where you think you’re saving me.”
“So this was just my punishment?”
“Not even close.”
Slipping out of her, I clean myself in the sink while she jumps back into the shower.
Dressing and buckling my belt, I sweep my gaze over her. She’s the reason I’ve never seen another woman in the same light, because to me, no one could ever compare.
“Once they find his body, this will escalate beyond anything we’ve seen before,” I say, back to business as she steps out and reaches for a fresh towel.
“Then we’ll let them come for us. We’ll use this place to our advantage. Get our men on the roof, in the trees. We want them everywhere.”
With one curt nod, it already feels right having her at my side, calling the shots.
Chapter Forty-Six
Jamila
Apart from being in his bed, the window ledge is my favourite place in Raphael’s bedroom. Outside, the night sky is darker than usual, and everything is still. I can’t see a single soldier outside, but they’re there—they’re everywhere.
“They would’ve found Damon’s body by now,” I murmur as Raphael leans against the ledge. He’s bare chested, dressed in sweats that hang low on his hips, and I have to drag my eyes up to meet his before I lose my train of thought.
“Then we wait.”
Yes, we wait, because they will come, and I’m expecting them to turn up making a show of force, heavily armed.
“It doesn’t matter how ugly this fight gets. Your beauty makes it all worthwhile.”
“Our lives are what we’re fighting for,” I remind him.
Sometimes, I wonder how we were prophesied to bring peace when most of the time, our approach to victory differs.
“Will you miss it?”
“What?”
“When this is over, will you miss the fighting?”
“There’ll still be fighting.”
Confusion mars his strong features, and it makes me smile.
“Someone will have to go against you when you submit your plans to modernise Vita.”
His laugh fills the quietness, and he angles his body so he’s facing me, brushing the wisps of hair away from my face.
“I’m looking forward to it, my Mila.”
Closing my eyes, I lean into his touch and kiss the palm of his hand before he cups my cheek.
“Are you going to miss the fighting?” I ask him.
It’s all we’ve ever known. It’ll be easy for me to live in peace, but will it be so easy for him?
“Not even a little bit.” His smile widens. “I’m going to finally enjoy the beauty of life.”
I desperately wish to sink into his perfect idea of a future for us, but that last shred of doubt still lingers. However, I’m too tired to keep my grip on it.
“You make me believe anything is possible. You always could.”
Shifting, he repositions me so he’s standing between my legs. “Because everything is possible.”
Sliding his hands under my thighs, he lifts me and carries me over to his bed. I go willingly, and am surprised when he twists and lays down himself, leaving me straddling him. Careful of his leg, I make myself comfortable and run my finger down his chest.
“I used to wonder what we’d be like together the older we got.” Leaning over, I brush my lips over his peck, pressing a kiss over where his heart beats. “I used to imagine us like this.”
He hardens beneath me, and I purposefully wiggle, getting myself worked up while getting him even harder.
“Show me what you imagined.” His voice is thick and heady. “Give…” I swallow whatever he was going to say in a kiss, rocking back and forth over him, making sure to push down on his hardness. Digging my nails into his chest, I pull away and lower myself down his body, running my tongue down and over his perfectly carved abdomen until I’m nestled between his legs. Keeping my eyes on his, I stroke his length until his eyes drift shut and he bucks his hips forward, urging me on.
Scooping my hair into a ponytail with my free hand, I hold it tight and lean over, taking him into my mouth.
His precum coats my tongue, and I flick it over his tip before sucking him in as far as I can as I work my mouth over him, gradually bobbing my head faster and faster.
“Christ, Mila, you used to imagine this?” he groans, leaning up on his elbows.
Keeping him exactly where I want him, I let go of my hair and use my hand to push against his chest to force him back down. Taking the hint, I release his dick with a pop. Catching