Page 100 of Heart of Iron
“Mine,” he growled.“You’re mine.”
“Always,” she cried, her body tipping over that sharp, electric edge again.
His cry echoed hers, hot seed flooding against her stomach.Lena collapsed against the sheets, panting hard.There was no time to relax.Will shoved her onto her back, his eyes wild as he wiped the seed from her skin.Only when the last trace of it was gone did his shoulders relax.He balled the sheet up and threw it away.
Lena reached for him, “Come here.”
The muscle strained in his thighs.“I shouldn’t.”His gaze drifted to the sheet, voice hoarse.“I shouldn’t have risked even that.”
Languorous heat settled through her body.She wanted to sleep, desperately.Stretching catlike, she smiled up at him.“That wasn’t a question, Will.”
He owned her utterly.And yet, when it came down to it, she owned a part of him too.
He came, his body pressing hard on hers, driving her into the mattress.Lena smiled to herself and held him close, rubbing her cheek against his throat.
Iloveyou.
But they were words she didn’t dare utter, words that would only cause pain in this moment.She didn’t want to cry.Didn’t want to see that sleepy satisfaction fade from his eyes.This moment was for them.The last one they could ever have.
The thought made her smile fade slightly but she forced it away.Mine, she told herself, sliding her arms around him and holding him tight.The familiar scent of his body flooded her nostrils and she pressed her face into his hair and breathed deep.
No thought of the future.No thought of what couldn’t be.
Just the moment.
One she never wanted to let go of.
Twenty-two
A soft hand stroked his chest.
Will yawned and struggled to open his eyes.He felt better than he had in years, so relaxed he could barely lift his head off the pillow.The room was dark, the sheets stained with the scent of Lena and the musky scent of—
He froze.
Then caught the hand that stroked his chest.
“Lena,” he whispered, lifting his head off the pillow.Starlight glittered through the crack between the curtains.
“Mmph?”She made a sleepy sound and snuggled against him.
She was naked, her leg thrown over his and her head resting on his shoulder.Panic erupted, his heart bursting into a racing staccato.He could feel every inch of impossibly smooth skin, her body slick against his.
The scent of sex.Of his seed, mingled with the delicious scent of her own body.
The loose end of the bandage on her hand tickled his chest.What had he done?Looking around wildly, he saw the discarded roll of sheet.Memory flooded back in.His fingers, wet within the heat of her body, Lena gasping beneath him, her face twisted with ecstasy.Thrusting hard between her thighs, her knees clamped together like a vise as he spilled his seed against her stomach…
Will’s head hit the pillow.Thank God.He hadn’t taken her.Hadn’t infected her.Relief flooded through him and he caught her hand, squeezing it gently.
The bandage tickled his fingers.He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her fingertips.Lena barely stirred.
Frowning, he rolled onto his side.She tumbled into his arms like a rag doll, a flush of perspiration on her gleaming, naked skin.
“Lena?”he whispered.Why the devil wasn’t she responding?
His side was wet where she’d been lying against him.Will’s eyebrows furrowed deeper and he pressed a hand against her forehead.
Perspiration drenched her hair.She moaned slightly, her head lolling as if she sought to remove his hand.He drew it back, mind racing.
