26. Chapter 26 #3
He groaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through my entire body. His hands slid down to the hem of my skirt, bunching the fabric up until he reached the lace of my panties. He didn't bother sliding them off; he simply hooked two fingers into the waistband and ripped them aside.
The first touch of his fingers against my soaking wet pussy made me gasp, my head snapping back against the wall.
He found my clit instantly, rubbing it with a heavy, rhythmic pressure that sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core.
I arched my back, grinding my pelvis against his hand, sobbing his name into the crook of his neck.
"You're so wet for me," he rasped, his voice thick and ruined. "God, Caroline, you're dripping."
He shifted his weight, fumbling with his belt and zipper with a frantic energy.
I helped him, my hands shaking as I freed his cock from his trousers.
It sprang out, thick and pulsing, the head already glistening.
I reached down, wrapping my fingers around the hot, heavy length of him, squeezing tight.
He let out a choked sound, his eyes closing as he leaned his forehead against mine.
He didn't waste another second. He gripped my thighs, pulling them wider, and guided his head to my opening. He pushed inside me in one slow, devastating thrust.
I screamed into his shoulder, my internal muscles clamping tight around him.
He was huge, filling every inch of me, stretching me open until I felt like I might break, but it was the most incredible sensation I had ever known.
It wasn't just sex; it was an anchor. He was pinning me to the earth, reminding me that I was alive, that I was flesh and blood, and that I belonged to him.
Colt began to move, pulling back until he was almost out before slamming back in. The sound of our bodies colliding—the wet, slapping noise of skin on skin—filled the silence of the alley. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, wanting to merge our skin into one.
Every thrust was a violent reclamation. He fucked me with a raw, primal intensity, his hips hammering into mine with a force that knocked the breath from my lungs.
I met every plunge, tilting my pelvis to take him deeper, craving the way he hit my cervix, the way he seemed to reach into the very center of my soul.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice a rough growl.
I opened my eyes, finding his. His gaze was predatory and worshipful all at once.
He saw everything—the fear, the love, the desperation—and he swallowed it all.
He sped up, his movements becoming shorter, faster, more frantic.
I felt the tension building in my lower belly, a coil of heat tightening until it was unbearable.
I began to shake, my walls pulsing around him in rhythmic waves. I felt the first spark of the orgasm ignite, and then it exploded. I cried out, my body convulsing as a violent climax ripped through me, my pussy gripping his cock in a series of tight, desperate spasms.
The feeling of my release triggered his own. Colt let out a loud, guttural roar, his body stiffening as he buried himself deep inside me one last time. I felt the hot, thick jets of his cum pumping into me, filling me up, marking me from the inside out.
He stayed there for a long time, buried deep, his chest heaving against mine. We stayed locked together, the only two people left in a world that wanted to tear us apart, clinging to each other as the adrenaline slowly faded, leaving behind a heavy, shimmering peace.
Afterward, I lay with my cheek against Colt’s chest while his fingers moved slowly through my hair.
Neither of us spoke for a long time.
The security system still hummed.
The guards still moved outside.
The world had not become safer because we had finally said the words.
I knew better than that.
But Colt’s heartbeat was steady beneath my ear.
Alive.
Real.
“I meant it,” he said quietly.
I smiled against his skin. “Which part?”
His fingers paused.
“All of it.”
I lifted my head.
The vulnerability was still there.
Not as sharp now.
But present.
“I know.”
“I’m still scared.”
“So am I.”
“I still don’t know what today means.”
“You don’t have to know tonight.”
His gaze searched mine.
I touched the raw skin across his knuckles.
“Tomorrow, you call whoever you need to call. You tell them the truth about what happened out there and how it felt.”
Colt nodded slowly.
“And tonight?”
I settled against him again.
“Tonight, you stay.”
His arm tightened around me.
This time, when silence filled the room, I did not mistake it for peace.
Peace was too simple a word.
What I felt was harder earned than that.
Colt had come back to me carrying blood, fear, and a truth he had spent months refusing to name.
I had not fixed him.
He had not saved me.
We had simply stopped pretending that loving each other required either of us to be whole first.
Outside, the threat remained.
Marcus remained.
Xtinction remained.
Tomorrow would bring plans and security briefings and the consequences of everything that happened on the highway.
But tonight, Colt was here.
I was here.
And for the first time, neither of us was afraid to say why.