Page 204 of I Will Mend You
“Then let go, beautiful. I’ve got you.”
She buries her face in the hollow of my neck, her muscles tightening, her hands clawing at my back as she rides me to the brink of climax. Her cries muffle against my skin as tremors ripple through her small frame, and along the walls trembling around my cock.
My pleasure builds. Her muscles clench and spasm around my shaft, driving me closer to the edge. The sudden constricting sensation causes me to cry out. Her body quakes with her release and that sweet pussy grips my shaft. Then her keening cry has me teetering over the edge.
Hands tightening around her hips, I hold her down as I thrust up into her wet heat, each stroke harder, more desperate. The pressure within my core intensifies to the point of suffocation, setting every nerve alight. My world narrows to the feel of her around my cock, the heat, the tightness, the slick slide of her flesh against mine.
“Fuck, little ghost,” I growl, my voice strained. “I’m so close.”
Her nails dig into my back, sending sparks of electricity that power my thrusts. “Come for me, Xero,” she whispers, her voice breathy and broken. “Fill me up.”
Her words, the desperation in her voice, the pussy pumping me to insanity pushes me past the point of no return. Every muscle in my body tightens, my breath catching in my throat as the pleasure peaks. It’s like exploding fireworks, an intense, almost unbearable sensation that breaks me into a million pieces and reconstructs me into the man Amethyst needs.
My orgasm surges from the base of my spine, spreading a fiery wave of pleasure that leaves me destroyed. I bury myself deep inside my love, my cock pulsing as I release, filling her with jet upon jet of cum.
I make a silent vow never to conceal information, treat her like she’s fragile, or underestimate the depths of her strength. She’s transcended beyond the girl I strove to protect to a fierce warrior skilled in strategy, subterfuge, and survival.
Amethyst isn’t just my equal, but my perfect match.
Finally, the tremors subside, leaving me breathless and spent. I pull her close, our hearts pounding in unison. “I love you to the very marrow of my bones.”
She smiles against my lips. “And I love you to the last thread of my soul.”
The next afternoon, I walk beside Amethyst through the hallway of our medical facility, all traces of euphoria giving way to gnawing guilt. She clutches my arm, her grip reassuring, but I won’t relax until I see my little sister.
I push open the door to the same room I occupied after the fire, greeted by the familiar blips and beeping ofmonitors. Camila lies on the cot, pale and motionless, almost unrecognizable with her dark curls no longer slicked back in a bun. They spill across the pillow like she’s floating on water. I can’t remember the last time she looked so tiny.
Amethyst squeezes my arm, offering me a burst of comfort. “Talk to her.”
Swallowing hard, I edge toward the bed. “Camila,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. “It’s me.”
Her eyes flutter open, and she cracks a tiny smile. “Xero,” she rasps, her voice warm. “We did it.”
But at what cost? I force a smile. “How are you feeling?”
“Fine, just a bit sore,” she says with a wince. “Where’s Amethyst?”
“Here.” She moves to my side, placing a hand on Camila’s shoulder.
My sister closes her eyes and exhales a happy sigh. “Good. We all got out in one piece.”
I take her hand. “I’m so sorry. I swore to protect you, and I let you get hurt.”
She squeezes back. “I’m not a child anymore. I’m just the same as any operative. Besides, you couldn’t have stopped me.”
A sigh escapes my lips. I lean down, kiss her temple, and whisper against her skin, “You’re not just any operative, you’re my baby sister.”
The door opens, and Jynxson walks in, clad in a pair of boxers and a rib binder. Apart from his tousled dark hair, I wouldn’t guess they had to dig him out of a collapsed tunnel.
He pulls me into a tight hug. “I was worried about you for a minute there, man.”
“You have a count of five before my fist lands in your balls,” I say.
Snickering, Jynxson tightens his grip around my shoulders. “Then I’d better make this hug count.”
I relax in his dubious embrace. Jynxson might be the most annoying asshole to have ever existed, and flouting an inappropriate relationship with Camila, but he’s the closest thing I have to a brother. And not just because I murdered the others.
He releases me before the non-existent countdown and wraps his arms around my little ghost. As predicted, he catches my eye. The possessive rage that usually surges at the sight of another man getting close to her is absent. Amethyst’s love for me is absolute.