He loved when she did that, panted in his ear, pleading. Sounded desperate for him. Wild for him. She loved his cock. She loved the way he gave her rough. Or gentle. She was uninhibited with him now, giving him everything. Showing him everything. And that only pushed up his own desire. His own lust. His own hunger and enjoyment.

He gave her harder. Rougher. Taking her wild while he could. He knew Doc would eventually curtail their brutal sexual escapades, but he had her now and he thoroughly enjoyed every second in her body. Her breath told him she was close a second time. He lifted her hips higher. She wrapped herself around him, giving him tight. Meeting him stroke for stroke. Just as rough. Just as hard. Just as needy and hungry as he was. He went over the edge, taking her with him, jetting hot and long, filling her, triggering another explosive quake in her. She whispered his name and his balls seemed to boil all over again at the sound. His cock jerked more, spasming, sending more of his seed spilling into her body. His name sounded like music. He found himself free-falling, floating in fire and a kind of happiness he never expected to ever have.

He buried his face in her shoulder, feeling every shudder and ripple of her body around his. “You with me, Siena? You going to stay with me through all this shit? Because I can’t get us out. We’d have to hide, go on the run. We’d both be a target for the rest of our lives. No one would ever believe we’re just looking to live free. We stay, it’s dangerous, baby, but I have a better chance of protecting us. With Alonzo and Joshua in place, even more so.”

Dios, she had to say she’d stay with him because he wasn’t going to let her go. He’d keep her right there in his bedroom and talk until she listened, until he convinced her. Because there was no living without Siena Arnotto, not for him.

“Honey, I’m always with you,” she replied softly, her gloved hands smoothing over his back. Her fingers went up his neck to find his hair. Stroking.

He rolled to take his weight off of her. Feeling her heart beat. Looking into her green eyes. She looked back at him. Soft. Gentle. His woman. She stayed there for a long time, holding him, gliding gently, giving him that sweetness until he finally slipped out of her. The loss hurt.

“It won’t be easy, mi amorcito. The Feds will always be breathing down our necks.”

“Why can’t you just tell them what you’re doing?” she asked, kissing his throat. Sliding down his body slow. Making his heart beat harder in anticipation.