Page 115 of Rescuing Rebel

The feral sounds of our passion, and the slapping of our bodies against each other, grow louder and higher pitched with each stroke of my cock.

I thrust harder into her depths, pushing us both into a wild frenzy of pleasure. She screams as I drive into her, our pleasure cresting and exploding together. We cling to each other, lost in a moment of bliss, until our breathing slows, and we drift back down to earth.

We collapse in a tangled heap of limbs on the floor, breaths coming hard and fast, yet somehow intertwined. A comfortable silence falls over us as our bodies slowly cool down from our passion-fueled exertion.

I pull out and draw her against my chest, wrapping my arms around her protectively. A satisfied smile tugs at my lips as I trace circles on her back.

We make love until the sun has long set, and the night is filled with nothing but the two of us tangled together, breathless and sated, our hearts beating in unison.

“I love you,” I whisper, my lips brushing her ear.

She sighs contentedly and snuggles closer, smiling as she murmurs, “I love you too.”

Later, tangled in the sheets, Rebel traces lazy patterns on my chest as I run my fingers through her hair. No words are needed in this perfect moment. She’s in my arms, and I’ll never let anything take her away again. This is home.

“How are you holding up?” I take her hand in mine.

She attempts a shaky smile. “I’m not sure. It’s like I’m caught in a dream.” She searches my face. “Thank you for coming after me. For believing in me.”

“I’ll always come for you.” I kiss her forehead, a silent promise. She sighs, leaning her head on my shoulder.

I stroke Rebel’s hair until her tears subside. Exhaustion claims us, and I curl around her, keeping the nightmares at bay. She’s safe in my arms, and I’ll die before I let anyone hurt her again. That’s a vow carved into my soul.

In the dark, she whispers, “Promise you don’t hate me.”

“I promise.” I kiss the top of her head, breathing in the floral scent of her hair. “I’m here. Always.”

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The next morning,the pounding waves crashing on the rocks below stir me awake. I stretch and smile, hardly believing this cozy cottage overlooking the Pacific is mine. After nearly a year of bunking in Guardian HRS temporary housing, having a private space to call home feels like a luxury.

Early morning sun filters through the gauzy curtains. The first rays of sunlight fall over Rebel’s silhouette curled against me, casting her in a warm glow. I brush a stray copper curl from her face, struck again by her beauty. Her chest’s peaceful rise and fall soothes my soul.

I never imagined sharing my personal space so intimately with another person, but waking up with her feels natural. She belongs here.

Rebel stirs, nuzzling into the crook of my shoulder with a contented sigh. Her slender arm drapes over my bare chest. I continue stroking her fiery locks, letting her wake slowly.

At last, her sea-green eyes blink open to meet mine. Those eyes pierced my heart the first time our paths crossed. Now, I get lost in them each morning.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I murmur.

She gives me that smile that makes my heart skip a beat, fluttering like a fool in love. “Mmm—morning.”

Her voice is still husky with sleep. I can’t resist leaning in to kiss her parted lips. She responds eagerly, hands coming up to cradle my jaw as we exchange lazy, unhurried kisses.

Sunlight spills over our entwined bodies while our passion ignites. I trail kisses down her graceful neck, along her collarbone, and across the swell of her breasts, taking my time to relearn every sensitive spot. She arches into my caresses, hands grasping at my back.

I kiss lower, over her taut stomach, along her inner thighs. When I finally taste her slick folds, her back bows off the bed. I lick and suck until she is trembling on the edge, then slide back up to enter her slowly.

We move together, wrapped in each other’s arms. The rhythm builds gradually until we crest as one, sighing into a deep kiss. Rebel completes me in ways I’m still discovering.

After, we lay tangled in the rumpled sheets, trading lingering kisses. The only sounds are our breathing and the steady crash of waves outside. I could stay like this all morning, but a growl from Rebel’s stomach makes me chuckle.

“I guess we need to feed you, beautiful.”

I roll out of bed and pull on boxer shorts. Rebel doesn’t bother dressing, stretching cat-like and unabashedly nude. I can’t tear my eyes from her as I head to the kitchen.

While whisking eggs for an omelet, I call over my shoulder, “You know, I meant to ask how you got so good at hand-to-hand combat.”

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