Page 144 of Savage Enemy

She shook her head, threw off the sheet, and spread her legs wide to show me her sweet little pussy.

Fuck.

“I don’t want to take a nap,” she whined. “I want you to use your tongue and show me how much you missed me.”

I grabbed for the sheet, and she kicked it out of my reach.

“It’s the morphine, Angel. You don’t know what you’re saying. Your body needs time to heal. I won’t push you.”

Even as the words left my mouth, I stroked my cock.

She flashed a devilish little smile, the one she knew made me throb with want. Full of innocence, yet not innocent at all.

“You’re not. I’m pushing you.”

She pulled herself onto her knees with a grimace and put her arms around my neck to whisper in my ear.

“I need you to erase every trace of their touches, their stares, and replace them with yours. Make me forget them. I want you to own every mark he left on me, make it all belong to you.”

I should have been dead tired or maybe even just dead.

My weary bones ached, and I should have wanted only to crawl onto the bed and hold the woman I loved while we slept.

Exactly what I would do.

After filling her with my cum.

I got up from the bed, went to the swiveling captain’s chair bolted to the floor, and sank into it.

“Come here, Valentina.”

She stood and made a show of turning slowly in a tight circle to expose every bruise on her body. Some I’d seen at the ball, and some I hadn’t. Others were only days old, some just a few fucking hours old.

Never again. She would never endure that again.

As she came over to me, I forced the monster back into its cage in the darkest part of my soul. She needed me.

Deal with the rage later.

I grabbed on to her waist, pulling her in close while moving my towel to the side to stroke myself.

“Tell me what hurts, Angel.”

“Everything hurts. But I’ll show you what hurts the most.”

She took my left hand and placed it above her breast—over her heart—and pressed her hand on top of mine.

“This broke when they took me away from you.”

“Then let me make it better.”

I moved our hands away and put mine on her back, gently pressing her body down, so I could place a kiss over her heart. I trailed more kisses down to her nipples, kissing them, pulling them between my lips.

She gasped and pushed her fingers into my hair, dug her nails into my scalp, then climbed onto my lap, lining up the entrance of her wet cunt with my hard cock.

Jesus, she was perfect, but the pain came through loud and clear in her eyes.

Once her fractured ribs healed, I would let her bounce on my cock all she wanted. I would give her the rough ride she craved. But in that moment, I needed to make love to the woman who would soon be my wife. Needed to feel her, to love her, and taste her.

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