Page 175 of The Consequences of Love and Vengeance

“Oh, yes,” I moan. It feels so right that emotions take hold, pressing against my chest and threatening to explode.

“I knew the second I laid eyes on you when you stepped out of your car that you’d bring me to my knees. I knew, Bri, and I still couldn’t leave you alone.” His voice is as steady as his hold on me.

I force my eyes open, looking up at his dark stare. He doesn’t seem to blink as he watches me.

“I didn’t want you to leave me alone.” And I didn’t. From the beginning I wanted him. I tried hard to do my job and keep it strictly professional. I failed, but I don’t regret it for a second. He’s too right for me. We fit together better than puzzle pieces.

“Yeah, but I should have. I knew the whole time I should have left you as just another local cop that I could despise.”

“Do you despise me?” God, I hope not. I couldn’t take it if he did.

“No,” he admits, and looking at those beautiful, vulnerable eyes, I know he’s telling me the truth. “I never once despised you. I wanted to. I tried to, and it pissed me off that I couldn’t.”

His cock enters me swiftly, hitting the back of my cervix with a slam. I cry out, the pleasure so unexpected but welcomed all at the same time. Drago’s hips piston, connecting to mine over and over. I meet every thrust, chasing my release. This isn’t going to last long. I know he’s trying. I see the strain in his eyes as he attempts to hold back, waiting for me.

With every exit and entry inside me, our eyes never falter, always staying locked on each other’s. And in his, I see what I’ve been looking for—love. It overwhelms me to the point tears leak from the outer corners of my eyes. He loves me. I know he does, and that knowledge fuses something inside me together. I drop my forehead, resting it in the crook of his neck as a whimper escapes my lips.

On his next thrust, hot semen coats my insides, setting off my own orgasm that seems to last longer than any I’ve ever had before. My body hums with satisfaction as the pulsing inside me continues.

God, I needed that so bad. I hadn’t realized how much until right now.

Drago sets me down gently on my feet. My shaking legs prevent me from releasing him.

“That was...” I trail off, my words failing me. I can’t even verbalize what that was except sheer amazing. I’m not even embarrassed I teared up. It was honest emotions and whether he appreciates it or not, I can respect myself more for not hiding them from him.

“I’m not done with you, baby. Not by a long shot. This is just starting. I’m going to fuck you until I’m sober, and then I’m going to fuck you until I can’t move. I’m going to drown that sweet, beautiful pussy in my cum tonight.”

His lips come down on mine, devouring me with a kiss and stealing the breath from my throat. He sucks, pulling on my tongue. He nips my bottom lip hard enough that pain and pleasure storms through my body.

Ripping off me, he steps back, pulling me off the wall.

“Ditch the shirt and everything else. I want you bent over the chair.” My eyes follow his, seeing the oversized reading chair in the corner of the room next to the window. Pushing me toward it, he smacks my ass, making me gasp. “Now, Detective.”

Yes. That’s exactly what I want too.

I breathe, steadying myself. Smiling, I rise up onto my tiptoes, smacking my lips with his again. I can’t get enough of him, and I don’t ever want to. I know I’ll want him forever. There’s nothing that’ll change that.

“Yes, sir,” I say as my heels land back on the floor. Yes, sir indeed.

He loves me, and I can get through anything that’s thrown at me with that feeling settled deep inside me.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

My body is wrecked in the best possible way.

I know that before I even open my eyes. The only reason I’m not hesitant, fearing last night was a concoction my mind put together is because our bodies are still tangled around each other’s. His strong arms cling to me, wrapped around my back. My front is fused to his muscled chest with his cock is poking me in the stomach.

It’s what woke me up. After the marathon of orgasms we both had: bent over the chair, pressed into the cold glass window, face down on the couch, in the shower, and lastly, he made love to me right here in the bed before we both passed out from sated exhaustion.

He sobered a lot quicker than I expected, but I’m pretty certain the soberer he got, the drunker I became.

I ache all over, especially on the outside of my thigh where I’m still healing. He worked me over at least three times as much as he did the first night we slept together. I’m sore, but I’m a little more settled than I have been since I woke up in the hospital a couple of weeks ago.

I know all the anxiety won’t leave until we have Gabriel back. As much as I feel guilty for doing it, right now I have to shove the thought of him or where he is farther back into my mind or my emotions will surface, which I don’t need right now. I just want to enjoy this moment a little longer.

Ah shit!

It’s only now that I realize we never once used a condom last night. I doubt he did that on purpose this time. Both of us were too caught up in each other to be responsible. When you go without something you crave every second of every day, logical thinking leaves you once you finally have it back.

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