Page 57 of Rescued By the Convicts
“The bleeding’s stopped,” he said as he opened the tube and pressed the cloudy gel onto his forefinger. As gently as he could, he applied the medicine to each new wound. These scars were his fault. He hadn’t done his job, the only job he truly had. Fuck The Company and his mission, he should have protected her.
“Zev, are you okay?” she said, turning, her face filled with concern,for him.
He capped the tube and tossed it into the med-kit. “I’m fine. There’s clothing in the bedroom. Men’s and women’s. Take whatever you need.”
As he turned to leave, she caught hold of his wrist. He couldn’t face her. “Please don’t, Melina. I’ve done enough damage.”
Her hand moved up his arm as she stepped in front of him and waited for him to face her.
He’d never seen such beauty in a person before, beyond her bright green eyes, long dark hair, and sensuous lips. Patient, forgiving, strong. . . and so much more, his Melina.
He needed to leave before he became too attached—moreattached—to her.
She stepped closer. Her scent, the very way her eyes caressed him, kept him from moving. The soft skin of her fingertips brushed his lips. God, he wanted to taste her.
“Mel. . .”
“Shh.”
“I need to walk away, before—”
Her lips replaced her fingers, gliding over his lower lip, teasing and tempting him as her hands skimmed down his ribs and over his hips. He needed to touch her, to feel the softness of her skin beneath his fingers, his mouth, his body. Once he started, though, he wouldn’t be able to stop.
As he tried to pull away, her tongue swiped along his lower lip. A moan escaped him. Her hands moved lower, over his pants to his cock. A slow stroke stirred more than his cock. His hips pressed against her, pushing his length into her hand as his lips opened, welcoming her tongue. She tasted beyond sweet. Thirst-quenching, like cold water on a blazingly hot day.
She dropped the towel she’d been holding up with one hand. Taut nipples grazed his bare chest even as her tongue played with his, inviting him, making promises she shouldn’t be making. He couldn’t stay with her, she had to know that.
“Mel—”
Her hands unhooked his pants, then pushed them down over his hips and ass. Nothing stood between them now. She glided her thumb over the tip of his cock. Then she took her finger and placed it to her lips and sucked.Hard.
He lost it right there. He lifted her onto the counter, pitching her ass forward, and rubbed his cock against her folds, loving how fucking wet she was for him.
“Tell me to go away, Mel. Tell me you don’t want me,” he begged even as her hand took control of his cock, lining him up with her entrance. She slid onto him a fraction of an inch. She’d given her answer. It wasn’t the one he’d wanted for her sake, but it was the one he needed. . . right now. He wasn’t ready to walk away from her, probably never would be.
Zev slid into her, savoring the feel of her warm heat sheathing his length. The pleasure of being inside her held nothing to the way her fingers threaded through his hair as she brought her lips to his once more.
She tilted her hips back, allowing him to go deeper as if he weren’t already in heaven. Each moan he drew from her wrapped around his soul, making him believe he could stay with her.
Her hands slid to his ass, urging him to go faster, deeper. She threw her head back, arching, her tight pussy gripping his cock. He slowed his thrusts, resisting the urge to release inside her. He wasn’t ready for this to end.
Her eyes opened, locking on him as if this was more than a goodbye, as if it was the start of a future together. Fuck, he wanted to stay with her, to see that look in her eyes, over and over again.
She raised her hips again, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her head tilted back, exposing the slender column of her neck as her hair fell behind her.
He stared down at the essence stone still hanging around her neck. He’d never had a chance to fill it for her. And here he was filling her with his cock and soon his cum. He would never know if she conceived, or if by chance she was already pregnant. They’d never even discussed the possibility of having a child. But she wore his stone, as proudly as she’d worn the mating rings from the others. The rings that no longer graced her fingers.
“Your rings,” he said, not fully stating the question. He couldn’t imagine she’d removed them. She loved those men.
“Namir cut them off.”
The bastard had tried to take everything that held meaning for her.
“Why did he leave the stone?”
“Red is his family’s color.”
Zev had taken extra shifts in the mine, sold his serilium to another miner for that stone. He hadn’t been thinking in terms of color, only that it was pretty, and it would be something she could remember him by, without a mating ring tying her to him in the way she wanted, not when he never expected to return. But now, he was starting to wonder if he could have more with her, if he could be a part of her life.
