Page 61 of The Sniper

Daniels didn’t hesitate. He shucked off his own clothes before he lowered his mouth to hers, his tongue tracing the seam of her mouth until she moaned and then foraging inside. He trailed kisses down the length of her body—from her throat down to her toes and back up again until his mouth was on her sex, licking her labia and kissing and sucking her clit.

She was wet—soaked. He didn’t care if it was because of the adrenaline rush from the encounter with Artemis, his show of dominance, or what. All he cared about was that she was ripe and ready for him, and he meant to have her. He inhaled deeply, her scent nearly making him lose control.

He began devouring her pussy, like a starved man being given his first meal. Over and over, he speared her with his tongue, lapping up her honey. Reyna’s back arched as soon as he penetrated her with his fingers. She cried out as her orgasm rolled over her, her body going stiff and trembling before she went boneless. He rolled up onto his knees, his hard cock pointing true north. Her legs were spread, and her pussy still glistened with her honey. She looked like some ancient virgin laid out as a sacrifice for him.

He was rough, demanding, forcing her to acknowledge her own vulnerability. He teased, tormented, made her writhe beneath him until she was on the edge of breaking. Until she wasn’t fighting anymore—she wasgiving.

Daniels settled himself between her legs as if that place had always belonged to him. He thrust up into her, groaning as he did so. Nothing had ever felt this right. He wanted just to pound into her to ensure she understood who was calling the shots from now on. Instead, he nuzzled, sucked, and gave her nipples the edge of his teeth. She squirmed beneath him, reveling in her need.

He pulled back and plunged back in again and again. He could feel her body ramping up for another orgasm, and he was a greedy Dom. He wanted all of her orgasms from now on. As her pussy began to spasm along his length, he thrust harder and harder, wanting it to last, but also wanting to come with her.

And when he finally took her, finally gave into his need to spill himself inside her, it wasn’t just about dominance. It was about ownership. Reyna's second climax overwhelmed her with pure pleasure, causing him to grind against her as he filled her with his release.

When she came apart beneath him, gasping his name, Daniels knew—she was his.

His to protect. His to break. His tokeep.

Reyna lay beneath him, her body soft and sated, her wrists still bound. He ran his fingers over her skin, watching as goosebumps rose in their wake. She turned her head, meeting his gaze. And for the first time since this whole thing had started, he saw it—fear.

But not fear of him. Fear of what she was feeling.

"Talk to me," he murmured.

She licked her lips, hesitating. Then...”I’m not scared of Artemis."

Daniels frowned. "Then what are you scared of?"

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. "Losing you."

Something in his chest tightened.

Daniels wasn’t a man who made promises he couldn’t keep. He’d lost people before. He knew better than to think anyone was untouchable.

But when he looked at Reyna, still marked from him, stillhis,he knew one thing with absolute certainty.

"You’re mine," he said simply. "And I don’t lose what’s mine."

She breathed out shakily, nodding once.

He leaned down, brushing a kiss against her temple. "You good?" he murmured.

Reyna grinned—brat—"You tell me."

Daniels chuckled, shaking his head. "Smart ass."

She opened her mouth to retort but was stopped when the door flew open.

Daniels twisted, reaching for his gun in an instant. But it was Anton, breathless, his face pale.

Anton stopped and took in the situation. "Sorry to disturb you, but you need to see this," Anton said.

Daniels climbed out of bed, grabbing his pants and tugging them on. Reyna tried to sit up but was prevented from doing so by the ropes binding her wrists to the headboard.

“A little help here,” she snarled.

“Ask me nicely,” Daniels replied.

She started to make a snarky retort and thought better of it. “Would you please release me, Sir, so I can do my job, Sir?”

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