Heart Recaptured (Hades Hangmen #2)(106)

“It is like the ranch,” Lilah exclaimed, all impressed and shit.

“Used to be my old man’s. Styx had them done up earlier this year.”

“Them?” Lilah queried.

Freeing my hands from around her waist, I gripped Lilah’s hand and walked her round back. Pointing at a road up a hill, I said, “Styx and Mae will be living a few miles away up that hill.”

“Styx and Mae will be moving from the club?” she said with a wide smile.

I nodded. “Yeah, ‘bout time we stopped f*ckin’ around and used the cabins for what they were built for; the Prez and the VP.”

“Does anyone else live near the club?”

“AK, Vike and Flame live ‘bout five miles south of here near the river. Separate cabins, but near enough to be neighbors.” Cupping Lilah’s cheeks, I said, “But Styx, Mae, and Flame, AK, Vike, they’re not just living near me.”

“I… I do not understand.”

I stared into her eyes and said, “They live near us.”

Lilah’s eyes widened in shock. “You wish for me to live with you?”

“Lilah, there ain’t a choice. You’re not staying at the club no more. It’s not a place for my woman. You deserve a real home. Our home. You loved Sia’s ranch, this is similar.”

Tears filled Lilah’s eyes, and I crushed my lips against hers. She moaned into my mouth. Within seconds, the kiss became something more. My cock got real hard, and Lilah wrapped her hands on the edge of my cut, pressing those hard tits against my chest.

I lost it. I hadn’t had Lilah since the night she was taken, and I had this overwhelming need take her, f*ck her, cum inside her, and make her mine, once and for f*cking all.

Running my hands down her dress, I held the back of her thighs, lifted them, and wrapped them around my waist, running for the cabin, Lilah’s lips still mauling the f*ck outta mine.

Grabbing the doorknob of the front door, I kicked it open, Lilah not even bothering to look at the TV room or kitchen, not lifting her head as we climbed the stairs, not even breaking from my mouth as we entered the bedroom.

Dropping us to the bed, I pulled my mouth from Lilah’s to look down at her flushed face. Her eyes were hooded and I could see she wanted me just as bad as I wanted her.

“Ky, please…” she begged.

Kneeling on the bed, I ripped my shirt over my head and snapped the button on my jeans. Lilah’s blue eyes flared as she stared hungrily at my half-open jeans.

Bending down, I lifted the hem of her long dress, not the gray one, thank f*ck, some white one without sleeves that Mae had brought her. Her hairless tanned legs sprang into view and the vanilla smell of that oil she lathered on her skin hit my nose. I swear I growled low in my throat, my cock now so hard it was almost jumping outta my jeans.

Lilah squirmed on the mattress as I ran my forefinger up to her *, running the tip down her slit and around her clit. I loved watching her eyes widen, her red lips part, and her back arch off the bed. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come just watching you.”

Leaving her *, I pushed the dress up her stomach, keeping a check on my hunger as I bypassed her healing burn of a crucifix that those sick f*cks branded on my bitch.

Feeling Lilah’s hand run down the side of my beard, I looked up to see her watching me. “I love you,” she whispered, and bam, I was over her, pulling her dress over her head, her fat tits pushing out for my mouth.

Dipping down, my mouth latched onto a tight red nipple. Fuck, she tasted of raspberry or strawberry… something. Whatever! It was f*cking perfect.

Lilah’s hands slammed to my hair and began raking through the strands, pulling hard, making me go insane. She was loving it. Loving my mouth all over her body.

My woman was free, nothing in her eyes but lust. No holding back, no stupid prophet in her head telling her she was forcing me to sin. Just me and her and our f*cking bed.

Running my hand down her stomach, I cupped her wet *, my finger pressing on her clit, a loud moan ripping from her mouth. Sliding my fingers down to her slit, I plunged my finger inside as I sucked her nipple harder, feeling her clamp around my finger, hungry for my cock.

Working her clit, I rubbed my fingers against her G-spot, Lilah’s breath showing me she was close.

Her * began clenching around my fingers. A flush crept up her skin, her breathing stopped, her mouth dropped, and her body went still.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” Lilah called out, the moan sounding like f*cking heaven as she came, her hands almost ripping out my hair as the first of today’s many orgasms coursed through her body.

Working my fingers slower, I brought her down from her high, her chest now heaving. Out of breath, her eyes slowly opened, an embarrassed smile on her perfect mouth.

“Feel good, baby?” I asked. Lilah nodded her head.

I pulled my fingers out and slowly, making sure I still had Lilah’s attention, put them in my mouth, licking at her wetness.

Lilah’s thighs clenched together as she watched me. Then suddenly, she stood up on her knees, pulling my fingers from my mouth, pressing her lips against mine, her tongue pushing inside to fight against mine.

Reaching up, I wrapped my hands in her short hair just as her shaky hand covered my denim-covered cock. Lilah swallowed a groan from my mouth as her soft-as-f*ck fingers pulled down my zipper, my dick slapping to attention against my abdomen.