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“You good?” he asks, voice rough with what’s left of him.
I nod, unable to speak yet. He brushes my hair back again and presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Good,” he murmurs. “Because I’m only getting started.”
16
DOMINIK
She’s still on her knees, breath stuttering, skin flushed, her thighs a mess of slick and sweat and orgasm. I should let her rest. I should pull her into bed and make her drink water, make her sleep.
Instead, I lean in and kiss her shoulder, then her spine, then the soft dip of her lower back.
She shivers and shifts her weight, turning to look at me, and I catch her mouth before she speaks. I kiss her slow, messy, using tongue and teeth until she forgets what she was going to say. She melts under it, under me, fingers dragging into my hair, the taste of herself still on her lips. She moans into my mouth and I swallow it like I earned it.
“You think we’re finished?” I murmur against her skin.
She huffs a breath, dazed. “I thought maybe you’d finally sleep.”
I drag her into my lap and her thighs part easily, welcoming, already wet again. “Not a fucking chance.”
I kiss her hard again, holding her jaw in one hand while the other slides between her legs. She rocks against my fingers like she needs it more than breath. I want her needy. I want her ruined.
“I missed this,” I tell her, my voice rough against her lips. “The way you fall apart for me. The way you open up and stop pretending you don’t want to be taken.”
She trembles in my arms. Her thighs flex. Her fingers dig into my shoulders.
“Dominik—”
“Say it again,” I cut in. “My name. I want it from your mouth while I make you come.”
Her lips part but she doesn’t speak. Not right away. She’s trying to keep something back.
I ease two fingers into her slowly, watching her head fall back as her walls clench around me.
“I don’t want to do this alone anymore,” she says suddenly, voice cracking mid-word. “I’ve been running for years. Changing IDs, stealing hours to rest, keeping Mila fed in towns where I couldn’t even trust the water. I’ve slept in barns. I’ve carried a fevered child five miles through a forest with no cell signal. No help. No one.”
My jaw clenches so hard it hurts.
I curl my fingers inside her and hold her tight against me.
“You’re not doing it alone again,” I growl. “Not one more fucking day. Not while I’m breathing.”
She stares at me like she doesn’t trust it. Like it’s too big a promise. Like she’s still waiting for the moment I’ll take it back.
“The fact that you don’t know who her father is…” she starts, voice hushed, guilt sliding in.
“It bothers me,” I cut her off. I don’t lie. “It’s in my head. But it’s not bigger than this.”
“This?” she asks, voice tight.
“This,” I say again, lifting her onto the bed and crawling after her. “Us. You. The fact that you’re mine and you came back into my sight line, which means I’m never fucking letting you go again.”
Her breath catches.
I push her thighs apart and kiss up her stomach, her ribs, her breasts. I suck one nipple into my mouth and then the other, biting gently until she’s arching for more.
“And Mila?” she asks.
I meet her eyes. “She’s part of you. That makes her part of me. End of story.”
