Page 25 of The Fighter who Needed Me
He groaned, “More than missing you. Longed for you. I hate that I cannot have you every day as I wish that we could.”
She smiled, and he saw her eyes turn hot. “You can have me now. You just have to be quiet.”
Brooks raised an eyebrow, “Is that a challenge wife?”
She nodded and he picked her up in his arms and pulled her nightgown high, so that she could wrap her legs around his waist.
He walked until she hit the nearest wall softly and he took her mouth in a deep, drugging kiss.
Which she returned fully, their tongues dueling and playing.
He kissed his way down her neck and nipped at her breast through her nightgown.
She gasped out his name and he kissed her, “We need to be quiet love. I can, can you?”
She nodded and bit her lip as he once again kissed his way to her breast where he sucked her nipple through the fabric.
She was clawing at his hair, “Brooks, I need more. Please!”
He jostled her for a bit, until he had pulled his cock out of the front falls of his breeches and impaled her with it in one quick thrust.
She let out a small mewl of pleasure and he kissed her again to keep her silent.
He used his strong legs and arms to lift her up and down on his cock over and over until she was making little noises in his mouth and he was getting closer to his climax.
‘When he thrust deep, she pulled her mouth away from his and bit his shoulder, which made his cock jerk inside her.
Her walls were squeezing his cock and with each pulse he fought harder and harder to keep his climax at bay.
But after that bite, Brooks plunged his cock in her just handful of times more and cried out her name into her skin.
Filling her with his seed, Brooks finally put her down and let her stand.
She was shaking and he kissed her softly then put her back into her bed.
“I love you Persephone. Never doubt it. Ever. Please come to me tomorrow. We will leave. Start over somewhere new. Find your strength that I know you have.”
She nodded and he kissed her before leaving the same way he came in.
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He spent the next day in a trance and tried his best to forget that she would finally be in his arms and his house every night from here on out and then as the day bled into night, he spent it pacing. For hours and hours, he paced back and forth in the salon.
Waiting. And praying she would come. As the hours slipped by though with no sign of her arrival, his stomach dropped to his toes and he knew she was not coming.
Knew that she had once again chosen her fear of her parents over him.
He knew she was under their thumb and he understood that. He did.
But he wanted nothing more than to protect her from them. He knew there was another reason he became a fighter, so he could protect her.
He never knew why he had become the fighter, until her.
He was born for her and her alone. No matter how many women had thrown themselves at him in the past, he never gave them a glance.
He knew that most men would jump at the chance to be with multiple women, but it never felt right to him.
Not after his mother spoke to him on that fateful night long ago.
