Page 131 of Undeniably Corrupt

Her legs wrap around my waist, drawing me deeper, and I hold still, already closer than I want to be. Liora’s eyes meet mine, a question in them.

“I just need a moment,” I explain, my voice rougher than I expected. “Just a moment exactly like this where I’m holding you and inside of you and it’s just us.”

Her expression softens. “We have time,” she reminds me. “We have all the time.”

We do. We have forever and then again after that.

I begin to move slowly at first, establishing a rhythm that builds gradually. I pump in and out, shifting her so her ass is at the edge of the counter, and I can drive into her deeper. I holdher up against me, needing her close, and her hands find purchase on my shoulders, her head tipped back as pleasure overtakes her again. I watch, mesmerized by the expressions that cross her face, the way her body responds to mine.

“You are everything,” I tell her, the words pulled from somewhere deep inside me. “My everything. You’re my blood. What keeps me alive.” And I would have died for her tonight. It didn’t even scare me. I mean, it did a little, but the thought of Liora living and Hazel having her mother as she should made me determined. It always will.

Her eyes open, finding mine with startling clarity despite the haze of pleasure. “And you’re mine,” she replies, the words both statement and promise. “Ours.”

I place my hand over her chest, over her pounding heart. It’s my silent promise.

A tremor starts deep inside her, her body tightening around mine. My movements become more deliberate, angled to deepen her pleasure. But also more erratic as I push and pull and slide and press into her over and over. I can’t stop. I can’t slow down.

The tight sheath of her pussy grips me, covering me in sweat and lust and love. This is only the first time I’m going to have her tonight and I can already tell I’ll be nothing short of insatiable.

Moans and pants and whimpers flee both our lips and I kiss her, holding her, fucking into her as her legs hold my body tight. When she comes again, it’s with my name on her lips and her eyes on mine.

The sound of it, the feel of her body yielding completely to mine, pushes me over the edge. Release crashes through me in waves, stealing my breath and my thoughts, leaving only sensation and an overwhelming feeling of relief. Of happiness. We cling to each other, neither willing to let go.

“I love you,” she says simply.

“I know,” I reply because I do. It’s written in every touch, every glance, every moment we share. Even when she hated me. Even when I told myself I was over it and it wasn’t always her. “I love you too.”

She smiles, that crooked line that has always been my undoing. “Enough to make me dinner now?”

I laugh. “Enough to make you dinner.”

She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me close for one more kiss. “Good,” she whispers against my lips. “Because I’m starving, and I want pasta. Creamy pasta.”

“You got it. And then I’m taking you up to bed. And tomorrow we’ll wake up and get our girl and take her out for pancakes.”

Liora’s eyes glisten when I call her our girl, but she is.

“Can we tell her?” I ask.

“Tell her what?”

“That she’s mine. That we’re together. That this isn’t temporary, it’s permanent. It’s her home. And yours.”

She bites her lip and nods. “I’d like that. I think she would too.”

A loud exhale leaves her lips and with it the weight of everything she’s been carrying around for eight years goes with it.

No more secrets. No more lies. No more uncertainty. No more danger.

It’s going to be us together. Undeniably.