“Thank you, Gregor. That means a lot,” I told him.
He shook his head and waved his hand. “The least we could do, Delilah. The very least.”
That was nice.
“Good night,” Gregor finished.
“’Night,” I replied.
Abel said nothing, just pulled me out of the room. He dropped my hand but tucked me close, his arm around my shoulders, when we were in the hall.
I swallowed.
It will give him much to cherish as he continues his immortal one when you’re gone.
Was he memorizing this moment, walking down a hall with me?
I knew I would if I were him.
I slid my arm around his waist and pressed close to his side.
“You want your dad?” he asked softly.
Yes, I wanted my dad. I wanted to wail in his arms and bitch about how unfair life was and get pissed and throw things because my man had to live an eternity without me, without everybody, and I had to live my time with my man, knowing he would.
But I didn’t say that because I wasn’t going to do that. I wasn’t going to mention it at all. Because Abel didn’t mention it at all. He didn’t say that first fucking word. He didn’t bitch or wail or throw things.
He carried on. He lived his life. He smiled. He laughed. He got pissed. He loved his family. He was falling in love with me.
So I was going to put all my time and energy in giving Abel much to cherish as he continued his immortal life without me.
“No, baby, I want you,” I said to the floor as we walked on it.
He pulled me closer, bent in, and kissed the side of my head.
I closed my eyes and let him guide me to our room.
* * * * *
Naked, on my knees like he liked me, one hand to the bed, one arm stretched out, fingers curled around Abel’s, which were curled around the ironwork of the headboard as he leaned over me, bracing himself in his arm, pounding inside me.
I dropped my head at the sheer beauty, the blazing heat.
“Touch yourself, pussycat,” he ordered gruffly, sliding his other arm around my chest to keep me in position while I moved my hand from the bed to between my legs.
I touched myself, but I touched him, gliding my fingers back to feel his big cock stretch me, fill me, drive into me.
Yes.
This was it.
This was us.
This was what we’d be.
Wild and free.
Fucking wild. Living wild. Living free. Saving the world. Kicking ass. Packing it all in. Not missing a moment. Not wasting an instant.
I bent my neck back and twisted my head so I had lips to the skin on his neck.
“Love your cock,” I whispered.
“Know that,” he grunted, giving it to me, driving deep and grinding in.
I whimpered and then kept whispering, “Wanna sleep with you inside me.”
“Give you that.”
“Want you to wake me up, fucking me.”
“Give you that too, baby.”
“You’ll give me anything.”
“That’s right,” he growled, pulling out and starting to pound in again. “Anything, Lilah.”
“That’s what you’ll get from me.”
“Pussycat, fuckin’ you hard on your knees. You think I don’t know you’ll give me anything?”
I closed my eyes.
“Up,” he grunted, not giving me the choice and pulling my hand from the headboard, yanking me up with his arm at my chest as he sat back on his calves, taking me with him so I was sitting, impaled on his cock. “You give me anything, let me watch you take yourself there.”
I’d give him anything.
So I fucked myself wild on his cock, rubbing my clit, my head resting back on his shoulder, one of his hands curled around my breast, the fingers of his other whispering through the hair between my legs, his mouth to my shoulder, his eyes watching me take myself there.
“Look at you, burying me deep,” he murmured roughly.
I couldn’t. I was coming.
Then I was coming harder when he pushed me forward, not to my knees, to my belly, cheek to the pillow, legs spread wide, his hands in the bed, his hips pistoning, his cock pounding into me.
“Abel, baby,” I moaned, bucking with my orgasm, jolting each time I took his cock.
“Like that?” he growled.
“Yeah,” I panted.
“Tell me you like it, Lilah.”
“I like it, baby,” I breathed, then it washed over me again, my lips parting with the force of my silent release.
Abel tangled a hand in my hair and yanked my head back and to the side so he could watch me come. And when he did, I gave him a show because one could say I seriously liked my man pulling my hair. But it was better because it felt like he was using it to drive me down harder on his big dick.
“I keep coming,” I gasped as more burned through me, my body shaking with it.
“Yeah, fuck yeah, I feel it. Keep goin’, baby. Milk me.”
He had to shut up or I was going to die from orgasming.
“Abel,” I cried, my body now spasming.
“Fuck…” He pulled out and rammed in. “Yeah.”
And finally he came, bucking over me, inside me, taking me along for his ride as he growled his climax. He released my hair but sank his teeth in my shoulder. Not the vamp ones. His.
Freaking amazing.
He brought us both down by continuing to fuck me, now slow and sweet but still deep.
I closed my eyes and took it, loving each stroke, listening to his breath even, feeling him shift his hips to guide his cock to hit a sweet spot, then back, giving it all to me.
Suddenly he pulled out and rolled off, but I was on my belly without him for only a millisecond before he tugged me over him again.