Page 68 of Wrecked for Love
“I don’t want you to die for me, Elia.” She trembled like a leaf, and for a second, I realized her fear was that oflosing me.
“No. I’m not about to fall victim to the Vosses.”
She sighed. “Then why are you here? Why were you even looking for me? Aren’t I your real enemy?”
“I was wrong,” I admitted, the words coming easier than I thought. “I love you too much to let you go.”
“You’re ready to bury all my lies? Just because of love?” True to form, my Chili Pepper didn’t just take my word for it.
“No. I came here to unearth those lies and let the sun shine on them. Haven’t we done that?”
Her defenses cracked, the remark melting away the walls she’d built. Her lips parted, but she couldn’t find the words—until she forced herself to. “I hate the dark, Elia.”
I moved closer, inch by inch, until our foreheads met. “I know. You’ve always liked the bright stuff, right? All that yellow paint? Your sunflower pajamas?”
She softened, her smile fragile but there. Without saying anything more, I pulled her into my arms and held her in a way I’d denied myself before. My need to protect her—and to love her—overwhelmed every fragment of negativity I’d held onto. She was scared of losing me, but how close had I been to losing her?
“I’ve got you, Chili,” I whispered, pressing my lips into her hair. She took it in, nudging herself closer to me.
“So, where to now?” she asked.
I exhaled sharply, a warning in my voice. “There’s nothing to gain by giving yourself up. The Vosses—and The Revenants, too, I’m sure—aren’t the kind who follow the rules. You going behind bars won’t protect anyone!”
She clung to me, her breath uneven against my chest. “Elia, I didn’t mean to hide anything from you. I just wanted to protect you from the people who wanted me.”
“Shhh…” I hushed her, stroking her back, needing her to feel safe.
She raised her eyes to me. “What did you say about loving me too much?”
“Yes, Claire, I love you far too much to ever let you go.”
“I can live with that.”
Grabbing her face, I clutched it between my hands. The pressure—the denial that I was about to lose her—was too much to bear. And she shared the same energy, gasping as if repressing something even hotter.
I kissed her so hard that I felt the underside of her lip as we poured everything we couldn’t put into words into that one kiss.
When we ran out of air, she said with a huff, “I love you. Even if you don’t want anything with me, I still love you!” Her hands gripped my shirt like she was holding on for dear life.
“I told you to stay away. But for God’s mercy, don’t you ever, ever leave me again,” I said, still catching my breath. “That’s not what someone does when they love you. If you love me, you stay!”
“I’m here.”
“Say it, Claire. Say you’ll stay!”
Her voice cracked as she fought back a sob. “I’m staying, baby.”
“God, Claire!” I gritted, kissing her again. Her lips plumped, her hot anger replaced by unfiltered passion as my hand slipped under her pants. Relief, lust, fright, and hopelessness steamrolled my self-restraint.
She loosened her pants, giving me even more room to feel her warm pussy. Desperation sent her forward, her hands fumbling for my erection, undoing my jeans, and pulling my underwear down.
What drove us? Danger, perhaps. The possibility that we could’ve lost each other? It didn’t matter. I just needed to feel her, be in her.
My hands trembled as I pushed my seat back as far as it would go. She maneuvered past the gears to get to my side. Her elbow and ass smacked the horn, knocked the indicator light switch, and probably everything else.
She threw her leg over me, straddling my lap as I positioned my cock right under her opening. I knew sex was more than just a release when I was with her, but this…this was both carnal and virtuous. I was desperate to fuck her, yet this was an attempt to bind her to me.
She moved against me, her movements filled with frenzy, taking me in without any trace of patience. The jerking was wild—we were both clearly in a hurry to come.
