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"Those gun lessons came in handy," he murmured.
"Yeah, they did." Her voice was shaky now, but hell, he was shaky, Kell thought. "And I won't lose a
moment's sleep over it."
He met her eyes and saw an understanding there he hadn't expected. One he wouldn't have asked for,
because the warrior inside him wouldn't be denied. But she understood. For the first time, he thought,
she understood why he and her father had gone off to war, why they had risked their lives and the
happiness of those they left behind.
To give innocence a chance.
"You two ready to go home?" the senator asked from the doorway. "We're going to be doing a lot of
explaining."
"Home sounds damned good." Emily sighed. "Real damned good."
"Have they picked up Elaine?" Kell asked the senator.
"They took her into custody a while ago." Richard grimaced. "We sent agents to the hospital Risa was
admitted to and had her forcibly removed and taken to Bethesda. She was in bad shape."
Kell felt the shaky breath Emily drew in.
"Jansen let the guards rape her on the plane the first time we were kidnapped," she whispered, tears
choking her voice. "She'll need help."
Richard nodded. "And she'll get it. Come on, children, let's load up. I'm just getting too damned old
for this shit."
He wasn't the only one. Kell swung Emily into his arms, holding her close to his chest as she buried
her face against him and let her tears fall free.
She had been strong. So damned strong. She hadn't even hesitated to take Clay out. The single shot had
pierced the other man's heart and exploded from his back. At close range, cold as ice and madder than
hell, his kitten had taken her vengeance despite his wishes to the contrary.
"Okay?" He cradled her in his arms as the helicopter lifted from Clay's seaside home.
She nodded. "Tired though. Very tired."
"Sleep, baby." He kissed her forehead. "Just sleep and I'll take care of everything else. I promise. I'll
take care of it all."
Chapter Twenty-nine
She didn't have nightmares, it was twelve hours before she collapsed into a bed only barely aware of
Kell moving onto the mattress beside her and pulling her into his arms. There were no nightmares.
She slept deep and undisturbed until a kiss feathered across her lips.
Emily felt the blankets easing slowly from her body as Kell kissed her with an aching hunger she had
never known from him. Gentle kisses, soft nips at her lips, the lick of his tongue over the rounded
curves as he pulled her closer to him.
"Emily." He breathed her name into the kiss. "Wake up for me, baby."
His hands moved over her body, sliding over her skin and setting off flares of pleasure that
overwhelmed her awakening mind.
She had to touch him. To lean into his kiss, to soak up the heat and power that was so much a part of
him. She needed him. Here and now, before he had time to remember the world outside and to walk
away from her.
Struggling in his hold, she pushed him to his back, aware he was lying against the pillow now only
because he wanted to. Whatever the reason, she rose over him, her eyes opening in drowsy heat to
stare into the brilliance of his.
So green. His sun-darkened expression was different. Stronger. More intent than she had ever seen
before.
"No condom." she moaned. "I want to feel you. All of you."
"We'll make babies, Emily," he whispered back. "Beautiful little babies."
Emily froze, her hands splayed against his shoulders.
She could feel herself shaking then, a fine tremor beginning in her heart and spreading through her
body.
"Babies mean forever," she whispered as he lifted her above him, parting her thighs until she
straddled his hips.
"So does love," he said, guiding his hard cock to nudge against the damp folds between her thighs.
"Love is forever, Emily. And I love you. Forever."
He eased inside her. The thick crest parted her vagina, fiery warmth began to invade her body.
His lips caught hers as his cock impaled her, easing in to the hilt as the breath caught in her throat and
she swore her eyes crossed at the pleasure.
"You ran me to ground." He smiled against her lips as he turned her onto her back before his lips
moved to her neck, her shoulder. "I'm yours, Emily. I've always been yours."
His lips moved to her breast, covering a nipple, sipping at it with greedy hunger as his hips began to
move, sliding his cock through the slick portal he possessed, sending sensation and exquisite pleasure
to build and consume.
Lifting to him, Emily's arms went around his shoulders, her lips to his neck, tasting him, feeling him.
Heat poured from his body, from hers. It was like this each time they touched, as though no part of her
body had ever been cold. The fires of need carefully banked whenever he was away, always flared to
life once she saw him again.
But the flares were building. Like fingers of wicked, white-hot pleasure they rushed through her,
snapping and zapping over tender nerve endings, sensitizing her, building the pleasure until she was
crying out for him, begging for more.
"Ah, chère," he groaned in her ear. "You move like silk against me."
Her legs tightened around his thrusting hips as he fucked her harder, deeper. The way she liked it,
with desperate demand, without control.
His hips churned above her, thrust and impaled, driving his cock into the tightening muscles of her
pussy as she fought to hold back, to milk every particle of sensation, every microsecond of hunger
swirling around them.
"I love you, chère," he whispered at her ear, his voice gasping, thick, rough. "With a soul I didn't
believe I possessed, I love you. Always, Emily."
"I love you." Her eyes opened as his head lifted from her breast and his eyes snared her. "I love you
Kell love you."
She was screaming as sensation overtook her now. The orgasm ripped through her, tore through nerve
endings, spasmed in her womb, and as she felt his sperm flooding her pussy, she went higher.
Past and future disintegrated. Her mind disintegrated. It melted beneath the heat and the power of
release. Her release, his release. The completion of it seared her soul even as he whispered his love
again. Vowed it, swore it. Kell collapsed over her, catching his weight on his elbows as his chest [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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"Those gun lessons came in handy," he murmured.
