Page 72 of Sins of the Son

Reaching between us, I lowered the zipper to my pants and shoved her panties aside. Her slick arousal coated my fingers. I grasped my cock and placed the head at her entrance, then leaned down and nipped at the edge of her mouth to capture her attention. “Listen to me, carissima. Nothing—absolutely nothing—in this entire fucking world matters more to me than you. Do you understand me?”

Her head fell against her arm as she avoided eye contact with me.

Wrapping my arm tightly around her middle, I grabbed her jaw with my free hand and turned her head to face me as I stared into her eyes. “You matter to me, Milana.” I thrust deep inside her wet warmth in one stroke.

She cried out at the violence of the claiming.

I growled into her mouth as we shared the same heated breath. “You matter to me. You matter to me,” I repeated over and over again with each thrust. “Do you hear me, Milana? You are all that matters to me. I would die for you. I will kill for you. I will anger God himself and risk damnation for you.”

I thrust harder and faster. The pounding of the train wheels on the track spurring me on.

All my rage, horror, fear, and despair coalesced into a twisting, churning need to fuck her so deeply and completely that she would never again doubt my devotion to her. I wanted her to feel me inside of her to her very soul. I needed her to understand that after this moment, it was no longer possible for us to have separate identities, separate lives. She was no longer just mine; she was a part of me. My heart wouldn’t beat without her. Her air was my air. I wanted her blood to beat in my veins.

I was barely holding onto my sanity.

This wasn’t fucking.

This was salvation.

As her sweet pussy clenched around my flesh, I clung to her, inhaling the exotic scent of her perfume on her skin, tasting the salt of her tears on her cheeks as I continued to murmur into her ear how she was mine and I would never let anyone hurt her again. Ever.

I wrenched the collar of her sweater down, exposing her lace-covered breast and pulling her nipple between my lips, suckling, wishing I tasted the milk that would nourish our children, hoping and praying one day soon I would.

I sucked on her nipple as I pounded my cock into her tight pussy, slamming her hard against the wall with each frenzied thrust.

Everything about this was crazy, violent, intense, and passionate.

Just like us.

Milana dropped her hand to my front, wrenching the top buttons off my shirt as she twisted the fabric in her fist, holding on to me with one hand as she kept her other arm stretched high, clinging to the luggage bar for purchase. “Oh God! Fuck. It hurts. You’re so deep.”

I knew the weight of her body pressing down was pushing me deeper inside of her than I had ever been. Stretching her with the thick girth of my shaft. “Come for me, baby. Come on my cock. Let me feel your body clench around me.”

Milana’s back arched as her body bucked. She lost her grip on the luggage bar and her body fell forward into my arms. I held her close as she trembled with her release. Pressing her head onto my shoulder, I held her with my other arm under her ass and thrust several more times before finding my release, filling her with my hot seed.

I stood there in the center of the small, now trashed, train compartment.

The calm after the storm.

I held her close, not wanting to let her go.

My semi-hard cock still buried deep inside of her.

A tremor wracked her body. I knew this wasn’t a remnant of her climax… this was shock.

I tightened my grip. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you.”

I looked out the window up at the sky. Where was it?

Just as I was thinking it, the helicopter came into view. It dropped dangerously low until it was flying alongside the train cars. I pulled on the emergency cord, stopping the train.

I absorbed the shock of the sudden stop in motion with my body.

Milana raised her head. She sniffed as she stared at me with unfocused eyes. “What’s happening?”

“I’m taking you home.”

CHAPTER 25

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