Chapter 53
SILAS
“Fuck,” Leonore cries, digging her nails into my shoulders. She locks her legs around my waist and pulls me in deeper. Fuck me, this woman knows how to undo me.
“Right there,” she gasps. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
I couldn’t stop if the house was on fire.
I slam into her so hard I see fucking stars.
“Fuck, Leo…”
She’s tight. And soaked. And I can’t hold back much longer.
I look down at her. Her eyes are squeezed shut, and her lips are parted with a moan.
“Open your eyes,” I rasp. “Look at me.”
Her bright emerald eyes burst open, so I can see every shift in her gaze as I clamp down tighter on her throat. Her smile curves in pleasure as she chokes on another moan, looking in disbelief at how carnal our reckoning is.
Damn, I’m close.
“I want to watch you come,” I say, burying myself deeper even though I gave her the command that she can’t come until I tell her to.
I tilt her hips and lift her pelvis so the next thrust hits the spot, making her eyes roll and her back arch. I know every inch of this woman and how to torment her.
“Not until I say so,” I grit, edging both of us.
I don’t stop. I give her everything. Sweat drips from my brow onto her chest. My arms burn. My lungs burn. My cock throbs with the kind of pressure that tells me I’ve got mere seconds left in me.
I lessen my grasp on her windpipes so I can hear her scream, but keep my grip in place. “Come for me, baby.”
She screams, her hand coming to grab mine that pins her into place as I tear the orgasm out of her.
Her pussy clamps down on me, the sensation so intense my vision blurs, and I come so hard my arms give out.
I collapse against her and have to bury my face in her neck with a grunt as I spill into her.
Goddamn.
I am so fucking in love with this woman.
And in the blinding light, I can see it.
All of it.
A future.
With her.
And I want it so bad it shocks me. I’ve never wanted this kind of commitment with anyone or to anything before her.
But lying here with her, I want it so much it actually fucking hurts.
I slide out of her and roll onto my back, pulling her into my chest, and securing my arms around her. We fall into a sweaty heap on my sheets.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” she finally asks.
Everything is going on. Thoughts of a future. Of babies and a wife and goddammit, who am I?
“I’m thinking about the future,” I say.
“That sounds serious.” She traces invisible lines on my chest. “What about it?”
“I’m thinking it looks different than it used to.”
Her finger stills.
“I never allowed myself to think about it,” she says softly.
I tangle my fingers in hers. “Baby.”
“Yeah?”
“How about a future with me?”
She lifts her head with a suggestive eyebrow. “In a perfect world, where I don’t kill you for annoying me?”
I can’t help but smile. “But I like how feral you become when I annoy you. I’m saying I want forever.” Her breath hitches, and I can sense the fight or flight in her that always comes to the surface, but her gaze softens. “Become my little raven?”
“You want matching tattoos?” She half laughs, but when she sees my serious expression, I can tell she’s considering it. I know it’ll shift the dynamics of her work, but I don’t plan on handing her over to anyone else. Now or ever.
Gnawing her lip, she rises on her elbows and leans in to kiss me. It’s slow and deep, and I know without a doubt that I want her to kiss me like this every day for the rest of our lives.
When she pulls back, her eyes are bright.
“You have my forever,” she whispers. “Until I put you across the slab myself.”
I grin, wondering about all the creative ways I can push her over the edge to ignite her little psycho. “Yeah, baby. I like the sound of that.”