I slip a finger inside, pumping gently into her while my thumb circles her clit, moving faster, applying more pressure.
“That’s not what—aww—I meant,” she says as I slide two fingers inside her.
I kiss my way up the curve of her chest and neck until I can nip the edge of her earlobe with my teeth.
“I know,” I growl.
She tremors at my words, and it pushes her into a spiral of pulses that race down her spine all the way to her toes. She climaxes hard on my fingers, soaking me and making me fall even harder for her as I watch her come so undone.
Liesel’s body may be broken, but her soul is not. Her soul is more alive than ever. And I want it—her soul, her heart. I want it all.
Right now, she wants my cock. She’s grabbing at my waistband, trying to push my pants down to get to me. When I don’t immediately rush to help her, she snarls at me.
“Help me get these pants off you, now.”
I grin at her bossiness, her neediness. I love it all.
I shove my pants down until they are a heap at my ankles. Before I have time to even stroke myself, she’s already on top of and pushing down on my cock like she owns me, which I guess she does. I love that even more.
She starts sliding up and down on my cock. She’s going to make me come way too soon, and all I can do is look up in her eyes, knowing that I want to look into her eyes every second of the rest of my life. For the first time, I feel like that’s a real possibility.
“Stop looking at me and hate fuck me,” she says, moving faster over my dick. I can tell it’s exhausting her and that she wants me to take control soon.
I grab her hips and drive into her, keeping some restraint so I don’t hurt her. The devil in her eyes tells me to fuck her harder. She doesn’t want to be treated gingerly; she wants to be fucked hard.
The next stroke is harder. It rattles her body, but her moans only heighten. It drives me to fuck her rougher until I can’t hold back any longer.
“I hate you,” I moan as I come.
“I. Hate. You. Too,” she screams as she comes on my cock.
We pant into each other’s mouth; both of us still consumed by everything we just went through. Liesel eventually rests her head against my shoulder. She must be completely exhausted and starving.
I grab my phone and text out a quick message to Enzo, letting him know to get us a jet and that we are all flying to my place.
“Liesel, baby, as much as I want you, you have to get in your seat so I can drive.”
“No,” she says softly, wrapping her arms tighter around my neck.
I can’t let her go either, even if I wanted to, so I d
on’t. I hold her in my lap as I carefully pull back out on the road and start driving us to the airport.
I’ll never let her go.
16
Liesel
I fall asleep against Langston’s shoulder. I know sleeping on his lap while he drives isn’t the safest thing, but I decided we might as well tempt fate after everything we’ve been through. For now, I just need to be with Langston to not overthink everything.
He says this is the end; everyone is safe.
I know the truth.
The end is when we can finally say, ‘I love you.’ It happens when we get a happily ever after or we die tragically.
We didn’t say, ‘I love you.’ We didn’t celebrate as one big happy family. And as far as I know, I’m not dead, but who knows? Maybe I am, and I’ve died and gone to heaven? That’s what it feels like lying on Langston’s shoulder.