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She’s greedy for her own essence as she licks and sucks my fingers, and I’m tempted to keep feeding her greed by finger fucking her repeatedly, making her clean herself off me after every orgasm. But I’m too hard and I need to be inside her, so I pull my hand away from her mouth and flip her over onto her stomach.
“Up,” I command, as I grip her hips and pull.
She scrambles into the doggy-style position I want her in, and I slam my cock into her without preamble. Her cry of pleasure and shock makes me pulse inside her warm, wet pussy, and I have to move.
My need to claim her takes over, and I’m probably bruising her hips with as tight as I’m gripping. I fuck her hard and fast, and soon my thighs are burning but I keep going until she’s screaming out my name.
“Luke. I need it. I love you so much. Make me come.”
I reach beneath her and find her clit, stimulating her with swift flicks of my finger against the swollen button while I pump in and out of her.
“That’s it, Flower. Squeeze my cock. Come all over me. I want to feel it.”
When she shudders and nearly collapses beneath me as she falls over the edge, she takes me with her, and I grunt out my climax as I fill her with my cum.
We collapse together on the bed with me spooning her from behind. Neither of us seem to care about the mess we’re probably making.
“I love you, Zara,” I whisper, kissing the back of her neck.
A few minutes later, I help her into the shower, where we spend a long time holding each other and whispering our feelings.
She’s exhausted when I finally turn the water off and help her over to the vanity where I make her sit while I dry her hair as best I can with the blow dryer I find under the sink, but I’ve never really used one before, so I have no idea what I’m doing.
At first it makes her giggle, but then tears are running down her cheeks. I hurry to switch it off and turn her chair around to face me.
“What is it, Flower?”
“Nothing. You’re so sweet to me. I’ve never had a guy blow dry my hair for me before.”
Brushing a wayward strand from her face, I bend to kiss her forehead. “I’m sure I’m making a mess of it, lass.”
She wipes at her tears and shakes her head. “It’s fine. The important thing is that you remembered, and that makes me love you even more.”
I finish drying her hair and scoop her into my arms and carry her to the bedroom where I put her under the blankets.
“Sleep, little Flower. I need to go check in with the others.”
At first, I think she’s going to protest, but she’s asleep before she can. I pull on my clothes, and head for Matteo’s office to get an update.
When I get there, Victor and Owen are waiting, too.
“Took you long enough,” Owen teases.
“How is she?” he asks, his tone more serious this time.
I drag a hand through my beard and smile at the memory of her fingers there. “I think she’s going to be OK. What’s happening in here?”
Matteo nods for me to sit with the others, and I do. He comes from behind his desk and sits with us. “Owen has the most pertinent information.”
“We got into Pratchett’s laptop, and we’ve got two of his security locked up at the warehouse. I’m still not entirely sure what we’re dealing with here, but Pratchett is merely the tip of the iceberg.” He hands me a tablet, and it takes me a minute to realize what I’m looking at.
“Pratchett was in bed with the Russians?”
“And Renda St. Claire was too.”
Victor raises his hand, and Owen rolls his eyes at him. “Yes, Victor?”
“You mean the Russians as in the ones we… may have had a hand in running out of business?”
