She pants, lifting her head from the pillow, fighting for her release, and then she shudders, her legs trembling, her thighs clamping as she comes hard. I pump into her until she relaxes, then I pull myself from her soft pussy and pump the release onto her belly. It’s not the safest method, but I don’t want anything between us.
When the last of my cum marks her skin, something eases inside me, making it easier to breathe. I climb off the bed and grab a washcloth to clean her skin, then my own. As I climb back in bed beside her, she stares, her eyes tracking my movement until I settle beside her, facing her so I can look into her eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, are you?”
I nod. “I think I’m good. I might already be getting hard again, but otherwise, yeah, good.”
She chuckles and scoots closer to wind her legs with mine. “I don’t mind this sort of touching. It’s the grabbing, the pulling, the groping that I hate. You’ve been both rough and tender with me, and I haven’t had a moment’s regret.”
I lean forward and kiss her gently, savoring the way her lips feel against mine. “Good because you’re stuck with me now.”
Tangling the covers between us, she rolls over, her back to my front. It’s not the same as when I pin her to the wall, but it’s a pretty close second. Maybe because she’s not trapped with no escape? Either way, I keep my arm loose, easy on her waist, so she knows she can get up anytime she needs. I don’t mind the bare globes of her ass pressing into my dick, though, not one bit.
Her voice is soft and sleepy when she speaks again. “Why do you come on my stomach like that?”
I nip her ear gently and kiss the curve of her neck. “Because I doubt you’re in the market for any children right now. But trust me, coming inside you, feeling my release run down your thighs, is a decadent pleasure I plan to have very soon. We just need to figure out the logistics first.”
She nods, settling her hand under her cheek and then smacking her lips together. “That’s fine.”
If she were more awake, I’d spank her for her half-hearted response to me coming inside her. When it’s time, I hope she loves it too.
I kiss her neck again and wrap my arm a bit tighter, so I can feel the bottom of her breasts against my forearm. She makes another sleepy sound, and I can only watch as sleep claims her again.
I want to pull her harder into me, slide into her from behind, just like this and fuck her awake. Let her wake up coming around me. The idea sticks in my head, and I let it stay there, something for us to do together soon, if she would like it.
My chest feels tight as I watch her sleep. There are a hundred things I want to say. None of them are important, yet all of them are clamoring for me to speak the words so they are out of my head. Even purging them from my mind won’t help. I still feel them. Every little thing she does that makes my heart ache painfully in my chest will still be there. That’s not something I can push down or strip away.
I trace my lips against her shoulder blade, thinking. We’ve never really talked about feelings before. I’m not one of those guys who shares that sort of thing, but with her, I want her to know that she keeps my heart beating. Her words, her scent, her anger, and the violence I catch in her eyes keep my heart suspended in my chest, but it belongs to her. I’m just not sure she is ready to hear that truth yet, nor am I ready to speak it.
Her voice cuts through my thoughts. “You know, I’m not a virgin anymore, by your definition now, so we can get married, and you can be safe.”
The idea that she only wants to be with me, marry me, to keep me safe both angers and humbles me. I give her another kiss. “Go to sleep. We can talk about it tomorrow if you want.”
She rolls, blinking the sleep from her eyes, the exact thing I just told her not to do. “What? Really? You’ve reconsidered now that we’ve had sex. That’s all it took?”
I don’t need to remind her that us sleeping together was no small thing for either of us.
“Go to sleep. We can talk about it properly tomorrow. We are both too tired to be rational right now. Besides, if you start talking to me, I’m going to have to fuck you again, and I think you might be too sore for that.”
To my surprise, she doesn’t argue. She rolls again, resettles against me, and does as she’s told.
I don’t have the heart to tell her that we’ll never be safe as long as that council bitch is alive.
26
ROSE
In the morning, he’s the first thing I reach for. I slide my hands through the warm sheets and find nothing but an empty indent where he fell asleep beside me after the last time he took me.
Heat burns up my neck and into my cheeks at the thought. Not because I’m ashamed, but because I hadn’t imagined sex could be so…imaginative. And Kai has a very, very good imagination. There are muscles in my body that are sore I didn’t even realize were there.
I roll over, searching for him, and freeze when I find him sitting beside the edge of the bed, on the floor. “Are you okay?”
He nods, his eyes solemn.
I start to get up, throwing off the tangled sheets. “What is it? Is everyone all right? Valentina?”
He slides one hand across the bed and takes mine. When he speaks, his voice is whisper-soft, as if he can’t get the words out. “Everyone is fine. Nothing is wrong. Calm down.”