Her pussy clenches around me like she’s milking me, and what’s left of my sanity slips away.

She’s so fucking tight, squeezing me constantly.

Bracing my elbows on the bed, I fuck her, delirious with lust. Her reactions drive me insane, and I lose myself in the tight confines of her body.

My thick cock stretches her with every thrust with difficulty, and every time I slide in and out, it feels like the first time because she’s so damn tight.

Even drenched, her grip on my shaft is so intense it almost makes me come.

"Wrap your thighs around my waist," I growl.

I slide my hand between our bodies, finding her clit. It's swollen and hard, and I know she's close.

I fuck her in deep, relentless strokes—not as rough as I want to, but still, I’m losing the fight against my orgasm fast.

Her cheeks are flushed, her delicious mouth parted, until finally she shatters, soaking us both.

I move slowly because I know she’s sensitive after coming, but she rises off the bed, meeting my thrusts, demanding more.

I pull out completely and slam back in harder, setting a relentless rhythm.

I fuck her for several minutes, pounding into her, and when she starts to clench again, I know I’m at my limit.

I flick her clit, my other hand gripping the flesh of her ass.

It doesn’t take long before she’s crying out, her little pussy drenching my hand.

Finally, I let go, falling with the woman I love into our own private abyss.

I pull out, knowing we can’t risk a pregnancy right now—even with a condom, there's always a chance. Sedric is proof of that.

I pull her carefully onto my chest, her back sticking to me. "I love you, Alexis. I don’t know how I survived so long without you."

"Never leave again, LJ. I wouldn’t survive it. I’m giving you everything—my love and my trust. Take care of them."

Lazarus

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

One Day Later

"Areyou telling me you asked Odin Lykaios to figure out who hacked our system?" I ask Athanasios.

"Yeah. I should’ve done it a long time ago."

"I thought you didn’t want to bring in outsiders," I say.

What happened—those swapped test results a few years ago—was serious. We tried to handle it discreetly while tracking down the culprit. It never happened again. Lykaios himself built us an airtight security system that no one’s been able to crack. But we never told him why we hired his company in the first place.

"Yes. I don’t like involving outsiders," William says, "but Odin’s not just anyone. He’s rock solid. Helped us twice before."

"Whoever did it could be dead already," I argue.

"Yeah, and the world would be a better place if that bastard kicked the bucket," Athanasios says. "But maybe he’s just lying low, messing with us."

"If that’s the case, it’s working," William adds. "The idea that we’re exposed in any way makes my skin crawl."

"Keep me posted with whatever Odin finds," I say. "Anyway, are you guys staying at Morrison’s for the engagement party?"