Yes, I wanted my dad. I wanted to wail in his arms and bitch about how unfair life was and get pissed and throw things because my man had to live an eternity without me, without everybody, and I had to live my time with my man, knowing he would.

But I didn’t say that because I wasn’t going to do that. I wasn’t going to mention it at all. Because Abel didn’t mention it at all. He didn’t say that first fucking word. He didn’t bitch or wail or throw things.

He carried on. He lived his life. He smiled. He laughed. He got pissed. He loved his family. He was falling in love with me.

So I was going to put all my time and energy in giving Abel much to cherish as he continued his immortal life without me.

“No, baby, I want you,” I said to the floor as we walked on it.

He pulled me closer, bent in, and kissed the side of my head.

I closed my eyes and let him guide me to our room.

* * * * *

Naked, on my knees like he liked me, one hand to the bed, one arm stretched out, fingers curled around Abel’s, which were curled around the ironwork of the headboard as he leaned over me, bracing himself in his arm, pounding inside me.

I dropped my head at the sheer beauty, the blazing heat.

“Touch yourself, pussycat,” he ordered gruffly, sliding his other arm around my chest to keep me in position while I moved my hand from the bed to between my legs.

I touched myself, but I touched him, gliding my fingers back to feel his big cock stretch me, fill me, drive into me.

Yes.

This was it.

This was us.

This was what we’d be.

Wild and free.

Fucking wild. Living wild. Living free. Saving the world. Kicking ass. Packing it all in. Not missing a moment. Not wasting an instant.

I bent my neck back and twisted my head so I had lips to the skin on his neck.

“Love your cock,” I whispered.

“Know that,” he grunted, giving it to me, driving deep and grinding in.

I whimpered and then kept whispering, “Wanna sleep with you inside me.”

“Give you that.”

“Want you to wake me up, fucking me.”

“Give you that too, baby.”

“You’ll give me anything.”

“That’s right,” he growled, pulling out and starting to pound in again. “Anything, Lilah.”

“That’s what you’ll get from me.”

“Pussycat, fuckin’ you hard on your knees. You think I don’t know you’ll give me anything?”

I closed my eyes.