I watch from the couch as Lilly comes down the stairs with heavy-lidded eyes. But the fact that she’s here and not asleep in the middle of the night tells me that she, too, is having trouble sleeping. I know that she’s been this way since we got her back. Restless, unable to relax.
And who can fucking blame her after what she went through. I want to bring that cunt back to life just to torture him all over again for hurting our girl, and don’t get me fucking started on Julian.
She spots me sitting in a shaft of moonlight, her lips tilting upwards, and my heart pitter-patters in my fucking chest at her smile.
“Can’t sleep either?” she asks in that beautiful voice of hers. It’s like music to my love-struck ears, and I never want to stop hearing it.
She comes over to me, sitting next to me on the couch and snuggling under my arm. Shit, I still can’t believe that we got her back and she’s now here. Prickly guilt stabs into my chest, the blame of her being taken still raw for me, no matter how many times she tells me that it wasn’t my fault.
Shaking my head, I wrap my arm around her and breathe the sweet scent of her hair in. Well, Ash’s ginger scent as she’s still using his shampoo, which the asshole lords over the rest of us at every opportunity. I’m waiting to point out to him that she may use his shampoo and be his wife, but I was the one to put a baby in her. Not sure I’ll be able to run fast enough when I do remind him of that little fact.
“Did I ever tell you about the fallen angel tattoo?” I ask her, wanting to distract her from the worries that are creasing her brow as I look down at her.
“No,” she replies, eyes alight with curiosity.
“Well,” I begin, pulling her closer to me so that I don’t have to look into those stunning eyes of hers. It’s funny how I can torture and kill a man without a shred of fear, but talking to this goddess about my past fills me with fucking dread. “I got the piece done after Luc…” I swallow, the wound of his suicide still a sharp pain, though it is duller than it used to be. “After Luc killed himself. I felt like I’d let him down. Fuck, we were close, and I didn’t see it coming at all. At the time, I blamed myself for not seeing the signs of how badly he was hurting, thinking that I could have stopped it somehow.”
“It’s not your fault, Loki, love,” she interrupts, and I smile into the darkness at just how fucking good this woman is. She’s always trying to help us, assure us, and I fucking love it. I squeeze her tighter.
“I know that now, Pretty Girl. But then, I was fucked up. Turning to drugs and pussy to try and forget. I think that the fact that my parents didn’t give a shit about me also contributed to feeling like I wasn’t enough,” I confess, feeling a lessening in the tightness that I always carry around in my chest. She doesn’t interrupt this time, other than to snuggle into my chest. “I wanted to mark my skin, to see the wound I was carrying inside on the outside. I looked up fallen angels. They have been thrown out of heaven. Lost the battle and are a symbol of pain, suffering, and sadness. Of shame,” I whisper the last part into the darkness, taking another deep inhale of her scent. I love how it’s often a mixture of all of ours, plus her own fresh spring smell. It calms my raging emotions.
“They are also a symbol of rebellion against society’s rules,” she tells me, pulling out of my grip and swinging her leg over mine until she straddles my hips, her hot, panty-clad core right over my rapidly hardening shaft. Fuck.
She reaches a hand on either side of my face and tips it up until I am staring right into her beautiful eyes.
“So, maybe your ink is about your future as well as your past?” she asks, and my hands tighten on her hips, my throat thick with emotion for this girl. She has this ability to make me find the light when I’m drowning in fucking darkness.
“I fucking love you, Lilly,” I tell her, speaking around the lump in my throat. She leans in, her breath, sweet and minty, fanning over my lips as she replies.
“I fucking love you too, Loki.”
With a deep groan, I close the minuscule distance between us, pressing my lips to her soft, pillowy ones and devouring her with my kiss. Fuck, I would go all Hannibal on her if cannibalism didn’t mean that she’d be dead.
She kisses me back just as hotly, her hips moving and grinding down on my now rock-solid cock.
“Loki,” she pleads, breaking the kiss and rewarding me with a gasping moan as my lips travel down her neck, biting and sucking, and fucking loving the marks that I leave there.
