Page 137 of Enthrall Shadows
He peered skyward as though disappearing into the pleasure. I exulted in the fact it was me freeing him, bringing him this blinding pleasure. I was unable to understand how anyone could let this man go.
I worshipped him as my throat closed around his shaft, drawing him in and out with a sleek bobbing, deep-throating him.
This was unlike any connection I’d ever experienced. Our unique chemistry felt profoundly rare and yet unfathomably familiar.
Falling and falling and fallingfor him.
“I’m gonna come.”
I coaxed him into a climax.
As he stilled and his heat filled my mouth, I swallowed him down, grateful that we had this, at least. I held onto these precious seconds of an “us”—as fragile as they were beautiful.
Ineeded time alone.
Time to process how a situation this dire could end up liberating me, all thanks to Lotte’s insight. There was no pressure there, which made me want to spend even more time with her.
Reese was right about one thing: I’d once loved puzzles and, ironically, Lotte had become the missing piece.
I stole a few minutes to walk the perimeter, maintaining a visual on Lotte and the rucksack. She sat at a picnic table, drinking a bottle of water, seemingly comfortable talking with Michael.
I’d given her fresh boxer shorts and one of my T-shirts to wear. Someone else had given her a pair of socks. Mine were far too big. Reese had leant a pair of khakis. Lotte was a little shorter than Reese, but she managed by rolling up the cuffs. Her boots were holding up well.
Showering with her had felt as natural as breathing. What happened afterwards—us dancing to one of my favorite songs—had felt dreamlike.
I was meant to be miserable,goddammit.
Every time Lotte stepped into my line of sight, I felt victorious. As though everything I’d experienced had been profoundly worth it because I had found her, leading me toward potential happiness.
But did I have her, really?
Or perhaps my imagination was running wild with this need to believe I could find love again. Hurting her wasn’t an option. But her hurting me, it hadn’t even figured into my equation.
I’d gone into battle many times. But this was a brand-new risk.
“A battle of the mind,” as Cameron had succinctly put it.
I couldn’t refuse Charlotte anything.
Getting her out of here safely had become my number one priority.
With my SATCOM back up, the clearing helping with the signal, I sent a brief text to Shay to inform him we’d reached our destination.
The screen flashed his answer.
Shay: Sitrep?
Me: All clear.
Shay: Casualties?
Me: None.
Shay: Target?
Me: Located.
Shay: Wow. Extraction?
