Page 61 of Property of Scythe
She sucks in a breath of surprise. “How?”
“I saw you in visions. They didn’t stop until I met you that first morning when I dropped off Mila in class.”
“Scythe, I saw you too.”
Now it’s my turn to be surprised. “What do you mean?”
“I dreamed of you. More than once,” she admits. “I don’t care why, if I’m honest. I just care that we’re together.”
And that’s how I know this isn’t chance. It never was, not that I doubted it. But tonight, she nearly died. “And you still faced a killer.” I’m pissed at her for risking her life.
“I had to save Emma.” She’s so resolute.
“I almost lost you tonight,” I say as my voice cracks. “Scared the fuck outta me, Lottie. Don’t you see that?”
“I know. Scared me too.” Her hands glide up my chest and circle my neck, where she locks her fingers in place.
“I need you, baby. I need to be inside you so I know you’re here and safe where you belong.”
“Then kiss me.”
Her order is met with hunger. I’m suddenly fucking ravenous for her as I lift her, devouring her mouth as I press her up against the shower wall.
“I don’t think I can be gentle right now.”
“It’s okay. I want you to fill me, Scythe. Erase that killer from our minds so we can leave it behind us.”
And that’s what I do.
I don’t have to worry that she’s wet enough. As I dip my fingers between her thighs, I slide through her silken lips and feel her arousal. It instantly turns me on even more.
With her legs wrapped around my waist, she’s at the perfect height. I wrap my palm around my cock and stroke, groaning because I’m so fucking hard for her. When I line up and press inside her pussy, I shudder.
“Fuck. You feel good, baby.”
“So do you.”
My hips snap forward, and I start to thrust, driving into her hard and fast. I’m chasing my orgasm and hers, hoping I’m hitting the right spot. I don’t have to wonder for long.
Lottie’s fingers grip my shoulders, and I can feel the bite of her nails as they sink in. “Oh, God. Just like that, Scythe.”
Her breathy voice and moans fill the bathroom,and it sends my need higher. I grip her ass and hold her still, pumping in and out, relentless in my pace. I want her body and her pussy, but I desire her heart even more.
I slow down, taking the fast fucking I intended into a slow lovemaking that proves how I feel. I can’t deny it, not to my father, and not to this fierce female that owns me.
“I need you to know something, Lottie,” I tell her, pausing as she opens her eyes. We’re staring into each other’s souls, and neither of us is holding back. I see what I already know reflected in her glittering green eyes.
She loves me.
“I’ve fallen for you, Lottie. You have my heart. Hell, baby, you’ve got all of me. I’m yours.”
Her smile nearly steals my breath from my lungs. “You’ve got me, too, Scythe. I love you.”
I kiss her, swallowing those words and ingesting them inside me, letting them take root. I want them to grow and thrive because there’s no one else for me.
Lottie is my woman. My love. She’s my ol’ lady. As dear to me as a wife and as addictive as a mistress.
She’s my property. And I’m forever hers.
