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“Don’t—” she sucked in a shallow breath, “stop. Please.”

When he touched her there again, her release shot through her like a barrage of fireworks, bursting throughout her body, sending red-hot sparks to the very tips of her extremities in wave after wave.

She rode her orgasm, milking it to the very last, collapsing against the mattress, physically spent, but needing more.

Needing him.

Once more he flicked her clit, then slid his finger into her channel. “So wet,” he murmured.

She dug her fingers into his hair. “Need you,” she moaned. “Now.”

He chuckled as he climbed up her body, settled his hips between her legs and bent to kiss her, his mouth tasting of her.

Lissette flung her arm toward the nightstand, snagged the packets of condoms, and tore one open.

Xavier rose and knelt between her legs. “Do you want me⁠—”

Without a word, she leaned up, fit the protection over his cock and rolled it down the length. Once it was in place, she took a moment to fondle his balls and then gave them a gentle tug.

He grinned. “In a hurry?”

“Let’s see.” She tilted her head to one side as she massaged him down there. “My family’s protection is compromised. The mafia wants me dead. There’s a hurricane bearing down on Bayou Mambaloa. You’re leaving in a few days, never to return.” She released his balls, gripped his cock, and brought it to her entrance. “And it’s been a while since I’ve had sex. Don’t make me wait a second longer. A girl can get a little cranky with those stats.”

Xavier bent to claim her mouth as he slowly slid into her, his girth stretching her channel. The friction reignited the flames of her desire into an inferno that raged through her. She clutched his buttocks in her hands and pulled him in, fast, hard, and deep.

Once he was fully seated, he paused for a moment, letting her adjust to his length and thickness. Then he moved in and out, starting slow and easy, but increasing his speed with every thrust.

Lissette guided his movements with her hands, urging him to go faster, lifting her hips to make his drives deeper.

The tingling began again at her core, spreading through her like lightning.

Xavier moved faster and faster until his body stiffened, his breathing grew ragged, and he gave one more, deep, hard thrust.

As Xavier buried himself inside her, Lissette fell back against the mattress, reveling in the psychedelic waves of the orgasm rippling through her.

Xavier’s cock spasmed against the walls of her channel as he leaned over her, barely breathing through his release.

Minutes later, he lowered himself onto her, briefly crushing the air from her lungs. Then he wrapped his arms around her and rolled onto his side, taking her with him, their connection intact, his erection still thick and hard inside her.

Lissette pressed her cheek into his chest. She felt as if she didn’t need to breathe, to think or to consider anything outside his arms, the bed and the room. She’d had sex before, but she’d never felt as complete as she had with Xavier.

As good as she felt, sadness threatened to steal the joy.

Xavier had another job in another state. He wasn’t sticking around. She’d known that going into their lovemaking. He’d told her he wasn’t staying. She’d accepted that.

Then why did her eyes sting and her chest hurt?

For the first time in her life, she’d felt something…a wholeness…as if all her broken pieces had come together. He’d made her feel cherished, even worthy of love, despite all the damage she’d done, the people she’d hurt and the life she could have ended.

She wanted to keep that feeling, to hold onto it with all her might.

Alas, the man who’d inspired it would be gone soon.

Her jaw tightened. So, he was leaving.

She couldn’t make him stay, and she couldn’t go with him, even if he asked.

But she sure as hell could make the most out of the next few days, assuming he was willing, the mafia didn’t succeed in capturing her and the hurricane didn’t pick up speed. All while searching for, finding and returning reliquaries to where they belonged, restoring the protections the people of Bayou Mambaloa needed.