Page 48 of Kilo's Edge

He followed me down onto the bed, and I welcomed him with open arms. “Mercy,” he growled, “don’t run from me. Whatever happens, stay.” I nodded. “You’re mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours, Kilo.”

“And I’m yours,” he told me, his brown eyes staring into mine.

If staying here meant dying, I’d rather have a short life and live it with him than run and have to leave him behind. I’d send Mama and Carmen away if need be, but I wasn’t going anywhere without Kilo. I never thought I’d find love like this. Sure, there were many who would say that this was sudden and too soon, but my heart recognized this for exactly what it was. Kilo was my person. The one man who made life worth living.

He kissed me and I sighed into his mouth. The way my body and soul responded to him was too perfect to ignore. His hands roamed over my body, setting every nerve ending on fire. Soon his mouth was on my skin, his teeth grazing me as his tongue licked, tasted, and devoured.

“Let me hear you, Baby,” he growled. “I want to hear how good I make you feel.” His hands were stripping my clothes from me as he spoke and soon I was naked and spread out for him.

His head dipped between my thighs and when his tongue flicked over my clit, I cried out. The noises fell from my lips unbidden as he brought me right up to the edge and held me there.

“Oh my God,” I moaned, my hands fisting the sheets. “I need to come. Please, Kilo.”

“Hearing you say my name like that makes me so fucking hard,” he groaned. His fingers sank into me and he sucked on my clit.

I exploded, screaming, as the pleasure tore through me.

He rose over me, his cock in his hand. He grabbed a condom and put it on before settling between my thighs. “I want to make you come over and over,” he told me. We both groaned as he sank into my body. “Watching your face when you orgasm is the sexiest fucking thing.”

“Kilo,” I breathed. “More,” I demanded. The last thing I wanted to do was talk. I wanted to fly. He was the only who’d ever made me feel as though I could.

He chuckled and began to move. Each thrust filled me, the angle causing his pelvis to rub my clit. I gasped and dug my nails into his back, lifting my hips to meet him thrust for thrust.

“Come for me, Mercy. I want to feel you clench around me.”

“Yes,” I groaned, arching as his fingers pinched and rolled my nipple.

“I want your screams of pleasure to be the last thing I hear before I fall asleep. I want your pussy wrapped around my cock when I wake up in the morning. Every goddamn morning,” he growled.

“I want that too,” I cried. “Yes!” I screamed as he fucked me hard and fast.

“That’s it, Mercy. Come. I want to feel it.”

I did as he commanded and shattered beneath him. His own growls of pleasure were muffled as waves of bliss crashed over me. And then I was floating. Tucked up against his body, safe, and content, I just let go. It was a strange thing to have this peaceful calm feeling once again after four years of anxiety and fear. Even in the best of times over the last four years, I’d been watchful and suspicious.

Kilo had broken down every one of my walls and had taught me that I could trust him. I’d started to think I wouldn’t ever trust anyone ever again. Not enough to let them get close to me anyway. I was so grateful that I hadn’t lost that ability completely. That I’d met him.

“What do you want to do today?” he asked as he trailed his fingers up and down my spine.

“Can we go shooting again?”

He chuckled. “A girl after my own heart. Yeah, we can.”

I smiled against his chest and stifled a yawn. “Maybe after we take a nap?”

“That depends.”

“On what?” I asked, looking up at his face.

“You going to be here when I wake up?” he teased.

I smiled at him. “Yeah. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead and I listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat. I wondered how I’d gotten so lucky. Despite all the shitty things in my life so far, I must have gained some kind of good karma for fate to throw us together. Now all I could do was hope that we’d make it out the other side unscathed. Kruzman wasn’t going to make this easy. He wouldn’t just let me go. Later, I’d ask Kilo what the plan was. But for now, I just wanted to bask in the euphoric afterglow of being with the man I loved.

CHAPTER 20

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