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As I run my gaze down her perfect body her face goes pink, but she holds her own, not shrinking or trying to hide. This woman has no idea how strong she is. Or how weak she makes me.
Shoving my briefs to the floor, I enter the stall. Taking the bottles from her hands and placing them back on the shelf, I slide the hair from her face, lower my head and softly press my lips to hers. Home.
She wraps her arms around my waist, and I lift my head. Sliding her hands up my chest, she pauses at each scar, scrape, and burn mark and kisses each one. Tattoo’s cover the worst. Then she flicks the bar piercing on my nipple. I groan and place my forehead against hers.
“I was so afraid they’d killed you,” she whispers.
“I’m a hard sonofabitch to take down, babe. Have you washed your hair?”
“No.”
“Good, then I get to.”
“Not until after I wash your body.” Taking the loofah off the hook, she brazenly suds it up then starts with my chest then my arms before slipping around me and doing my back, butt and back of my legs. “Go ahead and do your own hair this time since I can’t reach it.”
Once I’ve lathered up, she slips around to my front and drops to her knees. “Oh fuck!”
“There are some gaps in my education, but I’m a fast learner. I don’t really know what I’m doing, but people at the club seemed to be enjoying this.” She suds my cock, stroking me with her soft hands and looks up at me.
Shit. I didn’t even think about what she was seeing as we worked our way to safety.
I can’t help smirking. “Babe, I’d say you’re a natural.”
Wrapping my hands around her waist I lift her, pressing her back against the wall and holding her in place with my thigh between her legs. “But I’m taking care of you.”
Squeezing a dollop of shampoo into my palms I build up a lather then cup the sides of her head stroking through her thick tresses. “My turn to play.”
I feed off her lips as I massage her scalp and clean her hair. Slipping my hand lower I cup her breasts, gently squeezing then plucking her hard nipples. I’m so hard, I’m about to thrust into her right here.
Her first time needs to be in a bed where I can worship her. Grabbing the handheld, I rinse us both. We dry quickly, both hungry for the other then I help her dry her hair and carry her to our bed. Laying her in the center, I stare down at her.
“I may not have a ring on your finger yet. But this is our wedding night. The first night of the rest of our lives. I swear to you on what I hold sacred that I will always protect you, be faithful to you. Love and cherish you.”
“You’ve already saved me, Stryker. I will never doubt your love or faithfulness. You have mine. I have one request.” She kneels and reaches for my hands. “I know there is darkness, evil in the world. I know you do dangerous things. Teach me. Teach me how to at least be able to watch over you while you rest. Teach me so I can guard your back when you need help. Share with me your burdens so I can help carry the load. We are in this, all of this, together. No secrets, no lies between us. I need to be part of your life, not the figurine on the shelf.”
My woman. My soulmate. My strength. “Mine.”
CHAPTER 20
Ruin
He lowers us to the mattress, his forearms on either side of my torso, his hips wedged between my spread legs, his cock pressed against my core.
I have no fear of the strength and power in his body. I am his and he is mine. He will never harm me. His kiss is claiming and freeing at the same time. He nibbles and soothes, then does it again before thrusting his tongue against mine, not in battle, but in bonding.
Clutching his back, I hold him to me, meeting his hunger with my own. The female parts of me rise up, glorying in his demands and demanding in return as I arch my hips against him. Kissing my neck then down a path between my breasts, he pauses to suckle one nipple then the other. Need ignites to send flames coursing through my nerves. I arch my hips. “I need, I need something.”
“Soonmo ghrá. I know what you need babe.”
He licks a path between my breasts to my navel and lower. His tongue touches my clit and I’m gasping for air, handsclutching his hair. My back arches of its own accord. I feel his chuckle against my sensitized nub. My body tenses as if I’m reaching for something. “Stryker, Stryker I can’t bre?—”
Something breaks inside me, and the most delicious shudder wracks every last nerve in my body. My breath catches in my throat. Flopping back onto the mattress, my body feels like it’s floating. The soft brush of his beard teases as he kisses my nub before trailing kiss after kiss up my body until he reaches my lips. He leans on his elbow, looks down on me, and gently brushes my cheek. His touch is somehow reverent, protective.
“Is it always like that?”
“Yes and no.” He brushes the hair from my forehead. “Sex can be soft or… intense. The release is, should be, euphoric.”
“Intense is more your style.”