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“Already wet for me, baby,” he groans in satisfaction. “Stop being so scared.” He pulls on my hair.
“The only way you’re leaving this room is full of my come.”
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DANNY
The fire inside me has ignited, and only her cunt can put it out.
I missed her.
I’ve missed this.
“This was the longest mission of my life,” I whisper into her ear.
Screw this. I will fuck her like it’s my last day on this earth. I don’t care if we’re in a hospital room; I’m taking full fucking advantage of having one small window to see her again. I’ve been deprived of her taste, and I’m a starved man, determined to empty my lust inside her.
We returned to base at the Admiral’s request before we’re back out doing God knows what.
“Fuck, baby, I’ve missed you.” I grip her jaw, forcing my tongue down her throat and groan in satisfaction when she reciprocates with equal fervor, dancing with mine. My insanity will boil over if I don’t get her naked and feel her soft skin against mine in the next few seconds.
“I missed you t—” She tries to grab my face, but instead, holds onto my shoulder when I lift her off the ground, securingher legs around me right before I slam her firmly against the hospital room wall.
If this is what it's like to be sick with her love, I never want to be cured.
Taking care of her will be the end of me.
I’ve been on edge, unable to relax since I left for the mission. That’s when I realize that I have to tell her that I’m leaving again after I’m done showing her the level of insanity she puts me through… what her soul continues to do to me.
A foreign anchor of guilt weighs me down. I’ve never felt this before, but for the first time in my career as a SEAL, I dread knowing I must leave my little angel behind again.
She doesn’t know what's been happening behind the scenes...she doesn’t know the mission that killed her brother continues to haunt us persistently.
But I promise myself it will all be taken care of so we can finally move on without having to look over our shoulders ever again.
She doesn’t need to know. My girl has been through enough. I don’t want her to be afraid. Her night terrors are slowly letting up, barely.
I’ve been watching over Ari. Her healing journey has just hit a stable point, and I don’t want to taint it with the evil lurking in our shadows.
I can’t tell her, but I don’t want to lie to her either. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her from any more pain...even if that means not disclosing the current situation.
I want to tell her. God, I want to tell her everything.
But if I can keep her focused solely on healing from the attack, from the loss of our baby, shielded from the chaos that I will hold on my shoulders for the both of us.
I need her to be whole again.
I’ll always be the asshole in her story with open arms to protect her. I’ll be the villain if that means she stays shielded from evil.
I want her to wake up every morning unafraid, and if she knows the truth, I don’t know how she’ll react.
I snap out of my thoughts when she smiles at me, and every time she does that, I swear my world stops.
She’s the only light in my life, and I intend on making sure she always shines bright for the rest of our lives.
I scoff with a smirk before I plant another kiss on her full lips.
I need to feel her voluminous tits underneath my hands, and I need them now.
