She moistened her lips, but she lifted her hips and let him guide her over his cock—just like he knew she would because she always gave him what he asked for. Always. She slid down, watching his face as she took him. Like every single time he entered her, it felt like the first time. Tight. Scorching hot. Her muscles reluctantly gave way for his invasion.

He watched her face, and just like always, she looked as if he were her miracle. As if, when his cock pushed into those tight, hot folds, so slick with her welcome for him, she believed he was the greatest thing on earth. He didn’t want to ever lose that look on her face. When she was seated on him and he was buried as deep as possible, he reached up to cup her breasts.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he admitted. “And you have the most beautiful heart. All this time, since we’ve been together, you thought you dragged me into your grandfather’s shit, but the truth is, mi amorcito, I’ve brought you into a very dangerous world and I can’t let you go. I told myself a million times it was the right thing to do and if I was any kind of a man, I’d get you away from me, but I can’t do it. I need you. Just for survival. Just to breathe.”

He watched her face the entire time he spoke. Her green eyes stayed glued to his. Just like he asked. Always like he asked. She killed him with the way she loved him. Her expression didn’t change in the least. She didn’t look apprehensive. She looked as if she believed totally in her man. Her body moved. Slowly. Oh, so slowly, lifting slightly, small circles, muscles clenching and clasping. She felt like paradise. She gave him that even when she knew he was taking her into hell with him.

“I want a clean life for you. For our children. Hell, baby, I want a clean life for me, although I have no idea how to live that way.”

She leaned down and licked at his flat nipple. Sucked. Kissed her way up to his throat. “Honey, I love you. I didn’t ask you to give up your life, I only asked you if you would.”