Page 103 of Vengeful Union

When I just sniffle against his skin, he brings my face up to his and cups it, making me look at him.

“I’ll protect you, Lara. I swear it.”

“I know you will.” I take a shaky breath and feel a little better.

Rory kisses me, pressing his mouth to mine and pulling me even closer.

I’m surprised when he slides his tongue into my mouth, but not unwilling.

I always want him close to me, and now that I know he feels the same way, I can’t help myself from expressing it.

“I love you, Rory,” I whisper as he pulls away to nip at my neck, leaving little marks along my skin.

He looks up at me with bloodshot eyes and smiles softly. It makes him look boyish and ten years younger when he smiles at me like that, makes my heart race.

“I love you, too, honey.” With that, he slides his hand down between my legs, brushing his fingertips against my lower lips and then delving two of them inside, knuckle deep.

He groans when I moan and rock against his fingers. “Eager girl.”

“Please,” I whimper, needing him so badly I can barely stand it.

I need to feelsomethingother than scared, need to know that we’re both alive after all the violence and death.

Rory hums a growl in the back of his throat and puts his hands on my hips, turning me to face the wall.

I brace my palms on the tile and arch my back, placing my feet further apart in the bathtub and trying not to slip.

Rory slides his fingers back into me, pumping them in and out, and my head hangs down as I pant, getting closer and closer to my peak.

He doesn’t let up, just thrusting them deeper, and a cry of his name falls from my lips as I go over the edge, my thighs trembling.

He groans softly before removing his fingers, too soon, so that I whine at how empty I feel. He doesn’t give me much time to feelthat way, though, guiding himself into me and burying himself to the hilt.

I gasp, rolling my hips back against him, and Rory’s achingly still.

When I turn my head so I can see his face, he’s gritting his teeth, watching my ass and hips as they jiggle against him.

“That’s it, honey,” he rasps. “Make yourself come all over my cock.”

I flush red at his dirty words, my heart galloping in my chest.

I bite down hard on my lip when I start to clench around him again.

Rory moans, his fingers digging into my hips as he pulls me back against him, finally starting to thrust in and out of me instead of letting me do the work.

I’m grateful because my thighs are shaking, and I can barely hold myself upright, the adrenaline from the violence and now the sex the only thing keeping me from giving into mental and physical exhaustion.

I choke out a moan, my orgasm seeming to go on forever while Rory keeps up the pace, his hips stuttering after a long moment and a few more strokes.

He spills hot inside me, and I nearly collapse against the shower tile.

Rory chuckles in between catching his breath, pulling out of me, and puling me close, my bare back against his chest. He kisses along my neck and shoulder, biting down gently at the juncture between them.

“Feel better?”

I murmur my agreement, but it comes out jumbled, my body going limp in his arms.

Rory kisses along my jawline, making quick work of washing us off, not bothering to shampoo my hair. It’ll stick out all over the place in the morning, but I don’t care. I just want to be with Rory, wrapped up in his arms so I don’t have to think about anything else.

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