Page 214 of Icy Cold Death

Bishop knew who it was.

“No! I’m good, Bethany. Don’t bring anyone in here. I’ll be fine. Lucian won’t hurt me.”

It was clear the energy was bringing the dead to them. For Trey’s sake, he best not bust Lucian’s ass later.

‘I’ll be in the next room.’

Well, she wouldn’t be calling for backup. The last thing she needed was for Lucian to bond with anyone but her, or worse, do something to one of their dead.

She wasn’t sure what might happen.

This was a different him, pulled right from the static.

Now, the battle continued, and Lucian was focused on only one thing.

Her clit.

He dove in, feasting on her, and the whole time, his wicked fingers lit her body on fire. He touched, teased, and stroked her to the point she couldn’t fight it.

She came.

And came.

And came.

Lucian couldn’t stop taking what was his. The energy was rippling around him, and he only hoped that he didn’t hurt his wife.

As his tongue swirled around her clit, her body bucked, and it fed something in him. There was something about his wife being bound to their bed like an offering.

He couldn’t fight it.

He didn’t stop because he couldn’t.

When his wife screamed his name, her body breaking apart with another orgasm, he needed to cum in the worst way.

This was NOT how he planned on romancing his wife post baby.

Not.

Even.

Close.

Driving into her, he knew that had to be painful. She was wet from cumming, but still.

As he took her, they were body to body, and pressed together. His hips destroyed her, making her cum even more. He understood how Beckett felt after coming out of one of his trances.

This hit hard.

I need to fuck you, Bishop! I need to fuck until I can’t anymore!

She was lost in the haze and still reverberating from the last three orgasms.

If she was going to die, this was the way to do it.

Please give me permission. I don’t know if I can live with myself if I hurt you.

“More, Lucian! I want all!”

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