SWNOVELS Chapter 67
Claire’s POV
I wanted to take care of him the way he’d taken care of me the other night because I could see he was exhausted and filthy and I didn’t know if he was traumatized, too.
But now he was trying to consume me; it really felt like that. He was driving into me hard and kissing the back of my neck, holding my hair off to the side. The harder he pushed and grunted the tighter he pulled at my hair and it wasn’t easy to stay upright in the wet shower.
I almost lost my footing and then he caught me and gently took me down to kneeling on the floor of the shower and he got back inside of me from behind and held onto a breast with one hand as he drove in over and over and then reached around and rubbed his middle two fingers around and around my clit.
It was hard on the knees and all I could do was brace my hands against the slippery wall, reaching up to hang onto the built-in soap dish, but I still went off quickly, feeling that awesome ripple throughout my body and a moment later he finished. For a moment we were both on the floor of the shower.
He turned me around and then pulled me onto his lap and just held onto me. He was trembling. I wrapped my arms around him and put my cheek on his head and we stayed sitting on the shower floor like that for a long time before he stopped shaking and pulled us both to standing, reached up and soaped up his body and I shampooed his hair, up on my tiptoes watching him with his eyes closed and his lips parted as my fingers massaged his scalp.
Then, after he got under the water and rinsed off, he grabbed me by the h**s and pulled me against him and held me for another few minutes under the shower stream. After what felt like forever, he turned the tap off. We left the shower stall and wrapped ourselves in towels and then he took me by the hand and led me to bed.
I felt like I was too wet to be in bed but had no choice, really, because he pulled me to him and I think he fell asleep three seconds after his head hit the pillow. We slept under the blankets still wrapped in wet towels, with sopping wet hair, and wrapped around one another.
Azriel’s POV
When I’d gotten home at 4:40 AM my brother was still up, looking like s**t and looking a bit flipped out since I walked into my own house with my gun drawn. I’d gotten smuggled across the border, taken a commercial flight home with a fake passport, and then hopped a cab to my storage unit, grabbed a gun, then cabbed it home and greeted Nino at the front gate with my gun drawn.
I had to make sure all was okay at home. He’d let me in and tried to convince me that all was well to get me to put the gun away but I didn’t until I saw Dario. When I saw my brother sitting at the kitchen table I knew all was okay. For the moment, at least.
I’d wanted no one to know when I’d arrive, what flight I was on, when I was on my way. No one got to know anything until I got there. I wasn’t just being paranoid; I was being smart. Who knew who else in our organization had flipped to the enemy’s side and who would seek retribution for what I’d done at Castillo’s?
I’d done the job I needed to do and it was done so now I could come home to her and to my empire. If I hadn’t felt like I’d earned this before, which I knew I’d already done, I certainly felt it’d be uncontested now.
I saluted him; he put his phone down and looked relieved. I put my gun back into my waistband and I said, “Gotta go to bed, man. tomorrow, okay?” He nodded, and smiled, “Welcome home, bro. She’s been anxious for you to get back.”
I’d smiled back and climbed the stairs.
Now it was morning, no hang on, afternoon — I’d slept 11 hours, and I had to debrief some people, including Dare, my uncle, and then get to work to ensure that our own housekeeping was in order, that there weren’t any other traitors around, and that Claire would be safe. Then there was some business to organize based on new developments down south.
During times like these, I really wished my dad was alive…… to just guide me and s**t. Uncle was good and that was the only reason Dad had left him in charge but he certainly couldn’t do what father could for me.
I wasn’t going to get out of bed — not yet. Not until I felt her body wrapped around me again, her beautiful green eyes looking at me without fear or contempt. I rolled over and surprisingly found her still there beside me, still asleep. I started to k**s from her collarbone downwards.
She opened her legs for me before her eyes even opened, making my groin and my chest ache. She was so f*****g perfect and there was no way I’d allow anyone to take her from me again.