Page 72 of Reclaiming Izabel

Then he impaled me. A single deep driving thrust that made me gasp.

But he silenced me with another kiss, and I could only sob into his mouth. He circled his hips and ground into me, rubbing my needy, throbbing pussy. Overwhelmed by the ferocity with how he plundered me, I came fast and hard, blinded in the sheer intensity of my orgasm. My inner muscles were still spasming when Drake lifted my leg and pounded into me.

Wrenching his mouth from me, he rasped, “Can’t get enough of you. Never enough.” He canted his hips to go deeper, eyes blazing with possession. Again and again, he rammed into me until he thrust one final time and emptied himself inside me with a grunt. He collapsed, pinning me under his weight.

After the shudders of his release dissipated, he rolled to my side and pulled me against him. He pressed a quick kiss to my forehead. “Missed you.”

“I can tell.” I smiled against his skin that bore a sheen of his exertion.

He squeezed my shoulder. “Did you miss me?”

I sighed dramatically. “I guess.”

Drake’s fingers dug into my ribs. I jerked because I was ticklish there.

“Stop that.” I laughed.

He rolled back on top of me, straddling my thighs. “Did you miss me, sweet Izabel?” The devilish glint in his eyes made me laugh harder because just the threat of getting tickled was enough to evoke that reaction.

His eyes hooded. “I love seeing you laugh.” He leaned over and brushed a gentle kiss on my lips. “I love you, baby.”

We’d experienced so much healing in these past few weeks. Laughing with all my heart was becoming more frequent, especially with this gorgeous and devoted man at my side. “I love you too, Drake.”

Drake

“So, how did it go?”

Izabel’s question dragged me out from the sands of sleep. I yawned and hugged her tighter. “Good.”

“Good?”

“Jesus, Izabel, I’m tired,” I grumbled. “Let your man sleep.”

“It’s barely eight. Have you even eaten?”

She tried to untangle our limbs, but I only locked her tighter. I smiled inwardly when I heard her huff.

“Tell me what was discussed.”

I had appeared at the Senate Intelligence Committee hearing with Marcus Harrelson and Viktor Baran. The public outrage that erupted with the arrest of Lawrence Mitchell and Allison Tierney brought the hammer down on our lawmakers to fix what was broken in Washington.

“Viktor gave them a two-hundred-page report of what was broken in the DoD and the CIA. It’s a major overhaul, baby. The enemies are learning to adapt, getting more sophisticated, and our government entities are not flexible enough to address the threats.”

“Is anything going to be done about the oil lobby?”

I stroked her hair away from her face. “With the global economy playing a key role in overall security, every company or trade association will be scrutinized in their spending.” I went on to tell her what I was allowed to say since it had been a closed hearing. “Big changes are coming to Washington.”

Izabel sighed. “Well, let’s hope it’s not all talk.”

I hoped so, too. “Enough about me. How’s the construction of the Glen Ford neighborhood coming along?”

“The Solace Foundation has finally broken ground on the apartment complex.”

“That’s good news.”

“Also, it was Kyle’s last day today,” she added quickly.

“It’s about damn time.” I kept my voice level and tried to control the anger that rose in me every time I remembered the architect’s role in Izabel’s abduction. Though Izabel saw him as a victim, I viewed him as an idiot.

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