Her free hand captured the back of my head, dragging me down for another kiss. “Whatever you have in mind, you better hurry. I need you so much.”
I chuckled. “You’ve ruined my plans already. I’d planned on making love to you, slowly, softly.”
She moaned and shook her head. “No. I want you hard. I want to sweat and pant and explode.”
It was my turn to groan.
I couldn’t take it. This witch had successfully stolen everything I was and I wanted nothing more than to obey.
I rolled away and carefully pulled her on top of me. Staying deep inside her, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her perfection. Her full br**sts. Her pouty lips. She looked like a f**king goddess.
I couldn’t stand it. It was too much.
Gripping her hips, I thrust upward, transfixed by her heavy bouncing br**sts and flushed skin.
She fell forward, crushing me with her body.
Before, such a move would’ve caused an innate reaction to kill her. I wouldn’t have been able to control the conditioning—now, I never wanted her to leave. I wanted to stay beneath her like this forever.
We rocked together, finding a rhythm uniquely us. Her soft scent drugged me, and I lost all sense of time as we gave each other pleasure.
“God, you feel amazing,” I groaned, relishing in the slow build-up, the tightness in my balls.
Hazel sat up, capturing my cheeks. I sucked in a breath at the love shining in her eyes. “You’re mine, Roan Averin. Forever.”
I nodded in a sex-filled trance. “Forever.”
“Make me come.” Her voice turned husky and her hand dropped to land on my heart, bracing herself as she rode me.
Locking my legs against the rapidly building orgasm, I pressed two fingers against her cl*t and swirled with a pressure I knew she loved.
Her eyes snapped closed; her h*ps rocked harder, dragging me closer to the edge. “Yes, like that. Um…”
Shit, I need her.
I needed to be in control. The one taking and giving.
Flipping her over, I rubbed her cl*t with a demanding hand and drove into her. Her legs hooked over my h*ps as she panted faster and faster.
“Do you want me?” I growled. “Do you want me to make you shatter?”
She bit her lip, nodding. “More than anything.”
“Do you know how much I care for you? How much you brought me back to life?”
Her eyes locked with mine. “Do you know how much I care for you? How much you’ve given me?”
The unconditional love in her gaze undid me. There would be no more talking. Only chasing our ultimate goal.
Dropping my mouth to hers, I thrust deep. Finding a pace that sent shooting stars down my back and legs.
My mind fogged as my release built and built.
Zel sucked in a breath as I found her cl*t again. “Come for me, Zel. Come for me like you did in the greenhouse. Shatter for me.”
She threw her head back, hair tangling with the sheepskin below. Her skin flushed and the first band of her release caught me by surprise.
I had no chance against the strong grip of her body.
My orgasm raced from tingle to explosions. And my c**k detonated with sensation. I thrust harder, letting myself spill. Ripple after ripple, my c**k spurted. “Fuck, you’re amazing,” I growled as I chased the violent edge of my release.
Zel cried out as I drove harder. Her fingernails scratched my back sending ribbons of heat down my skin.
My legs cramped, my body stiffened and I poured every last drop into the woman who I would spend the rest of my life serving.
When the lightning had passed and we lay exhausted in each other’s arms, I pressed a gentle kiss on her lips. “One of these days I’m going to seduce the hell out of you. I’ll tie you up and spend hours torturing you with every sexual device I can think of.”
She smiled, eyes hazy with desire. “It sounds like heaven. Tomorrow. Book that in for tomorrow.” She flopped onto her side, curling into the sheepskin. “And a massage, too. You owe me for the one I gave you.”
My mind skipped back to the night she’d tried to break me. The struggle I’d suffered. The conditioning that almost ruined my life.
I shuddered.
I never wanted another flashback.
I never wanted to think about Russia or Ghosts again.
Mimicking Hazel, I lay on my side, then I did the one thing I’d been dying to do for months.
Gathering her inert, well-sated form into mine, I spooned the woman I loved. Locking us together like a yin and yang. The fluffy cuffs adding another element of belonging.
She sighed, snuggling her perfect ass into my front and grabbing my arm to hug her tighter. “This. This is what I always hoped we’d have.”
I nuzzled her ear, breathing deeply. “I’ll hold you every night as you go to sleep. Every morning, I’ll wake up and make love to you. And we’ll grow old together in each other’s arms.”
She sighed in perfect contentedness.
We relaxed in front of the fire for hours. My body wrapped around her. Two sides of two lifetimes coming together forever.
The issues of my past had gone. I had freedom to play with my children and learn to be a father. I had the privilege of learning to be a worthy husband.
My life had started with hope and ended by tragedy, but through all of it, I survived. I survived and fell in love with the woman who saved me, and I had a future I would treasure forever.
One day I would hold my daughter’s hand while I walked her to school.
One day I would teach my son how to metal work.
I had everything I ever wanted.
I had more love than I could ever need.
I had a family.