“I… I began to cleanse, but I kept thinking about what happened just now, the guns, Mae… No more Order… everything, and I dropped to the floor. Now I cannot get back up.”
“Baby…” I trailed off and ran my finger down her cheek. My stomach clenched as I looked at her. I had this overwhelming need to protect her. My insides were almost tearing apart with the need to hold her, to fuckin’ have her close, to stop her shaking, to stop her fear.
“I… I cannot move,” she hushed out and dipped her head. “And I am indecent… I am bared to you. I am sinful, weak…”
Ignoring her self-loathing, I picked up Lilah's body in my arms and carried her out of the bathroom, my bitch still curled up in a ball. Her nose tucked into my neck, her left hand lifted and settled on my cheek. I glanced down, shocked by the action as her finger began tracing the shape of my lips.
I’d killed, in cold blood, more people than I could count. I’d faced death laughing, been shot, stabbed, and sliced… but I’d never felt fear like I was feeling at this moment as I looked down at the most stunning bitch that ever existed, fear that I could’ve lost her, fear that I could lose her still.
Sitting on the bed, I kept her in my arms, pulling the blanket off the end of the mattress and wrapping it around her wet skin.
“You cold?” I asked, my voice sounding way too low.
She shook her head, her hand still on my face, her eyes still fixed on mine. “You saved me,” she whispered, and my stomach flipped. “You… jumped in front of a bullet for me.”
“Yeah,” I rasped, looking on her face, water shining in her eyes.
“You saved me… You saved my life.”
Shifting at the too-high emotion between us, I held her tighter, feeling her bare warm skin in my arms. “Ain’t no way you were dying on me, sweet cheeks.”
Lilah’s finger left my lips to stroke down my chin. “Why am I so important for you to save? I am a burden thrust upon you.”
Gripping her finger, I brought it to my lips and kissed it, my chest almost exploding as I confessed, “Because I fuckin’ love you, Li… I’m fuckin’ insane over you. You ain’t no burden.”
Lilah sucked in a deep breath and her eyes widened. “Ky… why?”
I huffed out a laugh. “Stupid fuckin’ question, sweet cheeks,” I replied. “Like asking me the impossible. I just do. I fuckin’ love your crazy pilgrim ass.”
Lilah stared at me for the longest time before she wet her lips with her tongue, dropping her gaze to my lips. My cock hardened and her eyes shot up to mine, her cheeks blushing scarlet red.
“Really fuckin’ love you,” I added.
Lilah reached up, and with tears filling her eyes, pressed her lips to mine. My hands fisted in her long strands of hair, and I deepened the kiss, my tongue lapping against hers.
My hand left her hair to slowly skirt down her bare arm and over the blanket to grip the back of her thigh.
Our mouths clashed with more fury, and my dick grew harder, so hard it was painful. Lilah pulled away, her eyelids half-mast, fuckin’ punch drunk from our kiss. We were both panting hard and I was working on calming down, but with her tight body squirming on my lap, it wasn’t really going as planned.
“Ky…” she moaned, and I brushed my cheek against hers.
Her breathy voice almost undid me, not to mention I could feel her warm * getting wetter over my boxers. “What, baby? Tell me what you fuckin’ need.”
Titling back her head, her big blues bored into mine and she said, “It is wrong, sinful, and depraved of me. But I want to feel you… all of you. I want to feel you join with me. I want you to show me how it feels to be joined with you… in every possible way.”
And that’s when my breathing stopped.
Chapter Fourteen
Lilah