Page 143 of Mission Shift

Braxton Thorin was strong enough to carry the broken pieces of me. And gentle enough to put them back together.

And he hadn’t asked for anything in return.

No demands. Just the quiet, steady vow in his hands—I’m here. I see you. You matter.

I looked up at him, my chest rising and falling rapidly, and thought,How is this real?

He hadn’t even asked for his own pleasure.

The men I’d been with before? They took. Used. Demanded their turn first and didn’t care if I got mine.

Braxton? This man who had so effortlessly captured my body now had me questioning whether he could capture my heart as well.

And that changed everything.

He stood at the foot of the bed, easing up from the edge between my knees. He took one ankle, then the other, and kissed the inside of each. Then he began his path upward—to the inside of my calf and the soft skin along my inner thigh. His stubble grazed over me, leaving goose bumps in its wake.

He didn’t rush. His mouth paused at my hip, just over the bone, and he bit down—hard enough to leave a little mark on me and make me wonder just how rough he might like to play one day. He skimmed my sides with his hands as he climbedover me, trailing those maddening kisses across my belly, up the center to the base of my ribs.

With a soft groan, he continued his journey, his lips grazing the undersides of my breasts while his hands cupped them, squeezing gently. My nipples pebbled against his palms, begging for his attention.

“Mmm, I love that so much,” I whispered.

He chuckled. “I plan to touch every inch of you, Daria. I want to savor every taste.”

His mouth closed around one nipple, sucking gently at first, then with more insistence. My back arched off the bed, my hands tangling in his hair as sensations spiraled through me.

He switched to the other nipple, teasing it with his tongue, nibbling gently with his teeth, driving me wild. “Oh, yes, that’s exactly right,” I murmured, my hips rolling against his.

He pulled away, his lips trailing kisses up my throat, then along my jawline, until he reached my mouth. Our lips met in a feverish kiss, our tongues tangling together. His tongue slid against mine, teasing and tasting, and when he bit my bottom lip—just enough for it to sting—I jolted beneath him.

My whole body burned for him. My hands roamed his back and shoulders, unable to get enough of him.

I rocked my hips, dragging myself over his thick, hard cock. Braxton groaned and dropped his forehead to mine.

“I’m about to explode,” he muttered. “I have to be inside you.”

Without breaking the kiss, he positioned himself between my legs, with the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I was already soaked, desperate for him to fill me.

I ground against him again.

He growled, rose to his hands, and reached between us, lining himself up. With one swift thrust, he slammed into me, stretching me to the limit, and I loved it. He paused, letting me adjust to his size before beginning to move.

“Jesus,” he gritted out, bracing his arms beside my head. “You’re so fucking tight.”

We moved in rhythm as he thrust in and out. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, digging my heels into his back.

“Faster,” I begged, my hands clutching at his back. “Harder, Braxton.”

He obliged, his thrusts becoming more powerful, his hips pounding against me. His cock was hitting all the right spots inside me, and my breath caught in my throat as another orgasm built within.

His mouth found mine again, and he kissed me fiercely. Our tongues tangled, and our teeth accidentally clashed. The kiss was wild and unrestrained, a reflection of the passion consuming us.

He pulled back, and his eyes flicked down, watching our bodies meet. “Touch yourself, Daria. I want to watch you.”

I didn’t even hesitate. My hand slid up to one breast to pinch my nipple, while the other dropped to circle my clit.

“Just like that,” he said. “God, look at you. You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

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