I wanted every part of myself touching her. I leaned down and kissed her, my cock buried in her tight, wet heat, my lips on hers. I thrust my tongue into her mouth at the same time I thrust my dick in her cunt.
And when I felt her inner muscles clench around my length, I let go. My orgasm tore through me, and I came harder than I ever had. It sucked the air from my lungs and stole my sanity. Nadja was mine. I was marking her, claiming her. We’d never be the same after this.
I filled her up, pumped my cum into her body, made her take every single last fucking drop. And she took it all. I knew as soon as I pulled out of her that my seed would slip from her body, soak the sheets beneath her. I wanted to see that wet spot, knowing it was because of me.
“Christ, Nadja,” I groaned again then stilled as my pleasure finally allowed me to be sane. “I love you so much.” We laid there for long moments, our skin damp from making love, and although she drained my balls and I filled her up, my cock started growing hard again at the thought of fucking her.
She shifted, and I grunted as my dick slipped free from the scorching-hot, tight confines of her body. I crushed her to me, not about to let her leave my side. I just wanted to hold her for the rest of my fucking life.
“Don’t let go, Frankie.”
“Never.” I held her until I knew I had to go. I had to secure the items for us so we could leave the country, so I could ensure she was safe.
28
Nadja
Frankie left a couple hours ago, and Wilder had come over to stay with me. I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t feel safer knowing someone was here with me, even if a part of myself hated that it was someone being put in danger. There weren’t any signs that Maximillian or the bratva were coming after me, and for all I knew, I stayed hidden well enough, and my change of identity had worked in my favor. But I wasn’t a fool. I’d grown up with evil and darkness all around me. I knew what power they had.
I felt every part of me ache, from my muscles, my bones, to the very cells in my body as fear waged war inside me. I didn’t want this for Frankie, for his brothers or for the women they loved. I hated myself for being so selfish that I’d come back here and put all of them at risk. And as much as I wanted to leave, sneak out while he was gone, I knew that would just cause more issues. He’d come looking for me, and making him feel that out of control once again, that desperate, was not something I could bring myself to do.
I finished packing almost right after Frankie left, and the bags sat on the bed we’d just been intimate in. I thought about him taking me, touching me, whispering how much he loved me. I let that pleasure consume me, cover me like this protective blanket.
I closed my eyes and breathed in and out slowly, trying to focus on the present and not let anything else interfere, even if all I wanted to do was get lost in the memories of Frankie inside me.
We could do this. We could survive.
There was no other option.
I didn’t know where Frankie was taking us, but he knew the risks just like me. He knew Maximillian could find us if he really wanted to. That terrified me, but when I expressed this to Frankie, he just cupped my face and told me that we were in this together and there was no other choice for him but to be with me.
I felt a fat tear slide down my cheek and brushed it away in anger.
“Are you doing okay in here?”
I looked over my shoulder and saw Wilder standing there. He leaned a shoulder against the frame of the door and crossed his arms over his chest. Even though he and Frankie were identical twins, they were so different. I could see every detail that made them their own person, from the length of their hair, the slight shade difference of the locks, right down to the way they walked and spoke.
I exhaled, not realizing I’d been holding my breath. “Not really, but I know I have to be in order to make this work.” He nodded slowly and just watched me, this knowing look making his expression seem fierce. I turned so I could face him fully. “I’m sorry about… all this.” I started twisting my hands together and looked down at the act.
“You’re sorry?”