Page 89 of Deceitful Oath
For civilians like Lux, it opens up a wound that never stops bleeding. It becomes a memory that replays in their mind on repeat, always tormenting them and reminding them that danger is near.
“Let’s call that doctor, shall we?” I ask softly, pulling her up to stand in front of me. The warm water pelts down onto our heads and shoulders, lulling us into a sense of safety. Hot steam encircles us, as if we’re floating through the clouds.
I wrap my arms around her waist, pressing her against me, and just hold her. She has no more tears to cry, but she melts into my touch, relaxing for the first time today.
When we’re both pruney, I drag her out of the shower and wrap her up in a cashmere bathrobe. She climbs under the blankets as I make the call and join her.
We lay in silence, holding each other until the doctor shows up. With Lux on my chest, the world feels right again. Her sunshine breaks through the darkness, pushing away the horrors of today. I sigh, content to be here again, and pull her close as the elevator dings.
After the doctor checks us out and bandages our wounds, we crawl back into bed, completely spent. Lux climbs into my arms, resting her cheek on my bare chest again.
“I…love you,” she whispers, her voice barely reaching my ears. I don’t know if I’m dreaming, but I pull her closer and say it back. I feel her smile against my chest, and I know that everything’s going to be all right.
I kiss the top of her hair, and she twines her arms around my neck, looking up at me with love in her eyes. She’s so golden, so pure, even with that bandage on her temple, that I lean down to brush my lips against hers.
I promised to control myself tonight, wanting to give her space and time to process her ordeal, but she reciprocates my kiss.
“Luxy?”
“Make me forget everything,” she whispers, her cheeks flushed pink. “I just want to feel you and me, nothing else.”
My cock twitches at the idea, ready to spring into action, but I force myself to relax. I trace small circles down her back, and she melts into my side, moaning lightly. For once in my life, I don’t think sex is the right move, but her eyes are drawing me in again.
I lean down and capture her mouth, keeping it gentle and slow. She slides her tongue against my lips, seeking more.
“Please,” she begs, deepening the kiss. Her cinnamon-scented shampoo wafts over me, stirring something up inside me. I’ll never be able to smell cinnamon without thinking of Lux’s naked body against mine, her hair falling around us like a curtain.
I slide her up until she’s straddling me. She leans down, flattening her chest against mine and we fall into a daze of soft kisses and gentle caresses. My hands slide across her back, marveling at how soft and silky her skin is.
I would give everything up and leave it all behind just to do this every day.
The money. The power. The family. None of it matters when she’s by my side.
Hell, I’d move into her dinky studio apartment and work three jobs if it meant coming home to her.
She giggles, cocking an eyebrow up at me. “Would you now?”
“Oh,” I blush, laughing it off. “Did I say that out loud?”
“With six jobs between the two of us, I think we can afford a small one-bedroom,” she says, kissing me sweetly on the chin.
I laugh out loud, giddy with joy that my happy, ridiculous Lux is slowly coming back to me. She grins down at me, tossing her hair over her shoulder and everything inside me snaps. I grab her hips and slide her down to feel me, causing her to arch her back and moan.
My body is practically vibrating with need and she doesn't waste any time. As she slides down onto me, every nerve in my body ignites with a bliss so intense it is almost unbearable.
Colors burst with brilliance around me while the world fades away. All I can focus on is her face, scanning every perfect feature from her wild, wide eyes to the tiny freckle on her lower lip.
She’s building a slow and steady rhythm, swiveling her hips as she rides me. Her hands reach up, cupping her breasts, and she throws her head back.
I feel like I’m staring up at a goddess. Her magic flows through my veins, making me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt after coming so close to death.
I flip her onto her back, studying the masterpiece that is her face. I lose myself in the galaxies of her eyes, the curve of her lips, the sprinkle of freckles across her nose. I press my chest against hers, kissing her neck while I thrust into her—hot, wet, and so ready for me.
Our heartbeats thunder in perfect harmony with the universe, every beat a celebration of our existence—our survival. She moans my name, biting her lip from screaming as the thrusts get wilder and deeper.
I know I won’t last long, but it feels like she won’t either as she clenches and pulls me from inside.
Her breathing turns rhythmic, matching mine. With one slender finger, she pulls my chin down so that our eyes lock.