Page 37 of The Monster’s Weakness

“Do you want me to say you’re a monster? I won’t,” she said. “I love you, Caleb. And right now, we’re only guaranteed tonight.”

He didn’t move or speak for what felt like eternity. Then he suddenly lunged closer, cupping her face and kissing her with enough passion to take her breath away. There was almost a desperation in this kiss that said, “don’t leave me, I don’t deserve you.” She felt it.

He climbed over her and she settled down on the sofa. “You were never supposed to matter,” he whispered against her neck. He ran his tongue along the shell of her ear making her shiver.

“Sorry for ruining your plans.”

He chuckled softly.

“I wonder if this safe house has better coffee,” she asked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Don’t worry, when this is over, I’ll buy you decent coffee.”

“And where exactly will I be drinking this coffee?”

“With me,” he said.

And that was it. They were both lost to each other now. He pulled off her shirt, tossing it, then unclasped her bra. Within minutes, they were both naked, and he settled between her legs on the oversized sectional sofa.

They kissed like they’d never have tomorrow. Maybe they wouldn’t. But it didn’t matter. Not now.

His lips traveled down her neck to her pulse, his hand slipping between them to tease her clit. Caleb knew exactly how to touch her to completely unravel her. Her body melted into the sofa, her inhibitions slipping away as the heat rose. She wriggled as he slipped a finger into her cunt, moving it just the right way.

“You’re the first thing I’ve wanted that wasn’t about surviving.”

That was the last thing he said, his lips still moving teasingly along her skin. Then he moved his hand and filled her with his cock. The instant invasion, the fullness, made her arch and cry out. He was so hard, so beautifully well-endowed. Her body reacted to him, her pussy wet and throbbing the moment he’d first touched her.

She chanted his name, holding onto his strong shoulders, loving him, never wanting to let go. Their bodies melded together as he fucked her, pounding into her pussy, deeper and deeper. There was no start or end, just the two of them needing each other in every way.

“Please, Caleb...” She was so close already, the beautiful peak teasing her.

“Yes, baby, you beg. I’ll give it to you.”

He pumped his hips harder, faster, like a machine made for pleasure. She felt the delicious friction of his length each time it filled her and pulled back out. Her body quivered. The heat and euphoria of her impending orgasm washed over her.

Then she hit that wall when every nerve ending lit up with raw desire. Her pussy pulsed around his big cock, bringing him to a quick release. She felt his cum filling her, the weight of his body getting heavier.

He kept most of the weight off her body and kissed her temple.

“Every time with you is like the first time,” he said.

She ran her hand through his dark hair, realizing how unconditionally she loved him. The man. The killer. All of it.

****

They were lying in the bed when his cell phone lit up the room. Gemma leaned over and he knew she’d caught at least some of the words.

Contract Accepted.

Shit.

“What was that?” she asked.

“Nothing you need to worry about.” He sat up at the edge of the bed and pulled on his jeans.

He knew who’d accepted it, and that’s why he’d been tipped off. Bastian had warned him if he refused the contract, it would go up the ladder and there weren’t many more fucked up than him. Caleb would have to kill Kassian. It was him or Gemma, and nobody was getting fucking near her.

He was so caught up in his own thoughts, he didn’t realize she was sitting in the middle of the bed, holding her arm.