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His hand slid from my hip to up over my stomach and chest, down over my cock, jacking it a couple of times before lifting his hand to wrap around my throat.
Leaning down, he screwed into me, hips pumping forward and back, hitting his cock in the perfect spot. He made me moan and groan and mewl like the best porn star there was.
My body tingled, my belly fluttered, and heart raced. This man. My beast. He fucked like a god.
“Mon amour, close,” I warned.
He nipped and licked and sucked at my skin, marking me in his ownership.
“Yes. Yes, mon amour,” I cried, my cock jerking up and down on its own as my cum splashed out and emptied onto my stomach.
“Fuck. Christ,” he clipped. “You’re mine. Henri. Mine,” he roared, his dick thickening and releasing inside me. Filling me. Warming me. Marking my insides.
A beat later, he pulled out gently and slumped to the bed, bringing me with him to sprawl over his chest.
After a while, as I caught my breath, I asked, “What time is it?”
“Eleven,” Blaze answered, tracing his hand up and down my back.
I stretched, my ass stinging a little. Yes, I would definitely feel him all day. “How long have you been awake?”
He grunted, massaging my ass cheek. “A while.”
“Have you heard about anything?”
“As far as we know, the Murphy brothers have no clue what happened. The owners of the port area have disappeared with all their money, and we left no survivors. We’ll keep an eye on the ones kidnapped. Make sure it doesn’t happen again. And Jones has a few friends in the force in Ireland he trusts. They’re making a case against the Murphy brothers.”
“Let us hope they are dealt with soon.”
Another grunt. “Found some houses to look at.”
My belly fluttered. He was such a big softy. “Show me later.”
“You wanna get going to see the boys?”
“Oui, please.”
“You shower first. I’ll text Loyal to let him know the plans.”
Lifting off his chest, I demanded, “Kiss me first.”
He smirked. “My greedy firecracker.”
“Always.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
BLAZE
Once again, Henri and I walked into the compound common room hand in hand. Only we didn’t stay that way since, as soon as we entered through the door, our names were shouted, and an eleven-year-old ran at us. Arlo wrapped his arms around my waist and Henri’s, squishing us together. I patted his back a couple of times.
Laughing, Henri cupped the back of his head. “Good afternoon, Arlo.”
He pulled back. “Hi.”
“Did you sleep well?” Henri asked.
“Better than I have in a long time. So did Sawyer, I heard him snoring.”
