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I press her thighs apart and bury my face inside of her.
Before Eve, sex was about pleasing myself. It was about using whatever woman was available to me that night and meeting my own needs.
But now, I enjoy pleasuring her.
There are few sounds in the world better than Eve sighing and moaning because of what I’m doing to her body. I slide my tongue up her seam, flicking at the apex, and she bucks her hips against my mouth. As I work on her, Eve reaches down and tangles her fingers in my hair, grabbing handfuls and drawing me closer, deeper. Her thighs clamp around my ears, and by now, we’ve done this enough times that I can tell when she is close. I can tell by the trembling of her thighs and the clenching of her stomach and the urgency of her fingers across my scalp that she is finding her bliss.
I work a finger inside of her, scraping along her insides, and it pushes her over the edge.
She clenches around me, tipping her head back and releasing a muffled, gasping scream.
I press gentle kisses to her center before working my way up her sated body. Her legs are flat on the bed, and her head is lulled to one side, a contented smile on her lips.
“Was that good, baby?” I ask, pushing up her nightgown to kiss one breast and then the other.
She hums and nods. “So good.”
I bite at her nipple, making her startle, and then ease the pain with my tongue. “Do you want more?”
Eve curls a hand around my hip and to my backside, drawing me close to her as she spreads her legs wider for me. “Please.”
She is more than ready for me, and I press into her with one smooth motion. Eve comes alive beneath me, rolling her body into me, meeting my thrusts halfway, and driving me absolutely wild.
I press my palm flat against the headboard for stability and drill into her over and over again, loving the way her body jolts beneath me with every thrust. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her forehead is wrinkled from the overwhelming pleasure, and she is biting down on her pouty lower lip hard enough I’m surprised she hasn’t drawn blood.
“More, Luka,” she begs, clawing at my shoulder blade. “Harder.”
There is a knot in my stomach, warming and growing bigger with every thrust. I grit my teeth and then reach down and wrap an elbow under Eve’s knee.
She gasps in relief at the deeper penetration, so I reach down and grab the other one, too.
It is heaven. Absolutely heaven being deep inside of her, and I want it to last. But I also can’t slow down. Not now.
Not when I’m so close.
“Like that,” she pants, nodding her head, eyes still closed. “Just like that.”
I pound into her, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing off the walls, and I’m only seconds away from releasing inside of her when I hear another kind of pounding coming from downstairs.
I freeze, tilting my head towards our bedroom door.
Eve groans, wondering why I’ve stopped, but then she hears it too. “What is that?”
I start to answer her when I hear the front door burst open.
Faster than I’ve ever moved before, I pull out of her, grab the gun from my nightstand, and pull on a pair of loose cotton pants.
“Get Milaya and go to the panic room.”
Eve pulls her nightgown back down to cover herself and runs to Milaya’s room. I follow behind her, gun ready, and then keep moving to stand at the top of the stairs.
From that vantage point, I can see part of the entryway. Enough to see that the front door is wide open. And any second, our home security will recognize that and—the alarm begins to blare.
Over the sound, I hear Milaya start screaming in the other room, and my heart aches for her. I want to run in and sooth her, assure her that everything is fine. Except, I’m not sure that it is.
I move down one step, gun still held at the ready, when I see a man move across the entryway. I place my finger on the trigger, ready to shoot. But before I do, I realize the man isn’t dressed in civilian clothes. He doesn’t look like a mafia or a gang member.
He is dressed in tactical gear.
