Page 133 of Lock Up the Darkness

Another slap right on my clit had me screaming out into the gag.

Then they were raining down with no reprieve as he jackhammered into me.

Ecstasy crashed into me and I bit down desperately on the gag as I convulsed in his arms and came all over his cock.

“Fucking shit,” he shouted, squeezing my pussy and making me squeal as he came.

His brutal grip and the feel of him jerking inside me sent me over the edge again, and another orgasm took me.

He groaned and rested his head on my shoulder, his whole body covering mine.

As I shifted, he pinched my hip. “Not yet. Just let me stay inside you. Just for a little while longer.”

My chest squeezed and I reached out and stroked his hair as our harsh pants filled the air between us.

In my pleasure haze, I was vaguely aware of something moving in the distance. I strained to see, to snap out of the weight of the afterglow, and a blur of pink caught my eye.

But then it was gone in the next second.

I reached up and pulled my panties from my mouth. “Killian, did you—I thought I just saw—”

He lifted his head. “Saw what?”

“Someone or something here.”

He pulled from me, making us both wince as his dick left me. He tucked himself away, then spun around searching.

“Nothing. I don’t see anything and my vision is 20/20.”

I shoved a hand through my hair. “I’m not a hundred percent sure.”

“You’d just been fucked into oblivion, I’m not surprised.” He smiled, then took my hand, giving it a squeeze. “We’re just all on edge right now.”

“Yeah, we are.”

I just hoped that was all it was.

I tugged him back to me and he moaned as I sank into him.

He wrapped his muscular arms around me and I let myself relax and just be, breathing in his intoxicating and yet soothing minty scent.

And it felt really fucking good.

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~Jonah~

“Jonah!” Asher’s commanding baritone boomed down the corridor as I reached the bottom of the winding staircase. “Before you leave, come in—” His words were cut off with him launching into another coughing fit.

He’d been hacking up a lung for the last couple of days, as the sickness had set in.

It hadn’t helped that he’d been going non-stop trying to break Revenant’s codes and figure out the whole deal with his source and a way to make contact.

I mean, Asher was always go-go-go. He only slept a maximum of four hours a night. He said anymore was a waste for him.

It was more than that, though.

It was the nightmares.

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