Page 96 of Broken & Bound

Fuck me.

“Did you just soak me, princess?”

I moaned in response as it ran down my leg, coating us. Muffled sobs were the only answer she could manage. She had collapsed forward, and I continued pumping into her pliant body. My body tingled from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet.

With one final thrust, I cried out, spurting deep inside her. My knees buckled under me, and I had to release her hips and grab onto the sink to keep my body from crushing hers.

I struggled to breathe. Tiny sobs reached my ears as I came back to reality. Both of our bodies were sweaty, and we trembled as one. Satisfaction had never felt this sweet before.

The pulse in her neck called to me. I leaned in and kissed it, relishing in the thudding against my lips. Reluctantly, I pulled out of her. She winced.

Shit. I should have been more careful. She was delicate. Turning her around, I pulled her into my arms.

“Fuck, princess. I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?” I choked out.

“No. But I made a royal mess,” she said, burying her head against me in embarrassment.

“Awe, that’s no big deal. It’s fine. Better than fine.”

“But, I basically pee—”

“Don’t complete that sentence. It’s beautiful and I love it. And now that I know you can…” I wiggled my eyebrows “…my goal will be to ensure we have a repeat.”

“Lev,” she said as her face turned ten shades of red.

I laughed. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

I made haste and stepped back from her, ignoring the fact that my pants bore the evidence of her passion. It was a good thing everyone was out and about today. I’d have enough time to get her home, into the shower, and then into bed.

Mrs. Patterson would cook the one meal she seemed to be able to keep down. A toastie with extra cheese. The paper towels were too rough for her delicate skin, so I yanked my T-shirt off.

Wetting a portion of it, I hummed as I cleaned her inner thighs and pussy. Kneeling before her, I looked up. I gently kissed her stomach where our little babies were nestled snug and safe. She ran her fingers through my hair.

“Do you think you can ever forgive me?”

She sobbed loudly, and I rose and pulled her into my arms.

“I can’t believe I was going to…to…”

I kissed her long and deep, pouring all of my emotions—relief, gratitude, and a deep, unspoken love—into that kiss. She responded with equal fervor, her hands clutching my hair as if she never wanted to let go.

We broke apart and rested our foreheads together. I savored the closeness that only she brought to my life.

“You mean everything to me,” I whispered.

“I feel the same,” she replied. “But we need to talk.”

“Here?” I asked with a smirk.

“No, we can talk in the car.”

“Okay, do me a favor and wait here.”

I ran out and grabbed my gym bag from the boot of the Bentley. She got the clean T-shirt, and I changed into my gym shorts. Soon I was ushering her to the car. My steps were significantly lighter, and I slipped into the driver’s seat.

What a difference an hour made. We drove in silence for a few minutes, and then she spoke.

“Can I ask a favor?”