Page 47 of Retribution
“Do you still want this, Little Heathen?”
Her whimper is soft as she presses her hand to my face, her blue eyes filled with need.
“Yes.”
Lining my cock up with her entrance, I push inside her slowly, and she wraps her arms around my back and drags her fingers down my skin.
“Carter. More. Please.” She says, moving her hand up and running her fingers into the back of my hair.
I pull back and push inside her again, her wetness coats my length as I bury my cock to the hilt.
Heather wraps her legs around me, holding me close to her as I move in and out of her pussy, her breaths hot against my ear. Every sweet little moan drives me insane and I increase the speed of my thrusts as she falls apart for me.
“This is what matters. Us. I want those marks gone because they bother you, not because they bother me to see. They are something that happened to you. They don’t define you. Nothing has changed for me. You’re still my perfect girl.”
I change my position slightly, dragging my pelvis over her clit. She bucks her hips and digs her nails into my flesh while she cries out. Her pussy clenches down on my cock as I glide in and out of her drenched cunt.
Her body relaxes momentarily before she arches her back again.
“That’s my girl. Come again for me.”
The sounds of our heavy breaths fill the room mingling with her moans that I’d like to listen to on repeat. When she digs her nails into my scalp again, I lose all control, her pussy clenches my cock and she cries out louder than before.
“Carter!”
I fill her completely as she palms the back of my head, pulling me down for a kiss.
Sex with her is always an exhilarating experience, but this was so much more. It’s like she exited a dark place and came home to me—where she fucking belongs.
“Sleep now, Little Heathen. You’re supposed to be resting.”
She settles into my arms with a peaceful sigh. Her lashes flutter closed and I watch her fall asleep. Even watching her sleep fascinates me. Her lips part as she breathes deeply. She looks like an angel, simple, perfect.And mine.
Chapter Twenty-Three
THE HEATHEN
Iwake to Carter staring at me, his dark eyes watching my every move as I lift up and kiss his chest.
“What time is it?”
“A little after three thirty. Killian brought in a bag for you with everything you need if you still want to go.”
Sitting up, I kiss him briefly.
“I’m going to take a quick shower. I smell like sex.”
I go to move, and he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me tight against him.
“I like it when you smell like sex.”
Kissing his neck, I giggle.
“Yes, but you don’t want them smelling me like that.”
I don’t bother explaining whotheyare, he knows, and confirms my statement with a low growl.
“Go take a shower.”
