Page 235 of At the Edge of Surrender

“You want it, Little Warrior? You want my cock filling you full?”

“Yes. Always.”

I flicked the button of my jeans and dragged my zipper down, and I shoved them down far enough around my thighs so that I could free myself.

My cock jutted for the ceiling, hard as stone and bobbing with greed. So engorged I thought I might explode.

I fisted myself and ran the tip through her lips, making sure to rub the ball at the base of my tip over her throbbing clit.

Emery moaned and spread herself wider. “Please.”

My molars ground as I slowly began to feed her my dick. Driving slow and deep into her tight, soaked pussy.

She writhed and whimpered.

“Take it, Little Warrior. Take it the way you were made to do.”

Her lips stretched wide around my cock, so fucking pretty where we met. I couldn’t look away as I filled her so full we both were gasping.

The oxygen thin.

Our heads spinning

Delirium.

That’s what this had to be.

Touching her and feeling like I might pass out.

“So good, so good,” I rumbled as I fitted myself inside her, the woman so snug that I always had to give her a few moments to adjust. Her walls spasming and clenching as I worked my way in.

“So good,” she agreed. “So good, Kane. Nothing is better. I still don’t know how.”

I pulled out almost to the tip then drove back in.

Possessive and deep.

“Because this is the way it’s supposed to be. You and me. Knew it the second I saw you.”

Felt it.

This thing I’d been missing.

“You and me,” she whimpered as I pulled back out.

“You and me, Little Warrior. We fight this world together. For that little girl. For us. Whatever it takes.”

I took her under the knees and slammed back in hard.

Her nod was juddering as her body rocked up the surface of my desk. “Whatever it takes.”

Fuck, we were so in sync.

This rhythm.

This connection.

We swam in it. A frisson zapping through the air as I began to move in her.

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