Page 45 of Sanctuary

Her smile widened with a knowing glint. “You found that photo, did you? That was another agent. The one time I had to collaborate. It was merely a cover.”

A wave of relief crashed over me, but I needed undeniable confirmation. “So, you're not married to someone else?”

She sat up and crossed her legs. “Good lord, no. Once that assignment was wrapped up, I got rid of him.”

“You shot him?” I probed, my voice edged with disbelief.

She paused, the silence thick with tension, as if weighing the gravity of her response. Finally, she uttered, “Yes, he was part of the assignment.”

I knew Declan and Rory would scream at me to abort, to kill her before she had the chance to kill me. But I did it anyway. I reached up, my thumb tracing the delicate curve of her cheek. She leaned into the touch, her eyes fluttering closed as if savoring the fleeting moment of tenderness.

As the rain continued to patter against the windowpane, our connection deepened. I caressed her face gently, brushing away a stray tear with my thumb. Her eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and longing. “Mia, before this goes any further you better be sure, because I don’t let go of what’s mine easily.”

She leaned closer, her breath hot against my neck as she replied, “I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”

Her words sent shivers down my spine as I traced the contours of her jawline with my fingers. “Tell me what you want,” I whispered back.

“I want you,” she said simply.

Our lips met in a passionate kiss that quickly escalated from tender to urgent. Her hands roamed over my bare chest, nails lightly scraping across my skin and causing goosebumps to erupt all over. I couldn’t help but moan into her mouth as she slowly slipped her tongue inside, teasing mine to dance.

I gently lowered her onto the bed, positioning myself between her thighs as we continued to kiss feverishly. Moving lower on her body, I slowly lifted my t-shirt and trailed light kisses along her ribcage as my hands reached for the waist of my jogging pants that she wore.

Once her legs were free, she wrapped one around my back, urging me closer. But one glance at her face, my eyes were drawn to her nipples. Already pert and hard, begging for my attention. I couldn’t resist and inched closer, taking one into my mouth while gently pinching and rolling the other between my thumb and forefinger. She gasped and moaned, her hands burying themselves in my hair.

Feeling her growing more desperate, I lowered my mouth further down, teasing her soft skin as I made my way to her hip bone, then licking my way to her navel, I plunged my tongue inside. In response, she lifted her hips slightly, silently begging me to continue. I spread her legs wider, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal.

My tongue traced a slow, deliberate path from the sensitive folds of her entrance up to her clit. At the first touch of my tongue on that throbbing nub of flesh, she cried out, gripping the sheets tightly.

“Mmm, delicious, just like I knew you would be,” I murmured, then continued to focus on her clit while sliding two fingers into her wet pussy, moving them in and out, in sync with my swirling tongue.

Her moans grew louder and more frequent as I increased my pace, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. “Please,” she gasped, sweat dotting her forehead as she writhed beneath me.

I looked up into her eyes, continuing the rhythmic motion of my fingers and tongue, as I whispered back, “Please what?”

“I don’t know,” she groaned as she arched off the bed, her body tensing as her orgasm crashed through her. I held her hips steady, continuing my ministrations through her climax, prolonging the waves of pleasure that made her thighs tremble against my cheeks. Her breathing came in ragged gasps, and she said my name like a mantra… as if it was a broken prayer on her lips.

When the last aftershocks subsided, I stripped off my clothes as I kissed my way back up her body, savoring the salt of her skin. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, cheeks flushed with satisfaction. She pulled me down for a languid kiss, tasting herself on my tongue.

“Your turn,” she whispered, flipping me onto my back with surprising strength.

Her hair fell like a curtain around us as she straddled me, the heat of her core pressing against my erection. I groaned, hands gripping her waist, desperate for friction.

“I’ve thought about this for so long,” she confessed, reaching between us to guide me to her entrance. “About you.”

Slowly, torturously, she sank down onto me, taking me inch by inch. We both moaned as I filled her completely. She began to move, setting a rhythm that had me seeing stars, her hands splayed across my chest for leverage. I watched, mesmerized, as she rode me – her head thrown back, breasts bouncing with each movement.

I reached up, my hand encircling her neck. “You’re so beautiful,” I managed between gasps. “Don’t you ever forget, you’re mine now.”

To make sure she never would, I gripped her hips and flipped us over without breaking our connection. I thrusted into her deeply, completely.

She wrapped her legs around my waist trying to pull me even closer. The new angle had her crying out, nails digging into my shoulders.

“Right there,” she begged. “Please. Don’t stop.”

I could feel myself getting close, the familiar tightening at the base of my spine. I slipped a hand between us, finding her clit and circling it with my thumb. Her walls clenched around me, signaling her approaching her second climax.

“Come with me,” I urged, fighting to hold back until she was ready.

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