Page 164 of Haze of Obedience
"Please. I just need you. Just you and me."
Lips and tongues collide. Clothes are strewn. Limbs pretzel tightly.
"I've been dying without you," I murmur in Spanish and slide my fingers into her sex.
"Oh...I...oh...thought you died," she whispers in Spanish.
"I'm sorry it took me so long to get you."
"Shh...oh...oh God!"
Her body writhes under mine, in a glorious homecoming.
That is what she is to me—home.
When I enter her, our bodies become one, thrusting in perfect unison, gripping the other, responding to every touch, or breath, or kiss.
She cups my cheeks, and her lip shakes. "I love you."
"I'll love you forever," I promise her.
"Forever."
I kiss her and never stop, as we shatter into our highs.
We're still lip-locked in our aftermath. She pulls away. "I..."
I stroke her hair. "It's okay. Tell me what you want."
"I killed a man."
My gut flips, and I freeze. "Who?"
"Jonas Torres." Her eyes fill with tears.
"He hurt you again?"
"No. He was about to and I..." She takes a deep breath. "I slit his throat." Pain fills her face, but she doesn't turn away from me as tears fall.
I stroke her hair and sternly say, "Sweetheart, where's the knife?"
"I bleached it, and then I threw it in a sewer."
"Good. That's good." I kiss her. "How do you feel about what you did?"
Her face scrunches. "I have nightmares."
"I'm sorry."
"I'd do it again. I was carrying a razor around to kill anyone else who touched me."
I pull her into me, cursing myself for the millionth time that I ever let her get out of the van the day she got captured. "I killed Eduardo and Jorge tonight."
"Those were the two bullets?"
"Yes. And I'm so sorry I didn't protect you."
"Shh. You did. You always have."
