Strong For Too Long Trilogy ✔️

27. The Woman in Red.

CHAPTER 27: The Woman in Red.

Cognac brown eyes don't stray away from mine. By my calculation, it was almost three in the afternoon, the engagement party started in exactly three hours, but I didn't feel like moving anytime soon. He lowers his forehead to mine, "Do you want to ditch our own engagement party?" He whispers with a slow smile. I slide my fingers up his spine when he lowers his lips down to my collarbone.

"No, but I don't want to leave just yet." I whisper.

Lips slowly descend against mine. Another passionate movement and he flutters against my lips the second contact once again erupts and I feel him shutter against me, "We're going to have a problem." He breathes out, intertwining one set of fingers, and gliding up again while the other memorises and initiates the arc in my back. I flush against him, he groans against me when another firework sets off and he trembles above me.

I close my eyes, breathing him in, "What kind of problem?" I murmur, softly against his ear when he drops in exhaustion against me. I run my fingers through his hair, he shudders against me once more and before long, I feel him twitch and suddenly he grunts again and I almost giggle when he growls, neck straining and his entire body clenching.

"That kind of trouble." He says, face flushed and a little embarrassed. He closes his eyes, wanting to focus on my pleasure, hilariously enough, that is all he's been giving me for the past night and day we didn't move from the bed. We started...and never stopped. I was surprised he was still awake considering the number of explosions we've shared.

I roll my eyes, "Don't be embarrassed, what we should be worried about is no protection." I whisper to him.

And that makes him shoot up like a ball of super-charged energy as he stares at me wide-eyed, I pat his cheek, "Yeah, that. I don't think it did anything, given the amount of drugs already being pro-created in my system." I say to him, he stares into my eyes, his own cognac ones darting between mine and not before long, he lowers his down to my belly.

"If you are?" He whispers, eyes penetrating my stomach.

"Then I am. But if I'm not, we're finishing this war head-on." I say to him.

He nods down to me, just as his phone rings again, Aaron blinks slowly, eyes turning menacing, "I swear if most of these calls are from Branson, he's going to get it the second we freaking get back." He says, every muscle in his arms straining, I run my fingers along the veins and arteries on either side.

"Fancy a waterfall shower before we get back." I whisper to him.

He blinks twice, "As long as you want to just fall straight in. Walking for me might be a problem right now." He whispers, shyly. He's never once been shy, for crying out loud. I laugh against him as he presses soft kisses down my neck, I rub his shoulders soothingly.

He pecks my nose, "What?" He whispers.

"I could go a whole week longer, Aaron." I point out.

His eyes bulge out of their sockets, "What?! But-but...really?" He breathes out in shock.

He's leaning up on his knees, I untangle my legs from his torso and glide up, wrapping my arms around him, "I heal faster than any human being, sweetheart. I could definitely go all week before getting tired. Three times longer than Eight described. So, now that we have finally done it, I wouldn't expect a break any time soon, hubby." I say to him, laughing when his arms tighten around me and he gulps.

When we make it to the waterfall, we slide through and then I see the magical room. I smile wide, floating forward and running my fingers along the smooth black rock of the cave, I feel him moving along the pebbles down below that I can't reach until every familiar part of him flush against my back, "You are indescribable." He breathes out against me.