Page 79 of Savage Desires

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Page 79 of Savage Desires

"I know it's crazy and fast, but that doesn't matter. I'm not a conventional kind of man. I knew I wanted you the first moment I held you in my arms. That obsession has only grown. When you gave yourself to me so sweetly, you sealed your fate. I'm never letting you go because to let you go is to break my own heart, and I'm a selfish bastard. You're mine, Willow. Mine to cherish and love until my next breath."

She's obviously gob-smacked because she isn't saying anything, but she's not looking at me like I've lost my mind, so that's a positive. I stand at the foot of our bed with her in my arms, waiting for her to collect her thoughts. We've got forever, so I won't rush her. I know she might not be on the same page as me yet, but that's okay. She has been traumatized. Just because she's dealing with everything really well doesn't mean she's ready to give her heart away. She may never be able to love me, and that's fine as long as she doesn't leave me. I'll love her hard enough for the both of us.

"I love you, Kisten. I thought I was crazy." She laughs a little. "Everything considered, I probably am a little crazy."

"We're all a little crazy. Besides, I like your flavor of crazy. Tastes sweet like honey but better."

She snorts a laugh. "You're awful."

I nip her neck. "And you're delicious."

"Say it…"

I look into her beautiful blue eyes. I can see how hopeful she is that this is real and she's not actually going crazy. Silly woman will learn not to doubt me. "I love you, Willow. Always."

She smiles, and it lights up her whole face. "I love you, Kisten. Forever."

She presses her lips to mine. Our kiss starts soft and sweet but quickly turns heated. It doesn't take long for us to fall into bed, yanking our clothes off hurriedly. We fuck like the world is going to end. Willow screams herself hoarse from her multiple orgasms, and I come harder than I ever have, filling her so full my release spills out around my cock.

We collapse onto the bed, and I cradle her in my arms. She moves into her favorite position on my chest. She reaches between us and guides my half-hard cock back inside her slippery heat. She makes a happy humming sound and settles her ear over my heart.

"I love this," she murmurs sleepily.

"What's that?" I ask, desperate to know what part she likes best.

"Sleeping on top of you. Having your cock inside me all night. I love being connected like this," she says.

I kiss the top of her head and hug her a little tighter. "I love it too. Being buried inside your sweet pussy is my new favorite thing. If I could carry you around on my cock all day, I would."

She giggles. "Can you imagine the chaffing?"

I tickle her side. "Don't ruin the fantasy."

"Sorry," she squeals. "I promise I won't ruin any more unrealistic fantasies."

"Good. Now get some sleep, love. We've got a big day tomorrow."

She sighs. "I hope everything works out. Nolan tipping the Russians off is going to be a big problem."

"Don't worry about that anymore tonight. We've got it handled."

I stroke my fingers through her hair, helping her relax. It doesn't take much longer for exhaustion to pull her under. Her steady breathing eventually lulls me to sleep despite my brain reviewing every aspect of our plan.

I'm jerked awake by clapping and annoying laughter I'd recognize anywhere: Hera. Willow scrambles off me and almost nosedives off the bed before I can grab her.

"I knew you'd be hung, Kist, but damn. Good job locking that dick down, girl." Hera says, plopping down on the empty side of our bed.

I pull the blankets up over us. "Jesus, fuck, Hera. What the hell did I say about letting yourself into my home?"

She waves a hand. "Who knows. I stopped listening when you went on and on about how closed doors are closed for a reason. Blah blah blah."

"I was in the middle of taking a shit!"

Willow giggles, and I give her a look that makes her stop.

"Everyone poops, Kist. Get over it. I got your message. T.J. filled me in a bit when I took the gag out," Hera says with a dreamy expression.

"He's going to kill you one of these days," I warn.




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