35. Rhett
Ishouldn’t have brought Ana back to the warehouse apartment, but how was I to fucking deny her and make her pain worse?
Despite the night falling and it only being a matter of hours before her parents realize she’s disobeyed, Ana looks so relaxed here, like it’s a different world between these four walls, one made just for us. I decide that’s worth risking everything for.
After taking off her shoes and coat, she makes her way over to the dresser. We managed to get some new clothes and pajamas while in town today, but she drops the bags and opens the drawer of my T-shirts and hoodies anyway.
It swells in my fucking chest.
I’m hovering, observing her every movement like a stalker. She strips out of her black skirt and top, takes off her bra, and pulls on a black hoodie with a snake embroidered in black down the center.
It reminds me. “You didn’t pick out anything with color today.”
Ana crawls onto the bed, and she’s so fucking sexy my dick twitches at her enticing smile. “Neither did you,” she says.
“We weren’t shopping for me.”
“I like the darkness.” She stretches out with a contented inhale. Her long legs are just begging to be wrapped around my shoulders.
“Did you wear black for me?”
Her head falls to look at me. “Yes. Part of me was mourning when I had no assurance you were alive other than my gut instinct. But it also made me feel like I had a piece of you.”
My hand curls around one of the four bed posts. I’m overwhelmed with love for this woman. Absolute devoted and entirely undeserving of her.
“Are you going to stand there looking at me all night or join me, Agent?”
For years I didn’t know what being alive truly felt like. Then I met Ana, and I don’t remember what feeling completely numb to the world was like. She’s a beating heart. My beating heart.
“Your parents are going to be looking for you, and it’ll only grow more intense the longer you avoid them.”
“Then I guess I’m your secret now too.”
I slip out of my leather jacket, then I pull my T-shirt over my head. I’m a selfish, deplorable bastard for this. I should agree with her father and take her to that hotel with new guards even if she fights me. But I can’t. I fucking can’t.
“You might want to start picking your new name,” I say jokingly.
“Ana Kaiser,” she says with a low, seductive edge.
When I ease onto the bed her legs part, knees settling around my hips. I take her hands, interlocking our fingers and sliding them up over her head as I hover over her.
“You don’t get to be just another creature of the underworld,” I say. “Are you ready to work for what it takes to rule it?”
Her eyes spark with a thrill. “Yes.”
“That’s my girl.”
I kiss her, long and deep. Her knees tighten around me, pulling me closer, and she lifts her hips to grind her pussy over my aching cock, tight behind my jeans.
“Impatient,” I mutter against her lips.
“I need you inside me.”
Music to my fucking ears when I’ve thought of being buried in her tight heat again for far too long.
“Will I take you here? The kitchen island? The wall?” I kiss down her neck with each suggestion, and she becomes increasingly breathless. “What will it be?”
“All of them.”
“Still not one to choose.” I smile against her throat.
I reach my hand down when I can’t wait to feel her a second longer. She’s soaked through her underwear, and I groan.
“I want to fuck you just like this. In my hoodie.”
“Then hurry up and fuck me.”
My cock jerks at her demand. I want more of it. Her taking control and commanding exactly what she wants. But for now, I’m the impatient one, slipping her panties to the side and sinking a finger in deeply. The wrapping of her slick heat around my fingers or my cock will never fail to make a deranged man of me. After a few thrusts I add a second finger and watch as her body curves, beautiful as always.
I can’t wait any longer, fumbling my belt undone and pulling out my cock. My jeans stay on as I line myself up at her entrance and sink into her slowly, savoring every inch disappearing into her. Fully seated, I take a moment to collect my sanity with the heat of her pussy creeping over my whole damn body.
“I love you,” I say, leaning in to kiss her. “And I missed you so goddamn much.”
Ana’s hands thread into my hair, tightening as she turns more passionate and needy. I’m still, but she tries to fuck me herself, lifting her hips in a way that makes my head spin.
“Fucking hell, little bird,” I rasp, pulling out of the kiss and dipping my head down to watch her.
“I want it hard,” she says, chasing her pleasure in precious little pants.
“How hard? Because I want to fuck you so deep into this mattress you won’t remember where you are.”
I begin a slow, teasing pace to savor the feel of her. My hand glides under the hoodie, over her ribs, until I cup her breast. Ana pushes her chest into me. I didn’t know how fucking sexy it would be to fuck her in this.
“I’m expecting you to hold true to that as a promise,” she purrs.
I groan, pulling out of her suddenly with the snap of my restraint. Hooking her panties, I pull them off and toss them aside before taking her hands. Ana sits up at my silent instruction, and I pull the hoodie off her next.
Nothing competes with Ana’s naked body.
“You’re a goddess.”
She takes my cock in her hand and peers up at me through alluring lashes. If she puts it in her mouth, I won’t be able to stop myself from fucking her throat, and I don’t trust myself to last long. I want to reclaim every part of her that was taken from me for too long, but I can be patient.
“Turn around. Get on your hands and knees.”
Ana stops her tight, maddening strokes of my dick and does as I say. Her perfect bare ass in front of me almost surges me to the edge of release. I’ve never been this effortlessly and insanely turned on by a woman. Ana drops down on her forearms, back curving, giving me an even more impeccable view as she tilts her head down to meet my gaze.
I realize I’ve been standing there fisting my cock absentmindedly, in a complete trance over her.
“I’m waiting, Agent Kaiser.”
I almost pass the fuck out.
I strip off my jeans. She’s right on the edge of the bed, and as soon as I step forward I’m deep inside her again. I don’t go slow this time. Ana cries out at the plunge of my cock, and the angle hits so deep my vision pricks with dark spots.
I’m desperate to spill inside her, but I also don’t want this to end so quickly. I want to fuck her for hours. Days. She fits my cock like a fucking glove, and I’ve starved for her after three months of hell away from her.
