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"Lookat me," he commands.

Myheavy eyelids flutter open.Sweatbeads across his forehead, his jaw locked tight as he watches his own cock repeatedly bury itself inside my dripping pussy.

"Yousee this?" he grates out, burying himself to the hilt. "Thisis absolute reality.Us.Onlyus."

"Yes,"Imoan.Myhead falls back as the thick tip of his shaft strikes a highly sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside my canal. "Yes,Daniel."

Alarge hand securely cups my bare breast.Hiscalloused thumb drags harshly across my tight nipple, shooting fresh electricity straight down to my engorged clit.Everyrigid firewallIconstructed around my mind shatters into a million unrecognizable pieces.

"You’remine to protect," he pants, his plunging rhythm accelerating. "Mineto completely own."

"Yes,"Isob, my hips bucking upward to meet his brutal downward strikes. "Please."

Theviolent pounding turns relentless.Deep, friction-heavy thrusts drive me directly toward the edge.Afierce tension winds tight in my lower belly, pulling my internal muscles into a rigid, snapping coil.

"Comefor me,Ghost," he growls directly into my ear. "Letme feel you fall apart."

Theharsh growl of my callsign acts as the final trigger.

Iscream his name as the climax strikes hard.Aphysical release detonates in my core, radiating intense heat out to my barefingertips.Myinternal muscles clamp down viciously on his thick shaft, the involuntary spasms milking his cock.

Aguttural roar rips from his throat.Hedrives into my clenching pussy three rapid, punishing times before his entire massive frame stiffens.Hot, thick spurts of his seed coat my inner walls as he buries his face deep into the curve of my neck.

Heremains buried inside my slick core.Hiscrushing weight anchors my trembling body to the desk while my fingers dig tightly into the sweat-slicked muscles of his back.

Harsh, ragged exhales fill the quiet loft, bleeding into the mechanical hum of the active servers still tracking the enemy coordinates.

Slowly,Danielshifts his weight backward.Hislips press firmly against my damp forehead, the quiet contact a sharp contrast to his previous violence.

Thethick friction of his withdrawal leaves me entirely hollow.Headjusts his heavy denim jeans, then grabs the discarded leather cut.Broadhands pull the heavy vest back over my bare shoulders, fastening the front snaps to secure my exposed chest.

"Youokay?" he asks.Arough palm cups my flushed cheek.

Mychin tips forward in a weak nod, my exhausted muscles refusing to hold my own weight. "Yeah.Yeah,I’mokay."

Hisdark gaze sweeps over the catastrophic mess of plastic and shattered glass coating the hardwood floor.Asingle corner of his mouth ticks upward.

"Austinis going to kill me for the monitor."

Abreathless, shaky laugh escapes my lungs. "Ican fix it.Orhack his bank account and buy you a new one."

Adeep chuckle rumbles through his chest cavity.Heleans forward, capturing my lips in a slow, possessive kiss.

"Nomore hiding,Kaila," he whispers against my mouth. "Wesecured the target coordinates."

Amuscle jumped in his jaw as he pulled back, the lethal edge returning to his dark stare.

"Nowwe go get your brother."

Istare up at the lethalTrackerwho ruthlessly claimed every inch of my body.Thephantom existenceImaintained for eight months burns away, replaced entirely by the solid reality of his protection.

"Okay,"Ireply. "Let'sgo get him."

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DANIEL

Theair in the loft presses down, thick with the scent of sex and ozone.