"Yeah, they did." Her voice was shaky now, but hell, he was shaky, Kell thought. "And I won't lose a
moment's sleep over it."
He met her eyes and saw an understanding there he hadn't expected. One he wouldn't have asked for,
because the warrior inside him wouldn't be denied. But she understood. For the first time, he thought,
she understood why he and her father had gone off to war, why they had risked their lives and the
happiness of those they left behind.
To give innocence a chance.
"You two ready to go home?" the senator asked from the doorway. "We're going to be doing a lot of
explaining."
"Home sounds damned good." Emily sighed. "Real damned good."
"Have they picked up Elaine?" Kell asked the senator.
"They took her into custody a while ago." Richard grimaced. "We sent agents to the hospital Risa was
admitted to and had her forcibly removed and taken to Bethesda. She was in bad shape."
Kell felt the shaky breath Emily drew in.
"Jansen let the guards rape her on the plane the first time we were kidnapped," she whispered, tears
choking her voice. "She'll need help."
Richard nodded. "And she'll get it. Come on, children, let's load up. I'm just getting too damned old
for this shit."
He wasn't the only one. Kell swung Emily into his arms, holding her close to his chest as she buried
her face against him and let her tears fall free.
She had been strong. So damned strong. She hadn't even hesitated to take Clay out. The single shot had
pierced the other man's heart and exploded from his back. At close range, cold as ice and madder than
hell, his kitten had taken her vengeance despite his wishes to the contrary.
"Okay?" He cradled her in his arms as the helicopter lifted from Clay's seaside home.
She nodded. "Tired though. Very tired."
"Sleep, baby." He kissed her forehead. "Just sleep and I'll take care of everything else. I promise. I'll
take care of it all."
Chapter Twenty-nine
She didn't have nightmares, it was twelve hours before she collapsed into a bed only barely aware of
Kell moving onto the mattress beside her and pulling her into his arms. There were no nightmares.
She slept deep and undisturbed until a kiss feathered across her lips.
Emily felt the blankets easing slowly from her body as Kell kissed her with an aching hunger she had
never known from him. Gentle kisses, soft nips at her lips, the lick of his tongue over the rounded
curves as he pulled her closer to him.
"Emily." He breathed her name into the kiss. "Wake up for me, baby."
His hands moved over her body, sliding over her skin and setting off flares of pleasure that
overwhelmed her awakening mind.
She had to touch him. To lean into his kiss, to soak up the heat and power that was so much a part of
him. She needed him. Here and now, before he had time to remember the world outside and to walk
away from her.
Struggling in his hold, she pushed him to his back, aware he was lying against the pillow now only
because he wanted to. Whatever the reason, she rose over him, her eyes opening in drowsy heat to
stare into the brilliance of his.
So green. His sun-darkened expression was different. Stronger. More intent than she had ever seen
before.
"No condom." she moaned. "I want to feel you. All of you."
"We'll make babies, Emily," he whispered back. "Beautiful little babies."
Emily froze, her hands splayed against his shoulders.
She could feel herself shaking then, a fine tremor beginning in her heart and spreading through her
body.
"Babies mean forever," she whispered as he lifted her above him, parting her thighs until she
straddled his hips.
"So does love," he said, guiding his hard cock to nudge against the damp folds between her thighs.
"Love is forever, Emily. And I love you. Forever."
He eased inside her. The thick crest parted her vagina, fiery warmth began to invade her body.
His lips caught hers as his cock impaled her, easing in to the hilt as the breath caught in her throat and
she swore her eyes crossed at the pleasure.
"You ran me to ground." He smiled against her lips as he turned her onto her back before his lips
moved to her neck, her shoulder. "I'm yours, Emily. I've always been yours."
His lips moved to her breast, covering a nipple, sipping at it with greedy hunger as his hips began to
move, sliding his cock through the slick portal he possessed, sending sensation and exquisite pleasure
to build and consume.
Lifting to him, Emily's arms went around his shoulders, her lips to his neck, tasting him, feeling him.
Heat poured from his body, from hers. It was like this each time they touched, as though no part of her
body had ever been cold. The fires of need carefully banked whenever he was away, always flared to
life once she saw him again.
But the flares were building. Like fingers of wicked, white-hot pleasure they rushed through her,
snapping and zapping over tender nerve endings, sensitizing her, building the pleasure until she was
crying out for him, begging for more.
"Ah, chère," he groaned in her ear. "You move like silk against me."
Her legs tightened around his thrusting hips as he fucked her harder, deeper. The way she liked it,
with desperate demand, without control.
His hips churned above her, thrust and impaled, driving his cock into the tightening muscles of her
pussy as she fought to hold back, to milk every particle of sensation, every microsecond of hunger
swirling around them.
"I love you, chère," he whispered at her ear, his voice gasping, thick, rough. "With a soul I didn't
believe I possessed, I love you. Always, Emily."
"I love you." Her eyes opened as his head lifted from her breast and his eyes snared her. "I love you
Kell love you."
She was screaming as sensation overtook her now. The orgasm ripped through her, tore through nerve
endings, spasmed in her womb, and as she felt his sperm flooding her pussy, she went higher.
Past and future disintegrated. Her mind disintegrated. It melted beneath the heat and the power of
release. Her release, his release. The completion of it seared her soul even as he whispered his love
again. Vowed it, swore it. Kell collapsed over her, catching his weight on his elbows as his chest [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]