Page 220 of The Darkest Chase

My body becomes this violent machine, and he becomes my master.

And he’s right there with me, every blinding second.

“Don’t fucking stop,” he orders roughly. “Not before I come inside you.”

Holy shit!

Fusing our bodies together, straining to reach even deeper inside me, I watch his head snap back and his eyes pinch shut.

He bares his teeth as his whole body tightens like a cord.

Then he’s pulsing, jerking hot inside me, cursing his pleasure through shining teeth.

The instant he comes, he takes my soul.

I feel his come as his princely face becomes savage, as his hands bite my ass hard enough to hurt, as he marks me in the deepest way possible, flooding me with sin so sweet it must be divine.

I could never, ever be this way with anyone but Micah Ainsley.

Together, we’re too perfect.

And after tonight, I’m certain we’ll never let each other go.

So, it turns out I didn’t need that shirt after all.

I’m quite content to snuggle up in Micah’s arms as we collapse into bed together, tangled up and sated and breathless. It’s wordlessly comforting to be held like this, to be reassured.

This is real.

It’s not some fever dream caused by oxygen deprivation while I slowly suffocate to death in a barrel sinking to the bottom of the ocean.

Just the thought of what Xavier almost did—what he threatened to do—makes me shudder and huddle closer to Micah. His hand glides down my back, gathering me closer, like he knows.

“Shh,” he whispers. “You’re safe with me.”

I let out a contented sigh.

And I burrow into him, breathing in his scent. But the relief is short-lived as his phone buzzes on the nightstand.

I open one eye, looking at it over his shoulder. He twists to glance back at it, then groans and buries his face in my hair, ignoring the call.

The name on the caller ID says Jane Henway.

I arch a brow. This better not be an eleventh-hour reveal with a secret wife back in New York or something.

“Shouldn’t you get that?” I ask.

“Nah. That’s my DEA handler. The one who told me I had to wait for the paperwork to go through before I could hit Xavier and save your life.” His hold on me tightens. “They can wait until tomorrow to yell at me before I tell them to fuck off. They’ll have to deal with me staying in Redhaven.”

My heart nearly stops.

“You’re staying…?” I pull back, just enough so I can see his face.

He opens his eyes, looking at me quietly, and pushes himself up to brush his lips over mine.

“There’s nothing waiting for me in New York. Somehow, while I was busy faking fitting in here, I found my calling.” He hesitates, his eyes lowering. “I made a real home here in Redhaven. I care about the people. The guys. Everyone.” Those stark silvery-blue eyes meet mine again. “You. Obviously.”

He’s doing it again.

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