Chapter 23
Colt
Finally, we are alone. As much as I love the guys, being alone with Amara has become my favorite thing in the world since the first moment I laid eyes on her.
“I missed you,” I whisper against her ear, dragging her closer to me.
“Missed me?” she asks. “How can you—”
I’m so fucking in love with that sexy voice, but right now… right now I need her to close that pretty mouth of hers and kiss me for the love of God.
I pull her closer and smash my lips against hers, cradling her jaw with one hand while the other disappears straight into her beautiful hair.
She doesn’t protest.
Such a good witch.
Instead, she moans against my lips.
Fucking hell, woman.
You are driving me insane.
I let go of her hair and slide my hand over her thigh, pushing the hem of her dress higher inch by inch.
“What are you doing?” Her eyes widen in panic. “We have company. We can’t.”
Honestly, she’s so fucking adorable when she’s being this innocent.
“My love, this is 2026. People aren’t hiding themselves anymore,” I tell her as my hand slips between her legs, gently parting them.
She gasps and immediately tries to push my hand away.
“This is rude of us. They could catch us in the act.”
I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear and smile.
“They know what’s gonna happen, love. That’s why they left.”
My gaze drifts to the watch around my wrist.
“Do you really think they’re sleepy at seven o’clock?” I laugh.
She looks at my watch, then back at me, and slowly a wicked smile spreads across her lips.
“My… that’s so generous of them.”
She grabs the front of my shirt and yanks me forward until I fall on top of her, landing on her back against the wooden floor with a soft laugh.
“Then let’s not lose any more time, shall we?”
Her hand immediately reaches the bulge beneath my pants, wrapping around my painfully hard cock.
“Fuck,” I breathe as pleasure shoots straight through me.
I lower my head until my mouth brushes the sweet skin of her neck, licking and biting it with pure fucking hunger.
“Where have you been all my life?” I murmur between kisses.
She lets out what I can only describe as a polite giggle.
“Well… I’ve been here for centuries. I was probably just waiting for you to be born.”
Then she pulls me into another kiss, her teeth catching my lower lip just enough to make my eyes roll back.
While she keeps kissing me, her hands work my belt with effortless precision. A second later it’s open.
She slides those sexy fingers inside my boxers, wraps her hand around my cock, and gives it a slow squeeze.
I moan straight into her mouth, instinctively pushing my hips forward.
“You know I’m already obsessed with you, right?” I ask before finding my way back to her neck, savoring every inch of her delicate skin.
“I don’t blame you, my dear,” she teases.
Her hand guides my cock toward her entrance. Then she lifts both legs around my waist, locking me in place on top of her.
“Be a good boy,” she murmurs, tightening her legs around my waist. “Come… have your wicked way with me.”
The order catches me completely off guard.
“I’ll definitely have to teach you dirty talk after this,” I chuckle, letting her guide me inside her wet cunt.
The second my cock sinks into her pussy, I swear I fucking come back to life.
We both moan at the exact same time, the feeling of being connected again hitting us like a punch to the chest.
Fucking hell.
Her pussy is so fucking amazing.
I start moving slowly, thrusting in and out of her in a slow, punishing rhythm while my lips never leave her neck.
As I move, I hook my fingers beneath the short sleeves of her dress, easing the fabric down her shoulders until her beautiful breasts spill free.
I cup one in my hand, giving it a light squeeze that earns another soft moan. Then I lean down, circle my tongue around her hard nipple, licking and sucking it while my cock keeps moving slowly inside her cunt.
She starts rolling her hips against me, silently telling me the rhythm needs to change.
Ohhh boyyy…
I fucking do.
I give her nipple a good bite, making her jolt beneath me, then straighten, never leaving her pussy.
Still buried deep inside her, I shift onto my knees and slide my hands around her waist before lifting her off the floor.
Only her head and the top of her back remain against the wooden boards while everything from her waist down is held effortlessly in my arms.
“Oh… Lord,” she manages between shaky breaths.
“No lord here, my love.” I grin. “Only a fucked up killer.”
Then I start fucking her with pure, primal need.
My hips slam as fast as they’ll go, driving deeper inside her with every single thrust. Her upper body glides across the floor with each hard movement, her hair spreading around her in every direction as she throws both hands into it, grabbing fistfuls while helpless moans spill from her lips.
“Fuckkk…”
“That’s more like it, gorgeous.”
I pull my cock out just long enough to turn her around.
I don’t leave her like that for long. I grab her waist again, lifting her hips until she’s balanced on her elbows before pressing one hand firmly against the small of her back, arching her exactly how I want her.
Fuck.
Best doggy style everrrr!
I drive back inside her in one hard thrust.
“That’s it, love. Fuck… you’re so tight.”
I can’t stop myself from slapping her ass every now and then, each smack earning another cry from her lips. At this point she’s completely forgotten we have five assassins somewhere inside this house with us, too lost in pleasure to give a single fuck.
“Yesss! Yes, Colt! Don’t you dare stop!” she orders.
“Forgive me, my love,” I murmur.
She frowns, opening her mouth to ask what I mean, but I don’t give her the chance.
I plant one foot firmly against the floor, grip both of her shoulders, and pull—hard.
I shift my weight, the new angle driving me impossibly deep inside her.
Her cry changes instantly, pleasure laced with a sharp sting, and I’m already about to loosen my grip when her voice reaches me between every thrust.
“Do…”
I thrust again.
“…not…”
Another.
“…dare…”
Another thrust.
“…stop.”
Goddamn.
She is fucking perfect.
“Do me a favor,” I pant, every word broken by the force of my hips. “Call my name.”
She tries to turn her head to look at me, but another deep thrust steals both the movement and her breath.
“Yes… Colt…Fuck me.”
“That’s it, babe,” I growl, unable to stop smiling. “Keep going.”
“Colt… yesss… Colt… faster!”
“Yeah, love.” I groan, completely losing myself inside her. “Take it. Take it all.”
I slam into her one last time before emptying myself as deep inside her as I possibly can.
For a few seconds, neither of us moves. The only sound filling the room is the ragged rhythm of our breathing.
Slowly, she melts onto her stomach, her cheek resting against the wooden floor while I remain behind her, trying to remember how the fuck breathing works.
I trail my hand down her spine with slow, lazy strokes until I reach her face, brushing the strands of hair away from her flushed cheeks.
“You are so fucking perfect, my love.”
She slowly pushes herself onto her elbows and turns to look at me.
A small smile touches her lips, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.
“I will probably regret this for centuries,” she says so quietly I almost miss it.
The words hit me like a punch. Every trace of satisfaction disappears.
“What?” I ask immediately, moving beside her. “What happened, Amara?”
“I…”
She looks away for a heartbeat.
“I…”
Then those gorgeous green eyes find my mismatched ones again.
Fuck.
I could spend the rest of my life getting lost in those eyes.
“I love you.” The words leave my mouth before I even realize I’ve spoken them.
I lean forward and press a kiss against her forehead.
For a long moment, she simply stares at me. Then she smiles. Tiny tears begin to gather in the corners of her eyes.
“My love…” I whisper, gently cupping her cheek. “Why are you crying?”
She lets out the softest laugh, one that sounds heartbreakingly happy.
“Those are happy tears, my darling,” she says.
Her fingertips brush against my face so carefully it’s almost as if she’s afraid I’ll disappear.
“And…”
She takes a shaky breath.
“I love you too.”