Free Invincible (The Trident Code) by Alana Albertson Page B

the pillows. She was so fucking beautiful it was agony not to cover her body and make her mine. "Touch me. I want you. Please."
    I whispered a touch over her clit with the tips of my fingers. This wasn't going to be a quick rut in a dank room. This was going to be long, torturous. This would hopefully help her regain a small part of herself that she'd lost. Or at least I hoped that it did. If I couldn't be there for her, I wanted her to at least remember that I gave this back to her. A small part of me even hoped that it would be something she'd never forget.
    The scent of her filled my nose as I touched my tongue to her pussy to tease and tempt. Her thighs clamped around my neck and her fingers grasped at my shoulders. I growled, trapping her wrists with my hands and holding them by her thighs, opening her farther to me. Her head arched back and I wished that I could see her face twisted with pleasure as my tongue fluttered over her, driving guttural moans from deep in her throat.
    I released one wrist to hold her leg wider by the knee so I could have a free hand. She took the initiative to do the same with her other. With one finger and my tongue I circled her clit, pressing softly and then with more pressure sucking and fingering until her hips were circling the movement. Her whole body bucked on the bed and when I slipped two fingers deep inside her she exploded around them with a silent scream. Her entire body went taut for an endless moment and I eased up to watch the erotic response ripple across her face.
    I watched until she melted into the bed. I watched until the small smile on her face slid into sleep. I watched until I was certain I could keep my own visceral emotional response in check. I watched until I knew that I could tuck the experience safely inside. Until I could stomach saying goodbye when it was the last thing I wanted to do.
     
     

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    I could handle giving her an orgasm, but not waking up to her all sleepy and soft. She'd been wrapped around me like a vine, curled into my side with a leg thrown across my own, her breasts against my chest, her face tucked into my neck. I tucked that feeling away, too, and pulled away from the embrace and the longing that it stirred.
    I wanted nothing more than to stir her from sleep with a repeat from the night before, but that would lead us both down a road that I wasn't sure we could come back from.
    I was eating a pitiful excuse for a breakfast, runny, cold eggs and piss-poor coffee when she slipped into the galley kitchen in her meet-the-parents clothes. She was hesitant as she came closer, she looked almost hopeful.
    The shame and regret twisted painfully in my chest when she smiled up at me, her cheeks flush with a burn from my beard. For the first time since I met her she seemed happy and it fucking pissed me off that I allowed myself to even get close to her to care about her goddamn feelings.
    She fidgeted with the hem of her dress as I made her a cup of coffee and a plate of shitty food.
    "Are you packed? Embassy opens at zero seven hundred and we want to get you there ASAP."
    Confusion muddled her face and though I wanted to sidle up to her and tuck her into the comfort of my arm, I resisted. "Yeah, I've got everything. How do I look?"
    Her face glowed, as it had last night. All I wanted in that moment was to drag her back to our room and take back my promise not to fuck her. Instead I frowned. “You look fine. Kyle and Vic will wait outside and I’ll walk you in. Once I’m sure you’re in safe hands, I’ll go.”
    She blinked back tears, though I ignored them. I tried to pr etend they were tears of excitement, but I could tell by her white pallor and tense stance that she was petrified.
    She ate her breakfast in silence and I was both thankful and a ngry about every fucking thing. She finished and threw away the soggy paper plate, her shoulders slumped in defeat.
    “Let’s go.”
    I took her hand and led her off the boat and dock. Vic and Kyle