Page 160 of Covert Mission

Lucas has never looked more intense. That look does something earth-shattering to me.

When a tear squeezes out of me and runs down my cheek, he makes a choked sound.

With one fluid, powerful move, he swings forward, pinning me to the bed below him. He lifts my legs, hooking them over his elbows, spreading me wide.

“You’re coming again. With me this time.”

“I don’t think?—”

Then he drives into me and my neck arches back.

Ooookay.Maybe I will.

When his mouth finds the sensitive spot by my collarbone, I cry out.

When he draws back and drags the head of his cock over my G-spot I shudder. But it’s the deep, fast glide back into me that makes my vision blink off.

His voice is rough. “Yeah, babe. I feel it coming. Feel your tight little pussy milking me. I want more. Give me all of you.”

I clutch at his shoulders, arching up.

“That’s it. Let go. Claw me.”

He does something to me… I don’t know what it is, but it’s so delicious something inside of me rips loose. A chain unwinding from some deep part of me.

A sound comes from me as my nails go to his shoulders. Down his arms until I’m holding him with all my might.

He groans in pleasure.

“More.” It’s a wild plea that comes from deep in my chest.

Lucas moves forward, collapsing me below him, pinning me beneath his hips, caging me with his arms, surrounding me with all of his big powerful body.

“Mine.” He thrusts. Repeats it again. “Fuck, Camile. You’re mine.”

I don’t know how many times his raspy chant brushes over my skin, but every one of them undoes something else. Unleashes me more.

When I feel wetness beneath my nails, I know I’ve sliced him. Drawn blood in my delirious pleasure.

I’m flying.

A surge of raw lust swarms in my veins.

His thrusts get erratic, hard. Wild. And I know… I’m going with him whether I want to or not.

A silent scream opens my mouth.

His head throws back, his chest tenses, veins bulge all over his torso.

A deep pulse inside of me throws me off the edge.

I tumble. Falling. Falling hard.

He growls out one final time. Against my ear, he whispers hotly, “Mine, Camile. And just so you know, I don’t run when I’m scared. I dig in.”

My world as I know it… or thought I knew it… just ended.

He won’t let me go, and I don’t want him to.