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“I know that!”
“Then look at me. Feel me. You feel that cock stretching you? That’s throbbing for you? That’s all that matters.”
He wasn’t deep enough. He jerked out and flipped her onto her stomach and positioned her on her hands and knees. He forced her head down, gripped her hips, and let his beast reign. He pounded her tender ass. She screamed, and he gloried in it. It fed his bloodlust. The only one she needed to fear was him.
When she was raw and pleading, he turned her over and slipped back into her. She stared up at him, face streaked with tears. He gripped her face as he drove his aching cock into her.
“Do you understand?” he hissed.
She nodded.
“They don’t get to take you from me. Not a minute, not even in your fucking dreams. Every time they intrude, I’m bringing you back any way I see fit. You understand?”
Her breath hitched, and she reached between them and gripped his cock, which jerked.
“Make me forget, Gavin.”
He fucked her hard and smothered her face when she screamed. When he came inside her, his vision flashed white. He collapsed on top of her and tried to catch his breath. When he gathered the strength to move, he peeled their sweaty skin apart and found that she was passed out beneath him.
He was such a good husband. He fucked the nightmares right out of his wife. He checked her to make sure he hadn't done too much damage, then went into the bathroom to clean himself. Leaning toward the mirror, he examined the scratches on his face, which were seeping blood. His wife was a wild one. He brought back a washcloth to wipe his dripping seed. No blood. She didn’t stir, which pleased him. This is how his wife should be—so worn out from fucking that she slept peacefully.
He examined her ass, which was red and showed the promise of bruising. He placed her in bed and brushed her damp hair from her face. Lyla was his sleeping beauty—gold hair, blue eyes, and oh so innocent before he entered her life. She let the big bad wolf get her and even came with a wicked father who wanted to do her harm.
Lyla was a far cry from the innocent who offered him her virginity. Being in his world changed her and tailored her into the woman he needed—a woman who would stand beside him and protect what was theirs. He approved of her bite. His eyes lingered over the faint tear trails on her cheeks. He wouldn’t allow her dreams of phantoms and other dead people to affect her thoughts and feelings. There was enough to keep her occupied in the present. Besides, only he was allowed to make her cry.
He kissed her pouty lips and skimmed his fingertips over her skin while she lay pliant and still in his arms. He traced the scars on her chest over and over, as he had on so many other nights. Wrath burned in his gut. He allowed the fire to course through his veins. He may not be the crime lord any longer, but he would make sure to keep his edge. There was bound to be some idiot who wanted to challenge him. He would hit back so hard no one would dare touch what was his.
Just before sunrise, Lyla let out a whimper. He looked down and saw her features screwed up in acute mental anguish. He tipped her on her back and spread her legs. He pressed against her opening and eased the head in. She went rigid and tried to get away, but he kept her where he wanted her, taking his cock.
“You feel me, baby?” he murmured. “I’m the baddest motherfucker in the city. I’m the only one you need to worry about. Tell them fuck off and come play with me.”
Lyla frowned, still locked in her bad dream. Her hands plucked at the sheets and her legs jerked, but she wasn’t coordinated enough to put up a fight. Good. He didn’t want to tussle so early in the morning. He was in the mood to savor. He watched her face as he eased in and out of her pussy. She looked confused as hell, which made him grin.
“I like seeing you helpless,” he murmured in her ear. “Even in sleep, you respond to me. You’re getting wet. Such a good girl. You know daddy’s voice, hmm?”
She gave him another whimper, but she wasn’t near tears anymore. She was still locked in sleep while he played her body.
“You sore, baby? Is that why you’re squeezing me so tight?” He licked her ear and then bit down. “Good. You’re gonna think of me every time you try to sit or bend over today.”
Her face screwed up again, and her hands twitched at her sides. Even as he rocked in and out of her, a tear slid out of the corner of her eye.
“I dream of your dad too, but in it, I’m slitting his throat,” he confessed as he licked away the tear and peppered kisses over her face when her breathing hitched in distress. “You’re safe with me… for the moment.”
He stroked her rounded stomach. She wasn’t as thin as she had been before Nora. The pregnancy weight turned into muscle, which she had begun to use against him. It fired up his blood. His wife was being trained into a warrior and had no qualms about using her newfound knowledge and strength against him. He loved it.
“I’ll train you so you can last longer than a few minutes when we spar. Maybe I’ll get you pregnant when I have you bound and gagged in the basement.” The memory of the last time they fucked in the basement made him groan. “I better fuck you raw now. Can’t fuck you too rough when you’re pregnant.”
He stopped so he wouldn’t blow. It was amazing how, even unconscious, she threatened his control. This small woman affected him on every level. She held all the fucking cards.
“You make me feel too much. You hold my reins, baby girl. Give me a lead and I’ll destroy whoever you want me to.”
Lyla was completely relaxed now, her nightmare gone. Her thighs were spread on either side of him. He sank into her and grinned when her eyelids fluttered, almost as if she wanted to wake but couldn’t.
“Such a sound sleeper,” he crooned. “The first time you came back to me I fucked you sleeping because you made this sound …” He had to make a concentrated effort to stop his climax. “I couldn’t wait. You knew me even in sleep, just as I’d know you. We haven’t even skimmed the surface of what we can be together.”
He sat up and positioned her thighs so he could go even deeper. Her calves flexed, and she arched as her head tossed restlessly on the pillow.
“Will you give me a son next, baby girl?” He couldn’t go slow any longer. He pumped into her and held her down with a hand on her chest to stop her from turning on her side. “I love seeing you pregnant and having everyone know who owns you. You’ll give me warriors. You’ll give me everything I ask because I won’t accept anything less.”
