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Shimming out of her pants, she kicks them across the bathroom, and I grab her ass and lift her onto the edge of the sink. She screams as I slam into her, squeezing her hips, forcing her down onto my erection.
“Mmmm. All. Mine,” I say through gritted teeth as I thrust into her repeatedly.
“Blake!”
“That’s it, baby.”
Wrapping her legs around me, I lose myself in her. She gasps and moans as I grind into her, harder with each push, both of us tensing as we climb toward heavy climaxes.
“Ah, Blake,” she yells, tightening around me.
I slam into her three more times and find my release. My heart pounding as I cradle her to my chest.
“God, I missed this. I missed you,” I pant against her neck.
She lightly runs her nails across my back. “I missed you too, baby.”
It’s in this moment I know, no matter what it takes, I’ll move heaven and earth— walk through the fires of hell to keep her. She’s mine and she’s all I’ll ever need or want.
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~Lily~
Blake and I spend two days in bed only getting up to shower. Teresa brought our food to us, and for the first time in a year, I’m sated and content. He’s snoring softly next to me, his face peaceful and serene.
I slide from bed and shrug into a pair of jeans and a tank top. As much as I’d like to stay with him, I need to stretch and touch base with Hyde. Unplugging my cell, I slide it into my pocket and quietly head to the front porch. Blake needs to sleep. He’s pushing too hard for his arm to heal and the last two days haven’t been good for it.
Hyde isn’t likely to be up at six in the morning, but I dial his cell anyway.
“Monroe.”
“Oh, you’re up. Good morning, sir.” I can’t hide my surprise.
“Morning, Viper. What’s going on at the safe house?”
“Nothing much, sir. Mine and Dresden’s first assignment went well. Everyone is settling in for the most part.”
He chuckles. “How are things between you and Agent Johanson?”
“Other than I’d like to kill that bitch? They’re fine, sir.”
“Lily. I’m working on getting her out of there, but Bates is adamant that she stays. I’ll keep trying.”
“Thank you, sir.” A gunshot echoes from the side of the house. “Let me call you back, sir.”
I push the phone into my pocket and jog around the house, stopping short. Sorina is sitting on the ground watching Agent Morris practice with a 9mm. He smiles at her, chatting happily after each shot. My heart warms, watching her laugh, the morning sun glistening off her black hair. It’s grown a lot in the last year, nearly down to her waist now.
Quietly, I stroll toward them. Morris is a good shot. He’s firing on a body outline, hitting head or heart with every round. Not bad for a nineteen-year-old who’s never been on a real assignment before.
“I’d like to learn to use weapons like your mom,” he says before firing another round. “I mean, did you see her with that shotgun? And the hunter’s knife? No wonder she’s got the reputation she has.”
“Yeah. She’s something else,” Sorina mutters.
“Well, that doesn’t sound flattering.” They both jump at my voice.
“Agent Williams,” Morris says, stiff and professional.
I chuckle as S
