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“Are you sure?”

“Tease.”

His gaze locked to mine, and he slid two fingers inside me, the desire in his eyes holding me prisoner. “Is this what you want?”

“More.”

With a grin I could only describe as male satisfaction, he lowered his mouth to me and sucked the sensitive bits into his mouth, played me with his tongue, and fucked me with his fingers until I was begging. “Please.”

“Come for me.”

“You’re. So—”

His fingers went deep. Twisted and rubbed a sensitive place I didn't even know I had. I cried out as an orgasm ripped through me.

“Bossy!”

He didn’t stop, moving and tasting until I was spent before kissing his way up my body. I reached for him as he settled between my thighs and his hard cock sank into my wet heat with an agonizing slowness that made the sensitive inner muscles spasm again.

I gripped his shoulders. My hips rose to take more of him. Demanded more. His control was like iron, and he moved in and out of me with a slow, steady pace that pushed me higher and higher until another orgasm sent my body into spasms, taking me by surprise.

With a groan that sounded like my name, he moved. Hard. Fast. Out of control. I moved with him, taking everything he had and wanting more. Always more.

We both exploded, his body shuddering over mine with an intensity that shocked me.

He covered me when it was over, and I welcomed the warm weight of him, just enough to make me feel protected but most of his weight on his arms.

“You are dangerous,” he said.

The compliment pleased me, and I stroked his back with every ounce of emotion I wasn’t ready to name, let alone speak aloud.

For long minutes we remained entwined, neither of us ready to move until forced to abandon the few moments of bliss.

Eventually reality invaded my thoughts. Food. Shower. Mission briefing. More fighting.

Darius must have felt the tension in my limbs, because he rolled to the side, pulling me with him. When I was tucked under his shoulder, he sighed. “Can we stay here all day?”

“You know we can’t.”

“I don’t want you fighting today, Lily. It’s too soon.”

I didn’t argue. We still had time to be together, like this. I didn’t want to waste a single moment.


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