Captured (Devil's Blaze MC #1)(57)

“Definitely going to have to shower, if I can ever feel my legs again.”

Skull laughs and I realize I said that out loud. He rolls on his side and pulls me so I’m half-draped over him, our legs hanging off the end of the bed. I close my eyes as he holds me close, wishing we could stay like this and never leave this room.

“Does that mean quick and hard worked for you, mi cielo?”

“I’m not sure. I may need another example to be positive,” I mumble. Skull’s head goes back in laughter and happiness surrounds me. I wrap myself up in it, hugging him by clenching my body tight into him. I love that I make him laugh. I love that I can give him joy. It is joy too, because I hear it in the tone of his voice and see it in his face.

“You do realize, when all this has passed, I’m going to want a real marriage, Beth. I want you to belong to me in all ways. When I see you, there’s this inner voice inside of me that screams ‘Mine’! I want the world to know it.” He kisses the top of my head.

“You mean inner caveman. Are you going to have your name tattooed all over my body too?” I ask jokingly. Skull’s body tenses up and I manage to finally open my eyes to look at him. His eyes are dark with need. “Okay, see, I love you, and in my brain we’re already married in all the ways that count, but once this is done, if that’s what you want, sure.”

“And—”

“I’m allergic to pain,” I cut him off. “I’m small, not some big bad over-muscled biker who apparently loves needles. It’s a good look for you. I totally approve. But I had enough of needles when I was sick. There’ll be no tattoos on this body. No way, no how. No dice.”

“I’ll make you change your mind,” he says, and from the gleam in his eyes, he’s taking my declaration as a challenge.

“Yeah, good luck with that. People in Hell will be wearing snowshoes before it happens.”

“We’ll see.”

Crap.

“I need to go, sweetheart. Thanks to you seducing my poor abused dick, I’m running late.”

“When will I see you again?” I know that sounded needy, but I can’t stop it. Things are easier and I’m stronger when Skull is beside me.

“I’ll see if I can break away around dinner time to feed you.”

“When you say feed me, do you mean food or dick?”

“Jesus, I’ve created a monster.” He says, getting up and dressing. It makes me sad because a man like that should never have to put clothes on. He’s more beautiful than any museum statue.

“What? I was merely asking for clarification,” I grin, sitting up. I will admit I’m not covering up; I sit there naked with the cold air hitting my breasts, hoping he finds me irresistible enough to come shower with me. His fingers stop buttoning his jeans and I know a moment of victory—just before he dashes my hopes.

“Stop it, you little minx. I have to go to this meeting. Cover up those tits or I’ll bend you over my knee and smack your ass for teasing me.”

His words hit me and I feel a flutter deep inside. I don’t know if it’s from fear, or maybe want. I’ll decipher that later.

I grab the cover and pull it over me. “Spoil sport.”

Skull gives out a chuckle before pulling on his cut. “I’ll give you what you need later, mi cielo, I promise. I have to go now. My men are waiting on me.”

I stand up, letting the cover fall. I walk over to him and reach up, loosely wrapping my hands at the back of his neck and stretching against his body. His big hands rest on my ass and his head tilts down to look at me. There’s a big smile on his lips.

“I’ll let you go, but it should be noted that a husband should always shower with his wife in the mornings.”

“I must have missed that rule,” he says, bending down to kiss my eyelids, squeezing me tighter against him.

“It’s in the new husband rulebook, page ten.”

“Damn, I didn’t know there was a rulebook. I’ve always been the kind of man who goes against the rules, forging my own path,” he whispers, his voice dropping down as he kisses along the side of my neck. “I like to feel my way, you know? Explore, experiment, and conquer… That’s always been my motto.”

While he speaks, he nibbles on the skin of my neck, and his hands move inwards on my ass so that his fingers are skimming the valley between the cheeks. My * trembles and I have to wonder if he’s going to make me come again, even without really touching me. He’s that potent.

“Maybe we could throw away the rulebook,” I moan, tilting my head as his lips capture my earlobe and sucks it into his mouth. He bites down on it and the sting of pain causes my * to spasm. Was it just a few minutes ago I was completely worn out?

“Good plan, mi cielo,” he says, but his hand comes to my neck and he pulls away just a fraction to look into my eyes. “I have to go, esposa.”

“I know. I’m just going to miss you.”

“I feel the same. Te amo, sweet Beth.”

“Te amo,” I whisper before his mouth comes to mine. This kiss isn’t like one we’ve shared, at least in a long time. This one is sweet, gentle, and almost delicate. It makes me feel cherished.

When he pulls away, it physically hurts, and I do my best to beat down the panic that swamps me. It’s not logical, but I honestly don’t want to be away from him. I’m scared I’m going to lose him. I might be listening to Latch’s advice, but that doesn’t stop the fear. I think Skull sees it, or maybe he can sense it. I’m not sure. He looks like he’s about to say something when there’s a heavy banging on the door.