“That tickles.” She laughs softly and twines her fingers in my hair.
“Not trying to tickle you. Trust me.” I run my middle finger through her slickness, slow and teasing. A hint of what I want to do to her. I stop and trace circles around her clit. Once. Twice. Two trips are all she needs to buck her hips and beg for more.
I push one finger inside her, groaning at how wet she is. My cock jerks, already eager to be surrounded by her. Sliding my palms against her thighs, I open her wider.
I do exactly what I promised and press my face against her pussy, inhaling her scent, then trace my tongue through her slit, stopping to swirl around her clit.
“Oh.” Her thighs quiver and her hands grip my hair tighter.
I pull back and lightly flick the tip of my tongue against her. “Like that?”
“God, yes.”
I circle her clit with my tongue again. Her hips rock forward to meet me. A thousand dirty words I want to whisper come to mind but I can’t take my mouth off of her for a second.
Desperate noises bubble past her lips. Her hands grasp at my hair, my head, anything to get closer. I bear down on her thighs, pinning her like a butterfly. Now that she’s so close, I attack her clit with pure focus. Breathing hard, tearing at my hair, she breaks apart. So wet against my mouth. I’m absolutely drowning in her love, she’s both the current dragging me under and the air in my lungs.
Panting and boneless, she flops against the mattress. Her fingers loosen their grip, but she leaves them resting on my head. I run my hands down her legs, squeezing and kneading, stopping to kiss a few ticklish spots. I ease my sore body next to her, careful with my bad side. Every inch hurts, but I almost take comfort in the aches. It’s pain I’ve earned. For the next few days it’ll be a constant reminder of the crimes I committed tonight. Even when the pain fades, I’ll have another scar. A silent sign of what I’m capable of doing to protect the ones I love.
My throbbing cock is a different matter. I roll myself, hovering and caging her in with my body. She wraps her hands around my biceps, sliding and squeezing.
“Already?” She lifts an eyebrow.
I stare into her eyes. “I need your pretty pink pussy squeezing my cock.”
Her lips part.
“Hmm?” I shift my hips, sliding the tip of my cock through her slickness. “Think you can do that for your man?”
“I’ll do anything for you.” She tilts her hips and spreads her legs wider, making room for me to push inside. I let out a satisfied groan as she gasps. “God, you feel amazing,” she whispers. Her forehead creases. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
I jerk my hips forward, filling her to the hilt.
She squeaks in surprise.
“You tell me.” I lace my fingers over the top of her head to hold her in place while I drive into her.
“Ergh.” She moans an unintelligible noise and plants her heels in the mattress, arching to meet each hard thrust.
Her mouth falls open and her body locks in pleasure. Her pussy clamps hard around my cock. I keep going, riding right through her climax and pushing her into another. I drop my forehead against her shoulder, falling into the pleasure and pain, losing myself in her body. I come inside her in a rush that races down my spine, burying my face against her neck, licking salt from her skin.
Breathing hard I roll to the side. She shifts, snuggling closer, and I curl my arm around her waist. She tilts her head so she can see my face. I use one finger to brush sweaty strands of hair from her cheek.
“I love you,” she whispers, curling her hand around my wrist and bringing it to her lips. “Are you okay?” she asks without shifting her gaze.
She’s not asking about my external injuries.
“I don’t like putting myself in this role of vigilante justice warrior,” I say. “I feel like an asshole even saying it like that but I’m not sure how else to word it.”
She props herself up on one elbow and stares down at me but her gaze is almost distant. “What do you think would’ve happened if we’d just let the cops handle it?”
I frown, unsure of how to answer that question.
“Let’s say Empire PD is actually full of competent individuals.” She slants a look that says she doesn’t believe that’s the case at all. “And they took my brother’s abduction seriously. How long do you think it would’ve taken them to find Carter based on the information Bianca gave them?”
“I don’t know. Merlin never would’ve gone to the cops. And he had the missing pieces of the puzzle.”
“Exactly.” She traces one finger against my stomach. “That hole in your side is from someone shooting at you. Their president beat his own daughter?”
“Yeah.”
“If you hadn’t killed them, do you think they would’ve just gone quietly away? Or would they have kidnapped me next? Or Heidi?”
My jaw tightens.
“Just because you and your club would never go after a daughter, or sister, or nephew, to get to them, doesn’t mean other MCs play by the same rules.” She rests her hand over my heart. “You have honor.” She closes her eyes briefly. “I don’t care what ‘the law’ says. Sometimes, killing your enemies is the only way. I will defend your actions with my last breath, Marcel.”
My breath stutters. She truly sees and understands every part of me—even the sinister ones—and loves me anyway.