Page 137 of Relentles
“You’re everything,” she countered around tears. “You’re every woman’s dream.”
“I don’t want to be every woman’s dream. Just yours. That’s it. I’m everything foryou. Nothin’ matters without you. Not light or air or water. It’s fucked up, but it’s the truth. If you hatin’ on me and gotta leave, just fuckin’ kill me first to save me the agony of a slow death.”
She nodded, still sniffling, still crying.
Her cheeks were flushed, her nose red and runny, and her lips red and inviting. Afraid she might turn her head, he leaned in for a kiss, running his lips along her jaw and tasting the salty tracks of her tears.
She smelled like cherry blossoms and tasted like mint. He could live the rest of his days off her flavor and scent. He’d never tire of kissing her, loving her, and wanting her.
She brought her hands to his face, skirting her fingers along the ridges of his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. He shivered, wanting to take the lead as he did ninety percent of the time-. He didn’t. He had to let her do this her way.
“Christopher,” she whispered.
For the first time in a while, he didn’t know what to do. She looked empty. Swallowing, she glanced away, her tears overflowing again.
“I was so scared.”
“Me, too, Megan. I thought we were going to lose her.”
She blinked. “When I collapsed and started bleeding. I felt the life draining from me.” Her face crumpled. “My blood pressure was dropping. I thought I’d never see you again. I had so much to say to you and the kids. I regretted not getting to do some of the things I’d always dreamed of as a child.”
She’d spent the entirety of her adult life as his wife. Having his babies.
“I wasn’t ready to let go because I had so much left to do.”
He thumbed away her tears. “You survived, Megan. You get to do those things. Whatever they are, baby.” Here was the hard part. “With me or without me.”
She nodded, continuing to avoid his gaze. Breathing became painful for him. Memories of the times when club business took him away from her ran through his mind. He was miserable until he saw her again. The trauma of her kidnapping wasn’t something he thought about much anymore. It left him paranoid. But they always reunited. She always wanted him.
“Megan, baby, please don’t leave me. Please.”
She drew in another deep, shuddering breath and finally looked at him. It finally crystallized in her eyes, her look of love and adoration that sent him fucking flying.
“With you, Christopher. Always. With you.” Shame crossed her face. “I fought for the kids, but I survived because of you. Foryou. If that would’ve happened to me now, after these past few days, I wouldn’t have cared. I would’ve let go. Giving someone that much power over you, life and death, is scary, too.”
Relief hit him so hard, his knees almost buckled. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, and kissed him, grinding against him.
“Make love to me.”
“Are you healed right? The incision and your pussy?”
“Yes.”
He allowed himself to acknowledge his hard cock, pressing against his jeans and aching for his wife. She wore a silk nightgown, allowing for easy access.
Slipping a hand between them, he slid a finger inside her hot hole, testing her readiness. Her slipperiness both relieved and disappointed him. He’d eat her pussy later.
Freeing his cock from the confines of his jeans, he guided the head to her entrance and pushed the tip in.
She sucked in a breath. “I’m fine.”
He remained still a moment, allowing her to adjust to his cock, after not having it in her in almost six weeks.
“Give it all to me,” she told him.
Bracing her against the door, he complied, burying himself to the hilt inside her. They sighed, their breaths mingling, their kisses deep and frantic as he lost himself inside her, her moans and her words electrifying his body and pulsating deep in his balls.
“Come for me, Megan.”
