Page 83 of The Killer Who Kept Me

“Wow, you’re incredible.” He moved closer, and it still didn’t feel close enough. “I want you.”

“Baby, you’ve been through a lot. You need food and rest.”

“I need you.”

Then a knock on the door had Em growling in frustration, and I laughed. “Come in.”

Martha rolled in a cart of food. “Oh, sweet boy, I’m so glad you’re home. I have some fresh bread, made a stew too. Something nice and hearty.”

He sat up and of course smiled at Martha, because how could you not? “Thank you, Martha.”

“Now you two eat up. Leave the cart outside the door.” She winked and left the bedroom.

“See.” Em gestured to where Martha left. “The wink, the universal sign for knowing what is up.”

“Is that right?” I got out of bed and grabbed our plates and the pills. I left the ice for now so he could eat.

“Yes.”

I handed him the pills, and waited for him to take them, then set his food down and sat across from him on the bed with my own. We ate in silence, and every few seconds Em glanced at mewith a mischievous glimmer in his eye. Aside from the bruising, you wouldn’t know all he’d been through.

“You’re a minx,” I said after we were done. I placed our dirty dishes on the cart and rolled it to the hallway.

“Your minx.” There was a vulnerability to his statement.

I stalked over to him, and once I reached the bed, I crawled over to him until I was completely hovering.

“You’re mine completely.”

His face brightened, and he wrapped his arms around my neck. “And you’re mine.”

“One hundred percent.”

He pulled me close, and I went gladly. I could get lost in Em. His tongue slid beside mine, and I felt how hard he was when I gently rested atop him.

“Mmm, more,” he begged so prettily.

“Are you sure?”

“Never been more sure, Saros. I want you, please.”

Stripping Em was like unwrapping a present I’d been dying to get. Each sliver of skin that appeared, I kissed or licked. By the time we were naked, I was desperate to be inside him.

I took the lube out of the nightstand and placed it beside him. He tried to sit up, but I gently pushed him down.

“You lie back, and let me love on you, Em. I want you just as badly as you want me. I won’t hurt you, so this happens only if you do it my way.”

He reached up and cupped my cheek. “Okay.”

I kissed along his chest, licking lightly over his navel, earning a chuckle. I pushed his legs open and buried my face in the crease between his cock and thigh. This was my oxygen, my life.

“You’re killing me.”

I laughed and slipped his dick into my mouth, holding him in place when he arched up. I sucked him until both of us almost came undone. I reached for the lube, poured it on my fingers,and tenderly pushed one in his hole, loving how he moaned and begged for more.

“I got you,” I whispered against his lips as I added more, pumping into him. Precome dripped from his hard cock, and he shook with the need to come.

I removed my fingers, slathered up my dick, and finally pushed inside him. His eyes locked with mine, his legs wrapped around my waist as he chased his orgasm. I pushed, he pulled, and then we were both coming.

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