Page 68 of The Syphon King

He flew to her mouth, kissing her as he fingered her. “Fucking come baby,” heordered, watching her pretty face bowing to ecstasy. “Then I’m going to put you on that bed and fuck you all night.”

She latched her hand on his neck and jerked his mouth to hers, her cries of hunger wide open and bare before him, driving him to the edge as she came.

He spun and put her on the bed in three steps. “Fuck baby,” he gushed as she helped him out of his pants then hurried back onto the bed with her legs open for him.

He was on her in two seconds, both their hands bringing his cock to that heaven he’d been craving.

“Do it, please,” she begged, digging her nails as he shoved to the bottom.

“Claire,” he swore on her mouth, bucking his hips and making good on his promise. “I fucking love you,” he seethed as he hammered her soft cunt, obliterating the dark hold that had nearly strangled them to death.

He emptied every part of himself as her fingers roamed through his hair and pulled his mouth to hers again, her every breath filled with a sob and her buried confessions. “I love you too much, Jeramiah. I’ll die if this isn’t real, Iwill. You gotta be real or I’ll die!”

“I’m so fucking real,” he promised, his mouth storming over every inch of her face. “I amso very fuckingreal.” He explored his wife with starved hands, feeling her perfect silky body, so strong and yet tender to him. “I missed you, baby,” he said at her mouth, his cock hard again. “I missed youallmy life, you know that?”

She let out a sob as he nailed himself into her again, every bang of his hips driving his heart and soul deeper into hers, determined to shatter everything keepingallof her from him.

“Oh God, Oh God,” she cried out as his cock pounded without mercy, without remorse, without relent. Come tomorrow every part of her body would tremble and shake with the truth. She was his, always was, always would be. And there wouldneveragain be a doubt about it.

THE CROSSOVER

“Hello?”

The cautious greeting paused Nidev’s pacing. “Dr. Ubaldo, it’s Nidev,” he hurried, not wanting to lose him to panic.

“King Nidev?” the man wondered, his hope and doubt on equal par.

“Yes, King Nidev. I used a special program to help find you, my friend. Are you well?”

He stammered for many seconds before giving up on coherent English, filling the phone with a big laugh. Then another. Long and loud. “TheKing Nidev?”

“Itisme.” He smiled and waited through the racket of awe and exuberant joy and... barking. “You have dogs?”

“Let me find a quiet place. My uh...research has brought me to animal shelters at this time.”

“Well, are you available for hire?” Nidev asked, ready to rescue his good friend from whatever he was in trouble with.

“Hire?” he asked, his hopeful curiosity a good sign.

“I have big problems, David. The kind that have your name all over them. Money is no option and we’re thoroughly covered from all eyes.”

His breath gushed. “If anybody else were to say that I’d offer them a dry laugh. But with you, I know this is true.” He gave more expressions of awe and marvel. “Dear friend, my life is in your hands. Whatever you need from me, I am happily obligated to give.”

“Where can I pick you up?”

“Right,” he muttered quieter. “Are you familiar with the Ravenwood Station?”

“In the Appalachians?”

“That’s the one.”

“Enough, yes,” Nidev said.

“You’ll need a helicopter.”

“Coordinates?”

“I’ll need to encrypt them and text it to a secure line.”

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