Trapped (The Condemned Series #1) - Alison Aimes Page 0,35

Making it impossible for him to keep his distance. “I don’t want to wait anymore. It won’t be enough until I feel you deep inside.”

On a groan, he let her set the pace. Let her fumble with his covering and pull out his cock. Let her rub herself against his tip while she moaned, her throat tipping back.

It only made him harder.

She was amazing. Allowing nothing to keep her down, mar her spirit. She always found a way to fight back. Truth be told, she humbled him.

“Caine.” Her breathy use of his name made him groan out loud. He fucking loved hearing it on her lips. “Come in me. Now.”

Grabbing her ass, he lifted her and thrust inside her warm heat. And found calm for the first time since he’d seen her being attacked. She was with him. She was safe.

But he couldn’t screw up again. He had to double his vigilance. Make sure he didn’t repeat the mistakes of his past.

Stilling inside her, he gripped her chin. “Starting tomorrow, you learn defensive moves that can help you get away from an attacker.”

“Okay.” Her eyes were already half-lidded, her pupils wide. He wasn’t even sure she’d fully heard him.

“You’ll learn to read the signs for approaching bad weather and the best places to look for shelter.”

“Mmmm.” She clenched her inner muscles in a clear sign of impatience. “Talk…later.”

He stifled a groan. Forced himself to remain focused. “You’ll learn the predators here and how to avoid them or you won’t go outside.”

Blinking slowly, she considered him for a long moment, those grass green eyes slicing right through his darkness. Then she surprised him. She leaned forward and kissed the skin right over his heart. Just like she’d done before. “There is honor on Dragath25. And selflessness, too. Thank you, Caine. For everything.”

The place where she’d kissed him burned as if he’d been seared. His heart slamming against his ribs as if he’d run a mile.

Suddenly, there was no more ability to hold back. He sank deep inside, watching her beautiful, knowing eyes shut as pleasure gripped her and she moved easily with his fierce pace. As if they were made for one another.

She really did think he was one of the good guys—and damn him, but he wanted to be that for her. Even if it was too late. Even if what had happened with his wife had made that impossible.

But somehow, when he was deep inside his fighter girl like this, her legs wrapped around his waist, her full breasts rubbing against his chest, he didn’t care how stupid it was. He wanted to be her everything. He wanted to be her hero forever.

Which, like it or not, meant letting her go.

The realization sliced straight through his chest like a rusty blade. One of these days soon, there’d be no more touches. No more palms laced together, her slender fingers anchoring him, soothing him. No more soft silk beneath his fingertips or breathy moans in his ear or watching her eyes light up with awe when he showed her a new location of plants and trees.

It would all come to an end just like he’d always known it would.

Because even with his fighter girl’s impressive spirit, she’d never survive long on Dragath25. Not with 225’s pack on her trail. Today had driven that home.

“Everything okay?” Her concerned tone slapped him back to the present.

He hadn’t realized he’d stopped moving.

“Sure, fighter girl.” He lifted her higher, shifting the angle so his palm could slide down her belly to play with her clit. “Everything is just the way it should be.”

He wasn’t one of the good guys, and he couldn’t keep her forever, but he could do something right with what he had left of his life. He could do whatever it took to get her safely back on that rescue shuttle and able to save the precious Earth she was so keen to protect. He could, when the time came, let her go—and deal with whatever 225 threw his way.

But not a minute before he had to.

Because, yes, he was a selfish bastard. But also because he knew deep in his bones he was her best chance of staying alive until the rescue crew arrived.

He hadn’t been able to save his wife, but he would safeguard Bella.

And watching her come apart, her skin flushed, her tits jiggling up and down as she rode him hard, well,…in the meantime that was a hell of a consolation prize. One he’d be replaying over