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“Not yet,” he rasps, the low reverberation of his voice trailing down my spine.
I stifle a moan as my nerves light up under his touch. I’m trapped in a whirlwind of contradictions—I want this to last forever, and I want him in me now. I want to fight and feel him overpower me, and I want to submit and melt into him.
He spreads my legs with a knee, the hard length of his erection pressed into me, a reminder that he sees all of me and he fucking loves what he sees.
That makes two of us.
He rises on one elbow and slides his free hand through my wetness, finding my clit and circling it slowly while his mouth closes on my nipple. I arch and moan. “Lev,” I beg, need choking me. He slides through my core, his thumb pressed to my throbbing clit.
“Patience,” he growls.
I bite my lip to stifle a whimper.
I’ve never surrendered to a man in my life.
I’ve never wanted to.
But in that moment, it takes all the strength I have to calm my frantic need to be filled by him and reunited, and instead, melt into the rising well of arousal and desire.
I slide my hands up the length of his powerful body. He positions himself above me and holds my gaze for a long moment before he enters me in one swift, perfect, satisfying thrust. I cry out, lost in pleasure. We move together as one, united and unafraid, the only people left on earth. Every thrust binds us, every breath we draw a fusion.
As my pleasure builds, he quickens his pace, pushing us both to the edge. I rake my nails down the length of his back, clinging to him, lost to sensation, worshiping his body and giving him mine. I love the way he grips my hips as if I’m not close enough and he needs me closer.
The seconds before climax are heaven. With a final, claiming thrust, we both fly into ecstasy. I scream out his name, waves of pleasure crashing through me. He groans in pleasure as he spills into me.
My hands flatten on his back, and he holds me to him. We lie there, still reeling from the enormity of mutual surrender and shared bliss.
I run a lazy finger over his shoulders, now damp with the effort. He buries his face in my hair and inhales.
As we slowly come back to reality, our duty lingering before us, he presses his lips to my temple. “I love you.”
I swallow the lump in my throat and nod. “I know.”
He laughs out loud and shakes his head. “You never fail to surprise me.”
I ruffle his hair and pull him to me, kissing the rough stubble of his cheek. “Good. You need a little more excitement in your life.” I sigh. “And I love you, too. But I really, really need to eat something and use the bathroom, and I’m worried about what happened while I was sleeping.”
It’s time to go to Colombia.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Isabella
Colombia is only one hour behind us this time of year, but I know the cartel, and I know they are moving quickly.
“Let’s get ready,” Lev says. “We need to fly to Colombia, Isabella. We’ll talk over breakfast.” I stifle a whimper at the loss of his weight on me when he gets to his feet. “Let’s find what you can eat.”
I blink. I knew it had to happen, but the reality of it all is giving me a bit of a shock. Yeah, it’s gonna be interesting heading up a cartel while being married to the king of the jungle.
But I suppose that will keep things interesting.
Turns out, I can eat anything. He’s made bacon and eggs, potatoes and toast. I slather butter on a crispy piece of toasted sourdough and hum approvingly at the rich, tangy taste. I chase that with a few slices of crispy, salty bacon, scrambled eggs, and golden potatoes. I definitely earned this appetite.
“Oh my God, this is the best food I’ve ever eaten in my life.”
Lev pours me another cup of coffee. “Have you ever had coffee made in front of a campfire? Bacon still sizzling from the cast iron before the sun rises over the mountain? Eat that shit after a ten-mile hike the day before, and you’ll think you died and went to heaven.”
“Hmm,” I say, buttering another piece of toast. “Can’t say that I have, but I’m game to travel. But only if there’s running water. And maybe WiFi. Air-conditioning in the summer and heat in the winter. After, like… maybe the baby can walk.”
