back, devour her on the desk with her legs spread and my face buried between them as her wet hair drips on me.
When she comes for the fifth time, and I look into her lidded eyes, I know that I have to let her rest. I can’t keep pushing her body any further.
It’s then that I know we must fuck in the bed so that when her body hits her wall of exhaustion, she can fall asleep in my arms and wake up on the island with the kids.
If I succeed, Declan will be on his way before she even wakes up. I have to succeed because of all the times I’ve failed her.
“Come here,” I say, grabbing her hand and pulling her off the desk. She falls forward into my arms, too weak to even stand.
She grins up at me. “You’ve made me weak in the knees.”
“And you thought I wasn’t romantic.”
I fall back and yank her with me as we land on the bed. She doesn’t have the strength to be on top right now, so I flip us over, inching us closer to the top of the bed. My cock is already hard and pushing between her legs that she lets fall open for me. Her pussy is still drenched with our combined cum.
“Please,” she begs as her eyes begin to flutter closed. She can’t stand to keep them open any longer and yet can’t not have me inside her again.
I glance at the clock on the nightstands. It’s after three in the morning. No wonder she’s so tired.
I slide inside her in one slow stroke. This time fucking her is going to be about rocking her to sleep.
“I’m never going to let you go,” I whisper against her lips as I push inside her.
“I’m never going to want you to.”
There’s a sadness in her voice, though. One that says we have to let each other go. I refuse to believe or accept her words. I will not be letting her go. She’s mine. And I will fight every day to keep her.
“I love—”
She doesn’t let me finish. With renewed energy, she flips us over until she’s on top, riding me with much more vigor than I thought she had. I let her take control because she’s a beautiful sight riding on top of me. Her breasts bounce up and down, and her gorgeous eyes shine down on me.
Our fingers tangle together as she rides me faster and faster. Our breaths turn to pants, our voices turn to moans, our hearts flutter so fast that I’m afraid I’ll have a heart attack. None of that stops us.
“Fuck, I love you!” she screams as her orgasm pulses her pussy, milking me until my own orgasm spills from my cock.
She collapses on top of me like I expect.
I stroke her back with one arm as the other is still gripped by hers.
Within seconds I hear her breathing slow, and she’s drifting off to sleep. I consider moving her, so she’s snuggled up against me instead of on top of me, but I’d rather have her draped over my body for as long as possible.
I close my eyes, relaxing even though I know I won’t be able to sleep.
And then I feel the clink of metal around my wrist.
My eyes fly open, afraid that someone has infiltrated the room and Liesel is in danger. I fling her hard off my body to my side so I can use my body to protect her as best as I can.
I yank my arm, which is now handcuffed to the bed, but it doesn’t break free. I try again, but the metal bed frame doesn’t shift.
“Liesel, stay behind me. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
I sit up, trying to push her behind me.
My eyes scan the room, but I don’t see anyone.
“Who is it?” Liesel asks.
“I’m not sure. My gun—”
“Is in the bathroom with your jeans,” she whispers.
“Don’t!” I try to grab her, but she’s already running toward the bathroom to retrieve my gun. I search the room, but I still can’t spot who’s in our room.
“Here,” Liesel says from the other side of the bed. I reach out to grab the gun from her while keeping my eyes on the floor near my bed. I assume whoever is in our room is beneath the bed and trying to figure out how to shoot us before I shoot him.
Clink.
I never feel the gun in my hand. Instead, my other wrist is attached to