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As I listen to her voice, the room around me fades. The kill list on the desk, filled with names I’ve hunted for years, suddenly looks like chicken scratch. The poison in my pocket feels as useless as a child’s toy gun. They’re relics from another life. A skin that suddenly feels too tight.

All I want is her. Now.

My cock throbs with an insistence demanding immediate relief. Running the flat of my palm along my length, I just listen to her breathing while pleasure washes over me.

I want to watch her sleep. To see her across the breakfast table with the smell of burnt toast lingering in the air because she still can’t work a toaster to save her life.

Luna’s breath hitches, and then I hear the not-so-subtle hum of vibration. The sound goes straight to my balls.

“What the hell are you doing?” I unzip my fly and fist my cock, slowly stroking up and down. The friction is exquisite torture.

“Giving my Bliss Xtra a workout. For what feels like the fortieth time, I might add.” Her voice is husky, dripping with sin.

“What?”

“Oh yeah. Between me and the girls—let’s just say the local store has run out of batteries. Your hometown will become something of a Sodom by the time we’re through. Think of bow-legged residents.”

I snort. “Seven days. And you’re already cramming toys in those tight holes.” I stroke myself faster, unable to stop the low growls pouring out of me.

“Well, you took off without notice. What’s a girl to do?” She moans. “I’ll withdraw however I choose, thank you.” The defiance in her tone makes me want to spank her ass raw.

“How does it feel?”

“Bliss Xtra? Fucking overhyped. There’s so much it can’t do.”

“Like what?” I’m panting now, my hand a blur on my cock.

“Can’t talk to me. Kiss me. Spank me. Fuck, Cade—your heat, the sheer girth of you, the way you sound when you sink inside me . . . oh, God—”

“Keep going. Slide it in deeper.” My voice is a guttural command.

“Cade . . .”

“Touch those hard nipples for me. And don’t stop talking.”

I’m close, so fucking close.

“Ah . . . I need you to pin me down and fuck me until I’m screaming. I want you to come all over me. Inside me.” Her voice breaks on a whimper.

“My dirty little slut, I can hear how drenched you are.”

“Cade!”

“That’s it, scream my name. Let the boys hear who fucking owns that cunt. Fuck!” I erupt in my hand, lost in a haze of lust, her broken sobs pushing me over the edge of insanity.

I picture her back bowing, her body convulsing beneath me as I slam over and over into her tight heat, prolonging her climax, marking her as mine.

Hergasps eventually slow even as I ride the aftershocks of something that shouldn’t feel this real, not from thousands of miles away. My pulse skitters as it does for her alone, leaving me feeling raw and exposed.

I close my eyes, fighting the strange mix of satisfaction and frustration.

Then, her voice cuts through the haze. “So, you want to tell me when you’re coming back? Or am I to do permanent damage to my nerve endings with this constant vibration?”

“Better not let your loyal followers hear that.” I laugh, imagining those biker chicks and sweetbutts hanging on to her every word.

“I asked you a question, Caden.” Her voice is suddenly hard.

“I told you. When I finish.”