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Finn

“That’s a fucking rude thing to say after someone tells you they love you, Finn,” Alessia growls. “You know what? Never—”

Before she can finish her sentence, I slam my mouth to hers. My wife’s lips part immediately for me. Not that she’s ever one to deny me, even if she is in the middle of telling me off.

I pull away from her tempting lips and tilt my head toward the ceiling. “She finally admits it,” I exclaim. Looking back into her deep-green eyes, I hold her stare as I rest my forehead against hers. “I love you, too.” I pepper her face and mouth with little pecks, and she laughs.

“God, you’re ridiculous.”

But I don’t stop. I’ll never stop wanting my lips all over my wife, making her giggle, making her sigh, making her scream my name when I bring her body to heights of unimaginable pleasure. Every ruthless and bloody part of me is laid at her feet. Every piece that’s wild and fierce matches the pieces of her she’s never allowed anyone else to have.

“My heart, my loyalty, and my life are yours, Alessia. I’ll burn down this entire fucking world if it means you’re safe, and I’ll kiss you in the ashes. You’re mine, and I’ll honor that until my dying breath.”

“You’re quite the poet, husband.”

A smirk tilts my lips, matching the one she wears. “Well, I am Irish, after all.”

The scrubs she’s wearing hang loosely on her frame. We haven’t showered, have barely eaten and probably need a good night’s sleep. We’re about to go to war, but the only thing I need in this moment is to slide into my wife’s tight heat, to claim her and be claimed by her.

My hand trails under her baggy shirt and my finger finds the tie holding her pants around her waist. I grab one end and pull the knot loose.

“Here?” she asks with a breathless exhale.

“I can’t wait another second.”

Ripping the shirt over her head, I yank the lace covering her puckered nipples down and attach my mouth to the tight bud. Alessia’s nails score through my short hair as she lets out a gasp of surprise. The scrub pants have fallen to the floor, but they’re still around her ankles. I grab Alessia around the waist and set her on the counter, my cock hard and straining against the same type of shapeless pants she was wearing. When our lips collide, it’s a frenzied kiss of lashing tongues and needy moans.

“I need you inside me, Finn,” she says, bringing her hand to the tie on my pants and yanking the knot loose. My pants fall to my ankles, and I grab my cock in one hand, moving her soaked panties to the side with the other.

“I swear I’ll take my time with you later, wife.”

Pushing in hard and fast, both of us let out loud groans of pleasure as I start fucking her on the shelf that holds ammunition for the guns behind her. A small box of bullets meant for a .22 falls from the shelf and spills across the floor, but we don’t stop. We can’t stop. The need for each other is too strong to care about the mess we’re making all around us. I need to remind her she’s alive and safe and here. Hell, I need the reminder just as much right now. It’s been a horrible fucking day, and we’re about to face more of the same, but here, in this moment, the only thing that matters is the all-consuming love I have for my wife. She’s burrowed herself into every part of my being, and I’ll be damned if she ever gets free from me.

My forehead presses to hers, and her eyes squeeze shut as the walls of her slick pussy flutter around my shaft, letting me know she’s as close to release as I am.

“Open your eyes,” I demand.

Her green gaze snaps to mine and the intensity I find there undoes me before I slam into her again, letting go. Her orgasm rips through her and she lets out a yell as she comes hard around me, digging her nails into the skin at my hips.

“Fuck,” I bellow as all my senses are narrowed down to the singular feeling of coming inside Alessia. Nothing else exists here except me and her. There is no outside world, there is no war, or people we love being hurt. There’s just us in the place we’ve carved for ourselves and the soul-deep love and respect we’ve found in each other.

My gaze never breaks from hers as my movements slow before stilling inside of her.

“That was…” She exhales, trying to catch her breath.

“That was us.” I kiss her swollen lips again. When I pull away, she looks ready to fall asleep where she’s sitting on the counter. I may be a selfish asshole for needing to bury myself in her body, but if the events of the last twenty-four hours have proven anything, it’s that our lives could turn into tragedy on a dime. I, for one, am a firm believer in grabbing on to the good every chance I get. And my wife is everything good and right in our fucked-up world.

“Let’s go upstairs.” My lips brush against her sweaty forehead.

Alessia grunts as I set her down on shaky legs before I pull her pants back up, tying the knot again.

I find her shirt and slide it back on her, unfortunately covering all the delicious skin I need to spend the next several hours running my hands over. When she lets out a loud yawn, I have the distinct feeling my plans are going to have to wait.

“Sorry,” she says as I pull my own pants back into place.

“Why? You’ve had a hell of a day. Let’s take a shower and get some sleep.”

“There’s so much to do, Finn. We need to—”

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