(LANCE)
The basement mirror room was the last fortress we had left.
I had Eliona pinned against the wall of mirrors, her legs wrapped around my waist, my c**k buried to the hilt inside her as the countdown on the emergency screen ticked down. 00:03:47. I f****d her slow and deep, every thrust deliberate, every slap of skin echoing like a war drum.
“This is my weakness,” I growled against her mouth, hips rolling hard enough to make the glass vibrate. “You. Right here. Right now. The only thing that could ever make me hesitate.”
Eliona moaned, nails digging into my shoulders through my cut as she took every inch.
I kept talking while I claimed her, feeding her the darkness we both needed to survive what was coming.
“The Salazar brothers’ backstory is what makes them the most dangerous
