peace is fragile.

And I don’t do fragile.

I do forever.

I do mine.

I do no-fucking-way-in-hell I ever sleep alone again.