Page 24 of Stalking His Assassin

He collapses on top of me, breathing heavily. I cling to him as a maelstrom of pleasure and emotion crashes through me. We lie like that for several long moments as we catch our breath. When he tries to move off me, I tighten my grip on him, not ready for him to leave me yet. I feel like if he were to walk away from me right now, I would fall apart.

“Don’t go…”

“Just getting something to clean up,” he murmurs.

I shake my head and keep my tight hold on him.

“Okay, love. I won’t go anywhere.”

He rolls so our positions are reversed. I let out a happy sigh when he starts running his hand up and down my back. For once, my mind is blissfully quiet. I’m more relaxed and calmer than I’ve ever been. I feel like Christos has me. As long as he’s here, I’m safe. Not just physically, but emotionally too. It’s a luxury I’ve never had before, and I’m determined to soak in every bit of this moment.

“You okay, little wolf?”

“I’m perfect,” I say dreamily.

He chuckles and kisses the top of my head. “Did I hurt you?” he asks, worry tinging his tone.

I mentally assess my body for injury like I would after a fight. My body feels sated and limp. There’s a soreness between my legs, but nothing unbearable. It’s a pleasant feeling because it’s a reminder of the earth-shattering experience we just shared.

“I’m good.”

He makes a noise of disbelief and disappointment, like he knows I’m holding back.

“I’m a little sore, but it’s a good sore. I like it…”

“Good girl. Don’t hide anything from me. I want to know everything. I can’t take care of you if you hide even the little things.”

“I’m sorry… I don’t know how to do this…” I admit.

He kisses the top of my head. “It’s all right, love. We’ll figure it out together. This is new for both of us.”

We slip into silence, just soaking each other in. I can already tell this will be my favorite part of keeping Christos. I’ve never been close to another person like this. Harper is a hugger, and I allow it, but it’s never felt comfortable like this. I feel like I could crawl inside Christos and still not be close enough.

I worry that I’ve lost my mind. How did we go from stalking each other all over the world to cuddling naked in bed? It’s been less than a day since Tomas dropped Christos on my doorstep, yet it feels like we’ve always been like this. Maybe this is what it’s like when people are meant to be together.

I’ve never given much thought to romance, let alone soulmates, but now I’m questioning if it’s possible for two people to be destined for each other. We’ve obviously been drawn to each other for a long time. He wouldn’t have followed me all over the world in an attempt to catch me, and I wouldn’t have tormented him by leaving him a gift when he failed if we weren’t.

I hear the warning bells trying to insert themselves into my warm, fuzzy thoughts. My body is languid, and my heart feels like it’s been peeled open and offered up on a platter for Christos to devour. I’ve never been so vulnerable, yet I have no desire to slow down and use caution.

I think that Tomas was correct when he said it’s been decided. I’m pretty sure it was decided in that alley four years ago when I let Christos live. No one else would have been given that courtesy. Maybe it started when he showed me kindness as a little girl. Either way, I’m drawn to him as much as he’s drawn to me.

“Why don’t we take a bath?” Christos asks after several quiet minutes of us just soaking each other up.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to decline, but I bite it back. Why shouldn’t we soak together in my big tub? I hardly use it because it feels like a waste. The thought of climbing into a steamy bath with Christos is more than a little appealing.

“Will you wash my back?”

“No.”

Hot disappointment fills me at his denial. “Oh… Okay,” I say, doing a piss-poor job of hiding my disappointment.

“I’m going to wash all of you, little wolf. I’m going to run my soapy hands all over your sexy body until you’re begging me to make you come.”

He gives me a gentle kiss, then walks buck naked to the bathroom with zero shame. Not that he should feel shame. His body is a work of art. His ass is two firm globes that I want to sink my teeth into. The idea excites me… a lot.

The sound of running water echoes in the bathroom, tempting me to follow him. I debate on if I should put something on to cover up. I’m waffling with indecision—something that is not like me—when he calls out to me.

“Quit overthinking and get your sexy ass in here.”

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