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Lilah spreads her legs as my hands move beneath her dress. I hook my fingers in her panties and pull them down to her ankles. She kicks them free, letting them dangle off one foot as she wraps her thighs around me.
I take hold of my cock and guide myself between her slit, barely even hesitating before penetrating her as deep as I can go.
Her jaw drops. Mine does, too. We freeze together with wide-open eyes, our chests heaving and bodies roaring. Her insides throb around me, begging me to fuck her, but I keep still for another moment to let it all sink in.
I pump her once and a moan instantly falls from her lips. I kiss her, hard and fast, as I take her over and over again. Each pound draws an even deeper moan from the back of her throat. Fire burns through my loins, tempting me right to the edge but if I’m about to die then I’m going to take my time and enjoy this.
I grab her wrists again and pin them to the cabinets above her head. She lets me do it. She submits, pulling me even deeper inside with the power of her legs alone. Adrenaline pumps through us both, refusing us even a moment’s thought as we get completely lost in each other.
I step back and she grips my jacket, tightening the hold of her thighs as I carry her to the table. I drop her down on it and she settles back, spreading her legs even wider for me. I grip her waist and groan, feeling the trailer thump back and forth as I rail her hard into the table.
Lilah mewls, arching her back off the surface, and I feel everything she feels as I look into her blissful face. Ecstasy falls from her mouth, matching my wild thrusts, and it takes everything in me not to fill her to the fucking brim right here and now.
She raises one leg and rests it on my shoulder. A quick, unsettling fear tickles at me but as she twists her hips slightly, I know this move isn’t to kill me.
She clamps her jaw and moans, swaying her hips to fuck me back.
My god. She’s amazing.
I dig my nails into her skin, overwhelmed with passion as her pussy hugs my cock. She comes hard for me, screaming and twitching tight enough to throw me over the edge.
Before I can burst inside of her, Lilah reaches down and pulls me out. She grips my shaft with tight fingers and jerks me off, easily making me come all over her open thighs and navel.
We both stare at each other, grunting and groaning and gasping for air as our bodies reset.
I step back and my cock slides from her fingers. She sits forward with stunned eyes and grips the table’s edge to hold herself up. After several long and silent moments, I pull up my jeans.
“We should get out of here,” I say, swallowing to wet my dry throat.
Lilah slides her toes to the floor and bends down to grab her panties. “Yeah, okay.”
I shuffle slowly to the driver’s seat as she escapes into the bathroom and slides the door closed. If there’s any fear in me at all, I can’t feel it over the throbbing desire still plaguing my groin. Lilah could easily come back in here and grab a knife from the drawer to stab me with or shoot me in the back of the head before I even sit down.
I insert the key into the ignition as the bathroom door opens again. She walks over, calm and composed, and sits down in the passenger’s seat beside me. Her eyes stare straight ahead. Her chest rises and falls. She barely even blinks.
Finally, she looks at me and nods.
Chapter 13
Lilah
What the hell did I just do?
I look at Archer again for the hundredth time while he keeps his eyes forward on the dark road ahead. Neither of us has said a word since we left the silos. We’re a few miles outside of Chicago right now… I think.
Archer pops the turn signal and veers quickly off the highway onto a dirt road. I say nothing, constantly searching the darkness for where we are or where we’re going.
Finally, he pulls over and shuts the vehicle off, casting the world around us into pitch darkness.
“Come with me,” he says as he stands up.
I sit still, glancing over my shoulder as he moves toward the back. He turns on a light and it flickers above our heads.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He grabs a first aid kit and a bottle of rubbing alcohol from the cabinet by the sink. “You’re hurt.”
I glance down at my dress. Dark blood stains my right side but not nearly enough to make a big deal out of. “So?”
