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“Then, take me.”
A groan of approval accompanied his lips as they moved from my neck, pulling the towel off me with his hand. As I writhed beneath him, he teased my nipples, taking each one into his mouth and lavishing attention on them. He continued to descend, trailing kisses down my chest and stomach before settling between my thighs.
For a tantalizing moment, he stared at my center, his hot breath fanning across my sensitive skin. “You’re so beautiful, mon joli petit amant. Perfect.”
Then he was on me. His touch was electric, the swirl of his tongue around my clit sending waves of pleasure through me. His movements were slow and deliberate, as if he were savoring every moment as much as I was. My body trembled, my head falling back as my hips rolled of their own accord. He sucked and licked at my clit as his fingers penetrated inside me, forcing a moan to tear from my lips.
“Ethan... please.”
My core pulsed around his fingers, my orgasm teasing me right to the edge. His fingers rubbed that sensitive spot inside of me as I fought against his grasp on my hips.is lips sealed around my clit, and I doubled down his efforts as I ground my pussy against his face. When I finally tipped over the edge, I cried out, the iron heat sweeping over me, causing my whole body to tremble with euphoria.
When my tremors eased, he crawled back over my body, pressing his lips against mine.
“Gods, you’re amazing,” he breathed, his eyes darkening. “You’re so beautiful like this.”
Every other thought left my mind when he leaned down again to kiss me, his presence taking over every one of my senses.
Slipping his hand between us, he guided his hard length inside me. The way his girth stretched me was a delicious pressure, making both of us groan at how exquisite it felt.
With deep thrusts, he worked himself deeper until there was no space not filled with him—no space left in me to feel any pain or remorse. It was only him. And as he rolled his hips slowly and thoroughly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me until my cheeks tingled, I knew he was all I would ever want.
Moving his hands to my hips, Ethan’s grip tightened as he took me harder, the headboard slamming against the wall with every collision of our bodies. I lifted my hips to meet his as I chased another orgasm, the coil in my belly tightening until I could no longer hold back.
With Ethan’s name on my lips, I screamed as my orgasm washed over me in an intense wave, my body quivering. I clung to him as my body pulsed around him, the clench of my pussy bringing him to his own climax.
With a guttural groan, he released himself into me, warming my insides with his seed. When the tension in his body eased, his kisses languid, our bodies trembling as we both came down from the clouds.
Chapter 42
The Survivor
Two Weeks Later
The scent of fresh beignets and coffee greeted me as I walked out of the bedroom in Ethan’s apartment—the apartment that became mine as well the moment we’d left the safehouse. After he and I had narrowly escaped with our lives, we’d remained in the cabin outside New Orleans for four days, healing from our wounds, both physical and psychological, while connecting on a level I’d never shared with Joshua. A huge part of my own healing was staying away from the media, but Phantom kept an eye on the news coverage for the two fires and bodies found in the ashes. Although the investigation was ongoing, all reports chalked it up to a rival gang war. From what he gathered from the coverage and reports he hacked into, the authorities were not looking into anyone outside of that.
When I made my way into the kitchen, his black t-shirt loosely hanging off my shoulder, Ethan was already awake, standing at the kitchen counter arranging a tray of pastries. His tattooed arms flexed as he turned, flashing me a smile that made my heart skip.
“Morning, Little Red,” he said, his hair still tousled from sleep. “Thought we’d start the day off right.”
Crossing the room, I leaned up on my toes to kiss him, savoring the sweet taste of powdered sugar on his lips. “You’re going to spoil me.”
“That’s the plan.”
With our cups of coffee and a plate of what amounted to pure sugar, we settled on the balcony overlooking the street below. The wrought iron felt cool under my palms as I soaked in the city, its energy thrumming through my veins. After all I’d been through at my own house, I never wanted to live there again, but Ethan’s apartment was close to work, so it had been a no-brainer. After everything we’d endured, it felt surreal to finally be there together, starting a new chapter in our lives. No more looking over our shoulders. No more violence and fear. Just him and me, wrapped in the blanket of our new life.
Almost too soon, he squeezed my hand, flashing me one of those devilish smiles that made my knees weak. “Time to go, love. Don’t want to be late.”
My stomach fluttered with nerves and excitement as I brushed my teeth and pulled on my clothes. He was taking me to meet his family—the niece he adored enough to risk his life for, and the sister that meant the world to him. Although he’d assured me repeatedly I didn’t have to be nervous, I wanted to make a good impression and show them that I was worthy of him. It was funny how the tables had turned. For weeks, it had always been him who insisted he wasn’t good enough for me, but I never shared that opinion. Feeling for him the way I did now, I was so grateful I hadn’t listened to him.
Walking into the bathroom, already dressed in his signature black hoodie and jeans, he seemed to read my thoughts. “They’re going to love you like I do, mon joli petit amant. Just be yourself.”
I nodded, breathing deep to calm my nerves as we headed out the door.
The hospital loomed large and imposing as we walked through the sliding doors. The scent of antiseptic stung my nose as the hush of quiet voices blanketed the lobby. I’d been to the same hospital several times before, so I knew it was the best, but going into it to see a very sick child twisted my insides. So many of us live our lives never thinking about the children in the Pediatric Intensive Care Units or children’s hospitals—we never have to bear witness to sick children—truly sick children—and I knew it would break my heart to see it.
Ethan gave my hand a reassuring squeeze as he guided me toward the elevator. “This way.”
My heels clicked against the speckled tiles, each step ratcheting up my anxiety. What if his family didn’t approve? What if I couldn’t connect with his niece? Doubt swirled like a gathering storm. Bane had quickly become my everything, and I his, and I wanted his family to accept me as their own.