Page 150 of Dustwalker

Ronin touched his forehead to hers. “Lara.”

Tightening her legs around him, she drew him closer, deeper, loving the way his cock stretched her, loving how close they were, loving the feel of him inside her. Loving...

She caressed the side of his face as she stared into his eyes. “I love you.”

“My wife... I will not lose you.”

Dropping his hands to her ass, he braced her as he drew back, and before his cock had fully pulled out, he slammed into her eager body. Lara cried out, and he plunged into her again and again.

Reality melted away, leaving only sensation; his earthy scent, the feel of his warm, solid body, the pressure of his fingers against her skin, the delightful friction between them.

He was all she needed to feel alive.

She closed her eyes and clung to him, panting in time with his thrusts. Each stroke of his cock, each furious pound of his hips, stimulated her clit with a burst of pleasure. That pleasure coiled in her core, winding tighter until she could take no more.

Her climax struck like a bolt of lightning, quick and forceful, and her cries echoed off the concrete walls. Ecstasy swept through her, lifting her higher and higher. Her fingers curled into his shoulders as she bit her lip to muffle her screams.

“Lara,” Ronin groaned. His perfect rhythm faltered, and for an instant, she thought she heard machinery inside him whirring. He stiffened, going completely still. His cock vibrated, pulsing through her, triggering another orgasm from her. All she could do was submit to it, her body locking up, her pussy contracting around his shaft as liquid heat flooded her.

Then he sagged forward, burying his face between her neck and shoulder, and braced a hand against the wall for support.

Panting, with her skin damp with perspiration, Lara smiled and brushed her fingertips over the short hairs on the back of his head. His cock remained deeply embedded within her, and she was tempted to have him take her again.

“I missed this.” She opened her eyes and kissed his temple.

“One of these times, my system isn’t going to recover.”

Lara laughed.

Ronin lifted his head and looked at her, smirking. “Is this all I have to do to hear that sound from you?”

Smile fading, she caressed his cheek. “We haven’t had much to laugh about, have we?”

“We’re both alive. That’s something to celebrate, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

She kissed him, and he held her close, his lips moving gently over hers, a far cry from their desperate kiss from before.

They were both alive, but that did nothing to diminish her fears.

It would’ve been so easy to stay here at the base, take on their share of work, and live their lives in peace. Yet how would Lara sleep at night knowing the people of Cheyenne suffered while she lived in security and comfort?

Going back to Cheyenne was the most dangerous choice she could make…but it was also the right one.

Besides, Ronin was her happiness, her strength, her inspiration. With him by her side, there was hope. They could make a difference.

Breaking the kiss, Lara drew back with a smile. “By the way, did you call me wife?”

A grin spread across his lips. “I did.” He took hold of the hand upon which she wore the ring and brought it to his chest, stroking the band with his thumb as he stared into her eyes. “You are mine, Lara. My wife. And I am yours until the end of time.”

Tears burned in her eyes as she traced his brow with her fingertips. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He settled his palm over her cheek and brushed his thumb over the tiny scar. There was impossible strength in his hand, but she knew he’d never misuse it.

She tightened her legs, unwilling to relinquish him. Moments like this were rare, and though her need was satisfied, her craving persisted.

The scrape of the metal door was the only warning that their privacy had come to an end.