Page 121 of Mercenary

I pull my head away.

His eyes open and we connect.

I arch my hips slightly, then push my bottom back into the mattress. Feeling our joining, the connection of our bodies. Our souls.

Rocking back and forth, back and forth, I take it slow. Watching the green depths of his eyes glaze over.

Back and forth until we’re both shaking, the sensation is that sweet.

His palms cup my face. “I want to watch you as you come.”

My thoughts exactly.

“Now, Madelyn. Right now.”

He lifts his hips and with a slowness that has me moaning with pleasure and seeing stars, he withdraws. Hissing and moaning and shaking all the way.

And as his tip slips away from my body, the heat of it poised against my entrance, I look him straight in the eyes and climax.

He thrusts, and I scream.

“Fuck,” he tells me, his green eyes glistening as his orgasm hits him. Then things turn from sweet to hot in a matter of a heartbeat. He pulls out quickly and thunders back into me. So hard our bodies bounce on the mattress. My orgasm going on and on.

Our connection as deep as the way our bodies bond together.

“I love you, Madelyn. More than you’ll ever know,” he says, then leans in and kisses me, with great care, lovingly.

We lay entwined together for a long time afterward.

“I have Diego’s number. While I’m gone, maybe you can reconnect with his sister?”

“I’d like that,” I whisper.

“Just thought you’d like a friend to talk to. So you’re not so alone.”

“Well, Luciana and I do have a bucket list to fulfill. But otherwise, I’m staying put. I’ll wait for you to return. I’ll enroll in classes and find something else to occupy my time. Maybe I’ll decorate.”

He grins.

And his smile is the last thing I remember before I drift into a deep, trouble-free sleep.

I wake up to the sound of Declan’s voice, saying, “Here boy. That’s a good boy.”

The bed’s empty. The bedroom much darker than when we’d entered it. How long have I been out?

Hastily, I pull on some clothing, then follow the sound of his laughter. Through the living room, the kitchen, through the door leading into the backyard.

I stop short.

Declan is lying on the backyard lawn.

And a humongous black beast is on top of him, licking his face.

I watch as my lover rolls back and forth, the dog’s tail waving frantically in playful excitement.

I take a step into the yard.

The beast lifts his head, then charges me. Jumping up to put his big paws on my chest and run his sticky wet tongue across my face.