Page 50 of Shielding Aubree

He'd never felt so close to another person before. Never felt so much a part of someone else's life.

Buried inside of her, he felt the tremulous flutter of her walls against him. He tasted the pulse along the side of her neck, and when she came, he heard her keening cry and pulled her down against him so he could enjoy the feeling of his cum painting the walls of her sex. She shook against him, collapsing against his chest until her cheek came to rest on his shoulder, her hands tucked between them against his chest.

He cradled her closer to his chest, he wrapped his arms around her and rocked her gently.

“This is what I’ve wanted,” he murmured softly as he felt her breath fan across his chest. “You, in my arms.”

She sighed and he felt the warmth of her lips brush against his skin. “Me, too.”

He knew she was barely awake, but he knew she still might hear him. “I want to drown in you, too.”

“Hmm?” She opened her eyes and looked up at him. “You’re a good swimmer. How would that work?”

“Love,” he told her as he lifted a hand to comb his fingers through her hair. “I love you like crazy.”

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He needed to get inside the police station. She was back and working.

Had been for almost two weeks and she hadn't been out on the streets.

How was he going to get to her when she was stuck in a building all day and her father dropped her off and picked her up every damn day?

It was a conspiracy.

They were keeping her away from him!

And it was going to stop.

How?

He had no fucking clue, but he'd make it work.

He'd get her alone.

He'd take her life and then he'd finally get a chance to leave this fucking god forsaken place.

Finally.

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The man sitting across from her was Prosecutor Shannon Kepler.

Aubree would never forget that name.

If it was up to the man sitting across from her, she'd likely be crying into a drink every night for the rest of her life.

He seemed to have issues.

Lots of them.

But at the moment, he really seemed to have a prosecutorial hard on for making her life suck.

And he was really good at it.

He took another file out of his briefcase and set it on the table between them, his fingers pressing down the cover of it so she couldn't take it or open it.

He'd done the same thing with her four times already.

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