Page 63 of When He Defends

She arched back against him as he thrust into her. Her hips rocked hard against his. She was thrusting and heaving desperately. He kept his hand on her clit. Thumb stroking.Fingers squeezing. Her hands whitened around the headboard as her grip became even stronger.

“Gray, I-I can’t, I can’t again?—”

Oh, she could. He drove relentlessly into her. Felt her spiral into another release.

He poured into her. Her release had ignited his own. His hips slammed against her. That lush ass. That tempting body. Those soft moans. She drove him to the edge and beyond, and he poured hotter and longer into her than he ever had in his entire life.

By the time the orgasm ended, he felt emptied out. Sated.

Fucking mated.

No, no, wrong word. Too primitive. It had just been sex. Just sex.

Just—

She looked over her shoulder at him. Bright eyes. Trembling lips.

Fucking. Mated.

He kissed her.

Her lips parted beneath his. One hand still gripped her waist as he held her against him. Pleasure had poured through every cell of his body. The moment was tense. The air hummed with a dangerous, consuming charge around them.

He lifted his head and realized he was in trouble.I don’t want to let her go.Not now. Not ever.

She stayedthe night with the FBI agent. Their lights finally turned off well after midnight.

He watched the house. A big house, one decked out with security cameras, so he hadn’t been able to risk getting tooclose. He was used to Emerson’s systems. Easy enough to bypass because he was always given access to her codes. But he didn’t know what tricks Agent Stone might have at his place.

Better to wait.

To watch.

To learn his new enemy.

Emerson should have been afraid. She should have understood his message. She wasn’t safe, not even with the FBI agent. The past could always come up and take her.

She didn’t get to walk away. She didn’t get to go off and start a life with someone else. He had plans for her. She would stay with him.

The house remained dark.

It was a big house.

Plenty of rooms.

Just because the house was dark, it didn’t mean that Emerson was fucking the FBI agent.

They were kissing near O’Sullivan’s. I saw them.

Just because the house was dark…

He reached for his knife.

I am going to kill the FBI agent.

Sooner or later, Gray Stone would die.

He’d always wondered what it would be like to kill someone. He thought it might be quite…fun.