Page 88 of Erik's Salvation
At the feelof Hannah’s walls pulsing around him, Erik groaned and drove harder inside her, her shuddering and trembling spurring on his own need.
He needed her like he needed air. Like he needed food and shelter andlife. She gave him everything. She gave him calm when every other part of his world was in complete fucking chaos.
This woman had stolen her way into his life, giving it new meaning.
She moaned, and that sound goaded him to move faster, until he couldn’t fucking stop. White-hot fire ripped through him. He got three more thrusts in before his entire body convulsed, and he broke.
When he was finally still, he didn’t try to move away. His hand remained on her breast and his other between her legs, while her walls hugged his cock. So damn connected.
Their quick breaths cut through the otherwise quiet room. He kissed her neck. Her hum was soft this time, barely discernable. The next kiss was to her jawline, then her shoulder.
When he finally pulled out, he groaned.
Immediately, she turned and nuzzled into his chest. “That was…”
“Perfect,” he finished for her.
“Yes. Perfect.” She pushed up on his chest and looked at him. Those blue eyes…they pierced him. Looked like they could see into his damn soul. “Are you okay?”
His chest tightened. He didn’t want to talk about the blood on his hands when he was in bed with her. The scum of the earth he interacted with. “It’s done now.”
A sadness washed over her eyes…because he hadn’t answered her question. Because he couldn’t. He couldn’t tell her a pretty little lie, and he couldn’t tell her the dirty truth.
She swallowed. “Okay.” Then a small smile spread across her lips, and fuck, it was glorious. “Giving you a key was a good idea.”
He tightened his arm around her. “If you hadn’t, I would have found a way in.”
Nothing would keep him from this woman. Not when she’d become so fucking vital to him.
The smile slipped and an emotion he couldn’t name took its place. “Good.”
His gaze caught on a small scar between her breasts. It was dark so he could barely see it, but he remembered it from the first time they’d been together. He hadn’t asked about it…but now something cold and hard slid through his blood.
“What’s that from?” He didn’t really have to ask. He knew a knife scar when he saw one. Gently, he grazed his finger over the old wound.
She swallowed. “When I was sixteen, I was placed in a…not-so-safe home.”
His hand fisted involuntarily. “What happened?”
“It was the middle of the night. My foster father came into my room and attacked me. He cut my bra down the middle with a knife. That’s what the scar is from.”
The anger inside him turned into a rage so dark, he almost couldn’t control it. “Did he—”
“No. He was drunk, and I fought him off. The attack was classified as a sexual assault but not rape.”
Still too fucking much. “Tell me he’s dead, Angel.” If not—
“He’s dead.”
Something flickered in her eyes. Some emotion he couldn’t name. But she sighed and leaned her head against his chest. Whatever it was, she didn’t want to share.
He stroked her soft, silky hair. “Sleep, Angel. You’re safe with me.”
“I know.”
His arm tightened around her. Her feeling safe with him…fuck, it was everything.
He needed to get up and shower, but not right now. Now, all he wanted was to hold her. To listen as her soft breaths lengthened in her sleep. She was so damn peaceful. And he fucking needed that. He’d never wanted to need another person again, because then you had someone who could be taken away. Someone who could be used to destroy you.
