Page 68 of Infected By Virus

“Sunny,” he breathed at her neck. Nipping and sucking as she guided him home.

Home.

He was finally home, and he’d be damned if he gave anyone another chance to destroy his home.

There was nothing hurried about their lovemaking. It wasn’t even about reaching their climax, it was about connection. He could feel it. Rae didn’t wake him up because she wanted to get off. No, she needed reassurance. She needed home, too.

“Stay with me, Rae,” he begged one last time before his pleas became orders.

“No dating. No dragging your feet. We’re a family and that’s final.”

The slow rhythm of his hips remained steady despite the emotions welling up inside of him.

“I mean it, Ailene. I won’t … can’t lose you or Adam. I won’t survive it. Say yes.”

Rae said nothing, just continued pushing her ass toward him as he languidly pushed forward. The woman was maddening.

With the arm tucked under her, he gripped her throat, pulling her head back against him roughly. Pulling back his hips, he pistoned them forward, burying himself to the hilt and stilling there, holding her against him with the hand on her pussy.

“Fucking say it, Rae. You’re not moving an inch until you admit you belong with me.” He growled.

“Please?” she begged. He held her tighter with both hands, not sure what she was begging for. Begging to keep going, begging them to let her go. He’d be damned if either was going to happen. He needed her to say it more than he needed to breathe.

“Stop being so damn stubborn and fucking say it.” He pulled back and thrust violently into her and stilled again. She gasped.

“You love my stubborn streak.” She panted.

“Not right now, I don’t. Tell me, Rae.” He was back to begging.

Finally, she put him out of his misery with one word.

“Family.”

Relief flooded his entire body like an adrenaline dump. Pulling back enough to shift their position, he came up on his knees, pulling her hips up with the arm at her waist.

Repositioning himself, he thrust into her again. With a hand at her head keeping her upper body pinned down, and one at her hip, he pummeled into her with such force he feared he might hurt her, but he couldn’t stop.

When Rae cried out in pleasure, he followed her. Collapsing in a heap, he rolled off her and she curled into him in that familiar way that made his chest swell.

Lazily rubbing the smooth skin of her bare back was second nature to him. This—all of this—was. Thinking back, he didn’t know how he managed without her for almost seven years.

He dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “Do you still think I infect everything I touch?” That statement had stuck with him because she wasn’t wrong. He had infected everything he touched back then.

“Yes,” she answered a little too quickly for his liking. “But not in a bad way like mono, but in a good way like … um, well.”

“Yeah, well, what?” he teased. “There is no good way to infect something, Rae,” he said with feigned annoyance.

“Yes, there is.” Rae levered up from his chest and looked at him. Those eyes, those deep blue eyes, held him prisoner. “Laughter is infectious. So is happiness and?—”

“And?”

“And love.” Rae always knew what he needed to hear.

“So, I’m a love Virus?”

Her answer was a laugh and a slap to his chest.

Pulling her on top of him, he entered her with a single thrust.

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