Page 103 of Lethal Devotion
"I need you," I murmur against her hair, breathing in her scent. "Right now. In this bed. Let me show you how much I love you."
I feel her shiver against me, and I know she's considering it. My cock is rock-hard, throbbing with need for her, and I tug her closer, urging her to straddle me. I know it's crazy. We're in a hospital, for fuck's sake. I was shot less than twelve hours ago. But there's something about almost losing her, about finally admitting how I feel, that makes all rational thought disappear.
I yank the blanket down with one hand, palming my cock free, and Sienna lets out a small gasp of surprise. “Unless you want the nurse to come in here and see your husband’s cock,” I growl, “I suggest you get on it and make me come,zhena. Your husband needs you.”
“Oh?” She raises an eyebrow, biting her lip. “Well…”
She slides over me, reaching with one hand to nudge her dress up her thighs. When she pulls her panties to one side, angling my cock between her thighs, I groan, the sound vibrating through my chest as I pull her down to kiss me. I devour her mouth, all the pain forgotten as I feel her wet heat against me, her hand deftly sliding my cockhead through her folds as she gets me wet for her.
“Aren’t you worried I’m not ready enough?” she teases, and I glare up at her.
“You’re the one who always says you need it right away. That you can take it. Prove it,dikaya koshka. My little wildcat. Take my cock right here.”
Her eyebrows rise, the challenge accepted as she lowers herself onto my cock. A groan tears from my lips at the feeling of hersurrounding me, so fucking tight, so hot, like wet silk clasped around my aching shaft. My balls tighten instantly, ready to come in her before she’s even dropped all the way onto me.
My hands are everywhere I can reach, despite my position, sliding under her dress to touch bare skin, making her gasp and arch against me. She's trying to be careful of my injuries, but I don't want careful. I want her wild and desperate andmine.
"I love you," I murmur against her lips as I pull her down to kiss me again. "I love you so fucking much." I slide my hand to just above where we’re joined, finding her clit as she rocks against me, her pussy tightening around my cock as she lets out a soft moan.
“I love you too,” she breathes. “And I—oh my god, I can’t believe we’re doing this, Damian.”
“I can. This is how much I fucking want you,zhena.” I raise my hips slightly, meeting her as she bounces on me in slight, easy movements.
"Are you sure you're okay?" she asks, pausing when she sees me wince slightly as she moves.
"I'm fine," I say firmly, because I am. Pain is nothing compared to the need to be with her like this. "Better than fine. Perfect."
And then we're moving together, careful but desperate, and I'm lost in the heat of her skin, the way she feels wrapped around me, touching me everywhere that she’s able to. Choosing me, choosing us, the two of us fighting for each other, for our future. Nothing could keep us apart, not even a bullet, not even me.
I'm lost in the sight of her, in the feeling of being connected to her like this, my orgasm rapidly approaching as I stroke her clit feverishly, when the heart monitor starts going crazy. The steady beeping becomes rapid and erratic, and suddenly, alarms are sounding.
"Shit," Sienna gasps, starting to pull away, but my hands tighten on her hips.
"Don't stop," I growl, my vision slightly hazy with need and possibly the overuse of my injured body. "Don't you dare stop."
"But the monitors?—"
"I don't care about the fucking monitors. I’m so fucking close, and you’re going to come with me when I?—"
The door bursts open, and a nurse rushes in, stopping short when she sees us tangled together on the bed. Her eyes go wide, and she makes a sound of shock that would be funny under any other circumstances.
"Sir, you need to—The monitors are—What are you?—"
"Get out," I snarl without taking my eyes off Sienna, putting every ounce of authority and menace I possess into the words.
The nurse goes slightly pale. "But the alarms?—"
"Get. Out." I enunciate each word clearly, using the voice that's made grown men piss themselves in fear. "I'm busy with my wife."
The nurse looks like she's caught between doing her job and preserving her life. The alarms are still sounding, and I'm sure we look absolutely ridiculous, but I don't give a shit.
"The heart monitor—" she tries again weakly.
"Is working perfectly fine," I say, never breaking eye contact with the woman above me. "My heart rate is elevated because I'm making love to my wife. Now get the fuck out of my room."
Despite everything—the embarrassment, the alarms, the absurdity of the situation—Sienna starts to laugh. The sound is infectious, bubbling up from somewhere deep in her chest, and I feel my own lips twitch with suppressed laughter.
"You're insane," she whispers, still giggling, still perched on my cock. It twitches inside of her, and she gasps.
