Page 118 of Retribution

She holds my gaze for longer than usual.

'Yes,' she says. 'They have to. I… They just have to. It’s like… the equilibrium of the world is off until they do, you know?'

'I get it,' I say. 'Close your eyes and lean back.'

She does what I say, and I unwrap the towel, watching as her skin puckers, her nipples hardening in the cooler air.

I flick my tongue over one and then the other, and she sighs.

I begin to trail kisses from the valley of her breasts down to her navel and then still lower to the apex of her thighs.

I spread her legs and gaze down at what's mine before I swoop down and gently place a kiss at the top of her mound.

I fall to my knees and it's not lost on me that I'm worshiping this woman.

I would do this every day, every moment of every day if I could, and the thought of it doesn't scare me. She has entered every fiber of my being. Every cell holds her in it.

My mouth descends and I begin to work her in gentle strokes, tiny circles that get bigger and smaller, pulsing flicks of my tongue that make her hips tilt, and her hands grasp my hair. My tongue thrusts deep into her channel, making her moan.

She throws her arm over her mouth, and I reach up and take it from her face.

'No,' I say. 'I want to hear you, and I wantthemto hear you.'

She nods breathlessly, panting as my tongue and my mouth return to her and I suck her clit gently before drawing back and blowing on her core.

Her heels dig into the bed, and her hips lift up. I grab her thighs, widening her for me. She's close. I go in for the kill, my lips fastening over her as two of my fingers plunge into her, my pinkie playing at the entrance to her ass just a little.

The effect is immediate. She comes hard with a squeal, her body growing taut, her hips bouncing as I smile against her. I don't stop until I've wrung out every bit of pleasure I possibly can from her, and then I surge up. I ease myself into her, slowly savoring every little aftershock that pulses around my dick.

I hold her against the bed, and I am not gentle anymore. I take her hard, and fast, and rough, standing up at the edge of the bed and pulling her towards me.

She rises on her elbows and meets me, thrust for thrust, her eyes on mine, flicking between my face, my eyes, and where our bodies meet.

Her little gasps of pleasure and of overstimulation have me coming hard and deep into her, my body clenching as I finally get to feel my girl around me.

She cries out, and I feel her have another sudden, smaller orgasm that milks my cock like no one else ever has. I groan as I come down from the high, the only high that I will never give up.

'Daisy Evans, you're mine,' I whisper, and I know that it's true, even though she also belongs to Mav and Shade, and we belong to her.

She looks up at me and smiles.

‘And you're mine,' she says with conviction.

I know at that moment that even I will never, ever be ableto leave this girl, not that I'd ever want to. I feel more at home with her than I have ever before.

She is my everything. Our little family that we've created is my everything, and I will do whatever it takes to protect it.

In the weary aftermath, I lie next to her and hold her.

We doze for a while, but we’re woken all too soon by Shade, telling us to get into the living room because he’s received a message from one of Sauvage’s guys.

I grab a robe for Daisy, and I throw on my clothes. We go into the next room to find the news on.

'A body has been found in the Richmond River belonging to Agatha Smith, a twenty-four-year-old nurse who had recently moved to town from New York. She was found this evening by a dog walker, strangled and beaten. More as that story develops at eleven.’

I glance at Daisy, who's staring at the screen with wide eyes.

'Joe did it,’ she says without hesitation.