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There were no words at this point, only breathless sounds and moans coming from both of us. He never blinked and I began to wonder if most hunters had learned the art of keeping watch at all times.

I’d never felt as safe as I did with him. The thought was odd yet truthful. As he pulled me up until only the tip of his cock was inside, I squeezed my pussy muscles on purpose.

He laughed softly, yet the tone was dark and demanding. When he pulled me down again, I dug my broken fingernails into his skin.

The vibrations continued, long and hard, flowing through me like a beautiful tidal wave of electricity. I could never tell him what this meant to me, the need to feel alive only able to be filled again by his heated touch.

And by the way he looked at me with such ferocity that I was kept in a beautiful haze. He was everything I hadn’t known I needed and nothing that could be contained. Every muscle was on fire, every inch of my skin prickling from the joy he was providing.

We continued rocking together and when he pushed me back onto the bed, a nervous laugh erupted from my throat.

With his hands placed on either side of me, he lifted his body until every muscle was tensed. He thrust even harder, the force pushing me into the bed. I was breathless, kneading his chest as we locked eyes. Maybe there were things that needed to be said. Maybe there were feelings that should be shared, but I was incapable of forming words.

His stamina was incredible, beads of sweat dripping down from his face onto mine. Even the ceiling fan was incapable of keeping us cool. Not when our bodies were on fire.

I arched my back and wrapped both legs around him, squeezing my knees together. Within seconds, I sensed he was ready to come.

With several additional plunges, his body tensed and he slowly lifted his head toward the ceiling.

As he erupted inside, a deep sadness rushed through me.

A knowing.

A realization that would linger even though the memories would be sweet.

This would never happen again.

CHAPTER 15

Maddox

Pain ripped through every muscle, the twinges of anguish a constant reminder I was alive. From somewhere, I heard screams, the kind of baleful sound that would remain reverberating in my ears for days if not weeks to come.

As soon as the insurgent approached, I lunged forward, catching him in the gut with my knife. The shock pushed him backward, but not for long.

He threw himself at me again, hurling the butt of his weapon against my head.

Agony sparked another moment of rage and I slashed the knife from right to left, catching him at the base of his neck.

He slapped his hand over the wound, roaring in fury.

Loud popping sounds happened all around me, bullets whizzing by. When one caught me in the shoulder, I didn’t reactother than to grab the insurgent by the throat, plunging the knife into his jugular.

With a hard kick, I pitched him aside, already spinning in a circle to attack the next asshole who dared interfere.

Another scream caught my attention and I spun around again, eager to destroy another life.

They came at me, six of the bastards. All with grins on their faces.

“Vamos a destriparlo,” one snarled.

The fucker wanted to gut me.

“No puedo. Alfaro lo quiere vivo. Muy vivo.”

I took a deep breath, glancing from one to the other. If the assholes thought they were going to take me that easily, alive so Alfaro could torture me, they had another goddamn think coming.

With a smile on my face, I threw myself at them.

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