Page 41 of Straight, No Chaser
Mine.
Always fucking mine.
I still, letting her adjust to me if that's even fucking possible, and shove my mouth against her ear. She trembles underneath me, heavy breaths tickling my hair. Trying to ride out the pain. "I love you Molly. You're going to be my wife. I'm going to fill your belly with my babies so every other jealous motherfucker who wants you knows I've been here and they never will. Only me."
Fingertips clench my scalp, tugging my hair, but I'm not finished yet. One more thing she needs to understand. "If any bastard ever tries to touch you again, I will fucking kill him. You are mine. You belong to me."
Her sweet body responds to my words, hips lifting to meet mine. But I take it slow. Small thrusts that feel like I'm battling through quicksand with her pussy clenching so fucking tight around me. Sweat stings my back resisting every instinct to drive deeper and harder. The first time I’ve ever fucked without a condom, knowing that I’m absolutely clean from the tests I was forced to take after Rachael’s death.
My gut twists at the memory. But I push all that fucking bullshit out my head and focus on Molly. My angel. My fucking world now. So fucking amazing to feel her sweet heaven totally engulf my cock and my heart.
I reach between us and stroke the last few inches of my dick that won't fit inside her delicate body. Feeling the moisture sliding over the slick skin. When I pull my hand up, it's just what I expect. She meets my gaze, her chest heaving with expectation. Shame lines her forehead from the red covering my fingers. Before she can speak, I rub her blood on my chest, marking my pounding heart. "You give yourself to me - the fucking greatest gift I could ever receive."
She nods, and bites her quivering lip. I reach over and dig through my shit strewn across the nightstand from when we checked in. Panic flashes across her face when I pick up my knife. "Never you angel. You don't ever fucking have to worry about that."
She flinches when I flip out the blade and shakes her head. Horror widening her huge blue eyes. She grabs my wrist. "No, don't do it."
No match for my strength, I actually welcome her touch on my blazing skin. I lift my arm and together we slowly slice through the tat hidden under her essence. A line of crimson fills the gorge, my blood seeping into hers. Mixed and unable to separate. Just like us. "I belong to you now too."
"Yes."
All the worry fades away, and I toss my weapon onto the carpet. Threading my hands back through her silky hair, I thrust again. She answers without hesitation, slow but unwavering. Tilting her head back from the pressure of my fist yanking the long strands, she moans for the first time as I kiss down her slender throat. Entangling her softness with my hardness.
I can't hold back. Pumping into her again and again. Overcome with a primal urge I can't even comprehend. Wired in my genes to drive deep and hard without stopping. No doubt or fear. Just me making her mine.
I’m not going to last much longer. Not with this beauty clutching me to her pulsing body. Breathless mews of pleasure pushing me to the edge. I know she’s ready too. “Come with me angel.”
“I-I’m not on the pill or anything.”
Fucking perfect. “You don’t need to be. I've got you.”
With my approval, she spasms against me, crying out my name. In return, I explode inside her, coming harder than I ever have before. My entire body flexes, every coiled muscle, every pump of my heart, every drop of blood in my veins directed to forcing my seed as far into her as possible. Wracking my body to utter exhaustion. "Damn, I fucking love you."
She finds my mouth, sucking in my tongue while we both ride out the waves. Salty bitterness on my lips from her own emotional release. Fuck me for making her cry.
"I love you too."
Dropping to my shoulder, I roll her with me. Caging her in with my arms and my cock. Holding her tight while her breathing returns to normal. She's not fucking going anywhere.
Feather light touches trail over my back while gentle kisses press against our dried blood on my chest. Coupled just like we are. No beginning or end.
"Did you mean what you said?"
I know exactly what she asks. Worried that I made a bunch of empty promises just because my dick was inside her. "Yeah, baby girl. Every fucking word."
She snuggles closer, a sleepy smile gracing her delicate face. Sated physically and mentally. And for the first time ever, so am I.
13
Chapter Thirteen
Ineed to piss. I need to check the messages blowing up my phone. I need to haul ass back to Chicago and ramp the team for Creed's downfall. But I can't do a damn thing except stare at her beautiful face tucked against my bicep. The muscle twitching like the rest of me with the insatiable need to roll her on her back and fill her sweet pussy again.
But I know she has to be sore. And exhausted. So I let her sleep after climbing back into the bed. Welcoming her contented sigh when she cuddles against me again. Hoping she'll feel the same way about the huge rock I slide onto her elegant finger. Eighteen carat white oval surrounded by black pave diamonds. My darkness to her light. Perfect. She may have felt doubt before she drifted off, but I'm going to make damn sure there isn't any when she wakes.
A soft rumble growls in her belly. Already eight am our time. No wonder she's hungry. By now she'd be eating breakfast with Eli. Maybe me too if I was working from home. I stroke across her flat stomach. Imagining the baby that might already be developing underneath the cashmere skin. That's fucking sexy. I've never really thought about pregnant chicks one way or the other. But to think of her rounded with my son or daughter, her gorgeous tits swollen in anticipation. A cute waddle when she searches the kitchen to feed her cravings for pickles or ice cream or pineapple. I want to be there for all of that. Be a part of everything.
Her newly ringed fingers thread through mine, and she releases a soft moan as she stretches. A contented smile curling her lips before she opens her eyes. Already happy. Already making me rock hard.
