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I pulled her over to the couch. The instant she was lying down, I jerked off her pants. She lay sprawled on the couch, fully naked, her eyes filled with lust. I ran my hand down her stomach, just beginning to swell with the baby, which somehow made her even more alluring than she had been earlier.

Lowering my head to rest between her thighs, I spread her legs. She was already wet, and my cock grew even harder. Wanting to savor every second, I pressed my thumb against her clit, grinning as her entire body stiffened in response.

I ran my tongue along her slit. She gasped, legs tightening around my head. God, she tasted incredible. Glancing up even as I continued devouring her, I saw her head thrown back, her tits heaving up and down as she panted. My cock twitched.

I could sense she was getting close. I slowed, moving away from her clit. Her head shot up, and she glared at me. I grinned.

“Ass,” she muttered.

“Not this time,” I said, crawling off her so I could take off my clothes. Her eyes raked up and down my body, not bothering to conceal her want as I crawled back on top of her. My fingers pinched her nipple, and her fists closed, gripping the fabric of the couch. “But maybe soon, if you’re good.”

“In your dreams,” she spat, even as her eyes told a different story.

I leaned forward, the tip of my cock pressing against her pussy as my lips brushed her ear. “I do a lot more to you than that when I’m dreaming,” I muttered.

Before she could say anything else, I thrust into her. Her protest turned into a cry of delight as I pumped in and out of her. She felt incredible, her muscles clenching around my cock as I rode her. In that moment, nothing else mattered. All the problems, all the frustration, all of it vanished for the moment, leaving just me and her.

Chapter 16 - Lorelei

Everything felt deliciously blank, a balm after weeks of anxiety and one stressor after another. All I knew was that Mark was fucking me senseless, and it felt incredible.

As he glided in and out of me, he leaned forward. He took one nipple in his mouth, tugging gently with his teeth in a way that made my toes curl and the fire burning below my stomach grow. His hands ran down my bare stomach, sending shivers of ecstasy trailing after his fingers as they slipped lower and lower. Every touch, every caress seemed perfectly tailored to make me need him more. Despite all the times I had denied it, both to myself and to him, I had wanted this ever since that first time. I’d needed it. Needed him.

His thumb pressed against my clit, his eyes sparking with amusement as I writhed beneath his touch. It was as though he knew exactly what I wanted without me having to say anything.

Even as he did this, he didn’t miss a single thrust. His speed intensified with every plunge, making me go mindless as I focused only on that sensation, each pump sending new electricity coursing through me, so intense it was nearly unbearable.

My back arched as the pleasure built between my thighs. I could tell I wouldn’t last much longer. I tried to hold onto the sensation, wanting that ecstasy and need to last for as long as possible, relishing the feeling as it continued to swell, as he continued to pleasure me in a way I hadn’t thought possible.

Just as I tried to hold onto the feeling, one hard thrust sent me over the edge. I cried out, fingers clinging to the sheets as my hips bucked and spasms of ecstasy washed over me.Mark’s lips slammed against mine, smothering my scream as he continued to pump in and out of me.

Moments later, his cock spasmed inside me. He moaned in satisfaction against my lips as he slowed, his semen filling me. When he finally stopped, he didn’t slip out of me. Instead, he propped himself up on his arms, his cock still twitching inside me as we caught our breaths.

Eventually, though, he slid out, leaving me feeling almost empty. But he didn’t move from on top of me.

“You all right?” he asked.

I nodded, not able to say anything else.

Hovering over me, his thumb stroked my cheek. The affection on his face was so obvious that it took me by surprise. Finally, he sighed.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I really shouldn’t have dragged you away like that. I should have respected your wishes. Probably should have been doing that the whole time.”

My mouth opened, despite myself. I hadn’t believed it, but maybe he really was changing. I wouldn’t have expected the Mark from a couple of months ago to say anything like that.

“Thanks,” I said. “And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I should have. I just didn’t know how to broach the subject.”

“I understand,” he said. He finally moved off me, flopping beside me on the couch before turning to look at me again. His jaw worked as though he didn’t want to say whatever was on his mind, but then he said, “You want to keep working with Declan, don’t you?” It wasn’t a question.

I hesitated, then nodded. “I’ve always wanted to help, but after meeting the people here, I want to even more. I like thepeople here. If I can do something to keep them safe, I want to do it.”

He snorted but gave me an affectionate, knowing look. “I know that feeling.”

I tilted my head, giving a quirk of my lips. “The difference is, I don’t want to kidnap them.”

“No, but you want to put yourself in danger still,” he countered. Then he shook his head. “Still, if you really want to do this, I won’t stop you.”

I sat up, unable to conceal my surprise. “Really?”

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