But she doesn't pull away.
She stays right there, her body still trembling, her pussy still clenching around me, milking every last drop.
We're bothshaking.
Breathless.
Covered in sweat.
I pull her down against my chest, wrapping my arms around her, holding her tight.
My forehead presses against hers.
Our breathing is ragged.
Uneven.
Slowly syncing.
I can feel her heartbeat against my chest.
Fast.
Frantic.
Matching mine.
"Fuck," she whispers, her voice barely audible.
"Yeah," Ibreathe.
I don't let go.
I can't.
Not yet.
Maybe not ever.
Because now that I've had her—now that I've felt her come apart in my arms, heard her scream my name, felt her pussy clench around my cock—I know one thing for certain.
I'm never letting her go.
She's mine.
And I'll burn the whole fucking world down before I let anyone take her from me again.
16
Jenna
Three days.
It’s been three fucking days since the breach, and we havenothing.
I stand in the operations center, staring at the wall of monitors displaying empty holding cells, blank surveillance feeds, and spreadsheets tracking shipments that have vanished into thin air.
Gone. All of it.