“Yes, beautiful?”
She answers me by pulling off her tank top, and it’s my turn to groan as her full, heavy tits are revealed, her pert nipples calling me like a fucking siren song in the moonlight. I lean into her, ducking my head to close my lips around one of the buds and suck, her hips bucking in time to the movements of my tongue.
“Shit, Loki,” she says with a moan, grabbing fistfulls of my hair and pulling me forward. Her confidence in demanding what she wants sends a bolt of lightning straight to my dick, and I reward her by biting down on her flesh, making her cry out.
Moving one hand down the swell of her stomach—shit, there’s something about knowing that the baby growing inside her is mine that makes me fucking crazy—I dip into the top of her panties, hissing when I feel just how fucking wet she is.
“Such a good fucking girl for me, baby. Wet and aching already.”
She whimpers, and the sound does things to me that the devil would blush at. Grabbing the crotch of her panties, I give a quick tug, smirking at her gasp and the ripping sound as I tear the fabric to grant me the access that I need.
“Fucker,” she scolds, but I can hear the smile on her lips.
I soon make her forget all about the damn things as I insert two fingers into her wet heat, not fucking around and rubbing at that spot just inside that drives her fucking crazy.
“Shit, Loki, fuck, I’m coming!” she gasps, moments before a rush of liquid leaves her cunt and soaks my hand and sweats underneath.
As she pants and shivers, I remove my hand, using it to pull my hard length out and slicking it with her release, groaning at the feel of her juices already coating me. Taking both of her hips in my hands, I lift her, hovering her over my dick as I let go with one hand and guide my cock to her opening.
“Loki,” she moans in a deep, husky voice that has me almost coming as her still pulsing cunt grips my dick as I push inside her.
Fumbling for my phone on the cushion beside me, I hit play on You’re Special by NF, the song filling the quiet and I sing along, knowing by the way her breath catches and her fingernails dig into my chest that she loves it when I do this. Moving my hips to the beat, I fuck her slowly, savouring the feel of her inner walls gripping me like she never wants me to leave.
It feels so fucking good that I lose the words of the song, my movements speeding up even as I want to prolong this pleasure for as long as humanly possible.
“Fuck, Lilly, baby. Your pussy feels so fucking good gripping my cock,” I grit out, and her inner walls flutter around me, her hips matching my thrusts with movements of her own as she rides me hard and fast. “That’s it, Pretty Girl. Ride my dick like it will never be enough.”
And I know that my words are fucking true; it will never be enough. I will always want more. More of her, more of this.
Tingling begins at the base of my dick, and I feel my balls drawing up as I get as solid as fucking marble. Reaching between us, I start to pinch and rub her clit, a husky cry leaving her throat as her head falls back and she moves even faster. Just as I feel cum surge up my shaft with the force of a fucking rocket, her pussy clamps down around me like a vise, and she climaxes with a scream, her nails raking bloody furrows down my chest.
But I’m beyond caring as stars fill my eyes, an animalistic groan ripping from my chest when I thrust hard to the hilt inside her, growling like a goddamn wolf as I come inside her, filling her up with my seed.
“Loki, you are more than enough, my love. You brought me back to life,” she whispers in my ear, her body draped over mine and my cock still buried deep inside her.
I pull her closer, marvelling that she came into our lives just a few months ago, and now none of us can live without her. She’s our harbour, our refuge, and these past weeks, when she was gone, were legit the hardest of my fucking life.
“I can’t breathe without you, Pretty Girl. I no longer exist when you are not there,” I confess, peppering her neck with kisses and smiling when I feel her pussy walls spasming around my rapidly hardening cock. “You brought us all back from the dead, baby.” I punctuate my words with the movements of my hips, holding her close to me as I shallowly thrust into her. Fuck, this will never get old, having her wrapped around me.
I spend the rest of the night showing her the truth of my words, worshipping her body until we fall into bliss over and over again and eventually pass out, still connected in every way.
