Page 150 of Injustice and Absolution

Perhaps I mistook panic for thrill.

"Kitten..." He breathes my nickname with a sigh, taking in the sight of me draped in our love-soaked sheets.

I run to him, and he wraps me in his arms, the strong stench of smoke causing me to cough.

"Let me shower first. I don't want to touch you while I smell like a damn chimney."

"Wait," I stop him. "As soon as I saw the news I... I knew it was you. You did that for me?"

His words from yesterday ring loudly in my ears, as if he’s just spoken them out loud, again.

“I’ll do anything you ask of me…Fucking anything... I’ll walk through fire for you. I’ll kill for you. I’ll fucking die for you.”

He did everything he said he would… Thank God he didn’t die in that fire.

His eyes answer me before his lips do. "And I'd do it again, in a heartbeat."

"Who…?" I don't finish my question before he puts me out of my misery.

"Ethan and Josie."

I squeeze Royce in appreciation, releasing a deep sigh of relief. And coughing from the stench of smoke again.

"There's no way you didn't get too close to the fire smelling like this, Royce." I look at him with concern. "I'll never try to stop you from righting a wrong, but please promise me you won't be careless."

He cradles my face in his palms, and I melt into his touch.

"I can't lose you..."

"I'm not going anywhere, kitten." He leans in and kisses me softly. "Except the shower. I'll be right back."

Turning, I watch him walk away, stripping out of his clothes as he approaches the bathroom. A fire deep inside of me ignites, as strong as the one that burned Spotlight to the ground.

Cast from the hands of the man I love.

Following him, I drop the sheet I'm wrapped in along the trail of his strewn clothing. Steam is already filling the small bathroom when I enter it. Pulling the curtain back, his intense stare meets mine.

The desire in his gaze matches the feeling growing within me. I step into the shower, my hands joining Royce's as he rubs his body wash from head to toe.

When he's clean, he changes his focus to me, making sure my entire body is coated in suds before he washes them away. Turning from me to rinse a few remaining soap bubbles from his chest, I wrap my arms around his waist, one fist encircling his dick. The palm of my other hand falls to the weight hanging beneath it, and I cradle him gently. His head falls back, his arm reaching out, using the tiled wall to steady himself.

His dick hardens in my hand instantly, and I stroke him a few times before he pulls out of my grip and turns around again.

"You have no idea, kitten, how I've longed for a warm shower. But to have you in here with me..." I’m not sure what he means about a warm shower, but as he presses me into the wall at my back, rubbing his rigid cock along my stomach, the thought vanishes.

I look down, taking in the way he's thrusting his hips, begging for more friction, and I begin to shake with desire.

"Take me, Royce."

He lifts my body with ease. I wrap my legs around his waist as he holds his dick out straight, enabling my pussy to glide over it.

"Oh god." The feeling of him inside of me again pulls a loud whine from me. "I need you, Royce. Fuck me, please."

He thrusts into me, our wet skin smacking together loudly as he stirs up the quickest orgasm that's ever hit me. In seconds flat, my pleasure-filled moan echoes off the bathroom walls.

Throwing the shower curtain open, Royce steps out of the bathtub, not bothering to turn the water off. Still seated fully inside of me, his lips find mine, and I grow even weaker for the man whose strong arms I’m wrapped in.

I buck my hips, grinding harder against him as he exits the bathroom. He only gets one step into the bedroom when we’re stopped by a loud voice, shouting at us from the hallway.

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