Leaning over her, my hand wraps around the back of her neck, pushing her into the bed. Her moans get louder, but I worry about hurting her.
“Harder,” she says as if she can read my damn mind.
She is fucking made for me.
It’s undeniable in the way her body moves with mine. How her mind aligns with mine. Her heart beats with mine.
She’s all mine.
“Tell me how it feels, baby,” I say, not slowing my pace.
I don’t know if she will when her face is pressed into the mattress, so beautifully pinched in focused pleasure.
“It feels ...” she says through short breaths. “Deeper than ever before.”
“Still not deep enough,” I growl. I pause, only to reach for her wrist and guide it back. “You never should have showed me your flexibility. I’ve thought of endless ways to test it. Legs together and arch your back a little more.”
She does so perfectly, and I guide her arms to fold them behind her knees. I have to pull out just to see her positioned and vulnerable to me, so exquisite.
“Such a good girl,” I say, and I reward her by kneeling in front of her soaking pussy and licking through her folds and over the curve of her ass.
Ana gives a louder moan as I explore that particular new territory. I do it again, lingering at her other hole.
“Oh my god,” she says, burying her face in the covers. “That seems so wrong, but ...”
“If it feels good, nothing can be wrong with you, little bird.”
I haven’t forgotten her willingness to let me try to fuck her there. She angles an unsure look back as if she thinks I might suggest it tonight.
“We don’t have what I’d need to prep you for that, don’t worry.” I drag my teeth across her flesh, and she squeals.
“I wasn’t worried,” she says, still perfectly in position as I stand again.
“Curious?”
“Maybe.”
“Did you enjoy my tongue there?”
“Yes.”
I lean over and kiss her shoulder. “Good. Nothing is wrong or off-limits to explore between you and me. You can tell me anything you desire.”
“Have you done it before ...?”
“Anal? No, actually. I don’t need nor expect it from you if you don’t want it. I just find myself going out my mind wanting to claim you in every way you’ll allow me to.”
Ana contemplates. “I want to try sometime.”
I fucking love that about her. Her inquisitiveness and the willingness to push out of her comfort zone in all things. It took her a while to know she could, and now it’s my damn life’s joy to watch her flourish.
“Ready to finish with me?”
She nods against the mattress, and I grip her hips to plunge back inside her. I prop a leg on the bed, so lost to her my existence shatters with bliss. Ana cries so sweetly, hugging herself backward to keep her pretty little ass high for me like a good. Fucking. Girl.
My release is right there, but I don’t think Ana will be able to finish with my cock inside her alone, and this position won’t allow her or me to reach her neglected clit.
It takes all my willpower to pull out, flip her onto her back, and thrust back in. Ana’s gasp of surprise is swallowed by a loud moan when I circle her clit with my thumb, giving it my full focus and tuning into the right motion, right pressure, until her pussy begins to tighten around me like a damn vise.
“That’s it. Come for me, baby.”
We come together, exploding in a tangled mess of ecstasy. I fuck her in deep strokes when she becomes so tight I can barely keep going. I fall over her, trying to reform everything that scattered from me.
Her fingers weave through my hair tenderly while our hearts slam against each other.
“I fucking missed you,” I say, breathless.
“You said that already. But it was better to feel it.”
I kiss her, slipping out of her, and we both shudder. “You’re going to feel it every night. I’m going to have my way with you in places and positions that might scandalize you to hear.”
She bites her lip. “Tell me.”
I shake my head, kissing her throat. “I like collecting your reactions, your specific moans. I have a feeling I haven’t even got to the best of them yet.”
As I ease myself off her, Ana props herself up on her elbows.
“I have ways of surprising you too,” she says.
If she keeps seducing me, she’s going to find herself unable to walk tomorrow as I’m seconds from having at her again.
“You surprise me every day, little bird.”
We’ve quickly found warmth in each other, but I need to at least light the fire. There’s heating in the apartment, but I’ve found spending time by the fire is better.
Stepping in for a quick shower to wash off, Ana joins in behind me.
“Do you want children?” she asks quietly.
The question throws me off-guard.
“You’re not trying to tell me your birth control expired?”
She chuckles, circling her arms around me from behind. “No. It might seem crazy to have the thought right now, but thinking of the future helps me believe we’ll get to see it.”
“Of course we will,” I say. I fucking promise that. “I’ve never given any thought to kids before, to be honest. But with you, I could want that if you did.” When she doesn’t answer, I turn and reach for the soap behind her to read her face. “Do you want children?” I ask.
“I don’t know. I love children. I would adore having yours. But I can’t see it yet. There’s no certain number of years from now or age when I think I’ll be ready. But I’m not ready now—not even close, I don’t think.”
Hope blooms in my gut, the likes of which I’ve never quite felt before. Ana would make an amazing mother, and to see her having my kids would be fulfillment like nothing else. But I’m also sure I would be the luckiest, most satisfied bastard alive just to be hers.
“Whatever you want, baby,” I say, kissing her head. I lather soap in my hands, wanting to feel her soft skin as I wash her. “If it’s just you and me against the world forever, I want that. If you decide fun-size Kaisers should join us, I want that too.”
Ana giggles, and it’s the most precious sound.
“They won’t be fun-size forever.”
“To me they will be, and they’ll know it too.”
Her hazel eyes flick up to me, and I don’t know why pride swells in me with the look she gives. Then her sight falls down as her fingers trace the flat line on my chest. I don’t like the way sadness clouds her expression. More so, I hate how the tattoo doesn’t feel right anymore. I will never forget Sarah, and I don’t wish the tattoo gone; it just seems ... incomplete now.
Then I realize it’s missing a beat. The one in my arms that brought a dead heart back to life.