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Maybe that was why I was so dead set on the tattoo. It was my way of tying him to me forever. Ink on skin. Permanence in the most deliciously painful way.
When his thighs tensed under my hand and he squeezed my throat, I knew what he was planning to do.
He panted, chest heaving as he stared down at me. “You ready?”
Since I couldn’t move, all I could do was nod and groan around him, making him hiss.
“Good girl.” Then his hips were snapping harder, and it was all I could do to breathe through my nose as he took and took and took. “I can feel myself inside you, angel, and it feels so fucking right.”
When he came, it was with his dick as far down my throat as it could go and a groan that flooded my panties. Before I could finish swallowing, Nate hauled me off my knees and halfway onto the seat. His big hand slipped between my legs, and a hard yank had my shorts in tatters before he pulled me up and impaled me on his cock.
I immediately cried out. Going from empty to so fucking full was an adjustment, but I wanted it. I wanted that struggle to fit him inside me, the tension of fighting for every inch as his hands shoved me down.
By the time our hips were flush, I was moaning his name like a prayer.
“Holy shit,” someone whispered, but I didn’t look. There was no one else right now.
The clap of Nate’s palm against my ass was its own gunshot as he urged my hips higher, faster.
“That’s it, baby. Ride me.” I was already so close I could feel myself rippling around him, clenching, pulling him tighter inside me. “God, yes. First that mouth, now this pussy. You’re such a good girl for me, angel.”
On and on, he whispered into my ear, his body relentless as he worked me over. I’d never felt more frantic. I needed this. Needed him inside me where I could keep him, always. When I came, I dragged claw marks down his throat and shoulders, needing that visceral reminder of this moment and telling him so. He groaned, hips thrusting to meet me as he came again.
Afterward, he didn’t pull out, and I didn’t get up. I just sat there on his lap while we regulated our breathing together.
“Did I make it up to you?” I finally asked, and he laughed, making the both of us groan.
“Yeah, baby. That more than made up for it.”
“Thank God. I’m not sure we could take another episode of that show.”
A pack of baby wipes landed on the seat beside us, and I looked over, startled to see Dominic and Grey still there. When Dominic caught my eye, he winked. “Great show, mariposa. Next time, you’ll have to invite us.”
Grey shoved him away with a playful grimace and eyes full of love. “We’ll let you two clean up.”
After a serious look at Nate, Greyson shut the door and locked us in our own little world.
Nate pried his hands off my hips, brushing sweaty hair out of my face. “Are you okay?”
Admittedly, it was hard to focus when my whole body was thrumming from my orgasms and…were my ears ringing?
“Come on, angel. I need words. Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?” He looked away, and the concern was so heavy, it hurt my heart.
I pressed closer, draping myself over him. “I’m sure. I loved this. You don’t need to worry about me.”
“Yeah, I do.”
It was that simple for him. He cared for me, so he worried.
He’ll never love anyone else like this. The thought came quick and heavy, but it rang with truth. There was no one else for Nate but me. We’d fought for each other, shoved and pulled our way back from the edge.
No one would give him what I did, just like no one else could give me what he did. The chance to be both parts of ourselves. The killer and the man, the one who gave so freely and took so beautifully. The woman and the queen, who wanted to save and be saved.
He was mine. All mine.
